Light, Silence, & Time — Recent photographs and older writing by Michael Dickel related to light, silence, time, and more.
From Blake’s “America a Prophecy” to the vicissitudes of history, this hyper-illuminated hybrid responds to the sedition of January 6, 2021: Weary History on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
Originally posted on The BeZine:
The BeZine’s Live 100TPC Event(Asynchronous) Poetry, Music, ArtforPeace, Sustainability, Social Justice Poetry. It’s better than war! —Michael RothenbergCo-founder of 100,000 Poets (and friends) for Change Welcome to the 2020 Virtual (Aschronous) Live Event Dedicated to Jamie DedesEditor Emerita It is time once again…
“Death is a tribe,” five poem from Linda Chown on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play accompanied by four digital artworks by Michael Dickel. Check out their work…
A poem, Kiddush on the Solstice, and digital landscapes, HaEtz HaChaim 1–7, from Michael Dickel on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
In·tri·ca·tion | \ ˌin‧trə̇ˈkāshən, -trēˈ-\ 1 obsolete : complication, complexity; 2 : interrelation, intermeshing —
Linda Chown’s 5 poems complexly intermesh voices, views, and arts.
Book review of gary lundy’s poetry collection, “each room echoes absence,” plus six new poems of his.
Moon Song, Driving it Home and Keeping it There, Vanishing Act | Three Poems by Jennifer Juneau | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
Three poems from Karen Alkalay-Gut: What I need, I am a connoisseur of insomnia, and Avishag Speaks.
Six poems by gary lundy—through sights and sounds into observations close and deep.
Tuvi Ornat goes out for a walk, ends up in a cave. Could it be Plato’s? | Short Story | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
Visual poetry/commentary/sociology/whatever it is to you. Nex(+)us by Michael Dickel on Meta/Phor(e)/Play.
A flight of fancy—escape through language, desire, politics—an end game—a poem by Michael Dickel.
These 3 poems by gary lundy dance to music & drink coffee—reading your meaning, meaning your reading.
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
A hybrid essay-fiction flash set in a mystical garden that doesn’t exist in Jerusalem Recalled but possibly in Jerusalem Imagined.
As he wrote Musée des Beaux Arts
Auden danced with Isherwood. He asked about a young man
who had caught their attention long ago in Berlin.
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…