From The Poet by Day by Jamie Dedes—
The memories of living fall around the lives once lived, leave a hole in the pumice. The emptiness fills with words – narrative and song. That is why I write with rain drops on your windows as the train speeds by the valleys indifferently. That is why the ghosts do not speak to me or to you. That is why no one noticed as I left the train again.
—excerpt from Return from Pompeii in Nothing Remembers, Michael Dickel
In his latest collection, Nothing Remembers (Finishing Line Press, August 2019), American-Israeli poet, writer, songwriter, photographer and artist (also husband, dad, teacher), Michael Dickel takes us with him on a wide exploration of our world in all our recollections and amnesias, a distant contemporary relative of A la recherché du temps (In Search of LostTime/Proust). It is rather noble in its observations, I think, calling us to the domain of our questions and sacred imagination, exploring the place of memory, re-visioning, and of human activity and perception in the varied landscapes of our hearts and souls and this Earth.
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