Tag: Kabbalah

HaEtz HaChaim

A new poem, Kiddush on the Solstice, and new digital landscapes, HaEtz HaChaim 1–7, from Michael Dickel on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.

Somewhere a Whirring Fan

“Somewhere, a whirring fan
in an open window spins
possibilities into threads.”
—a poem from Nothing Remembers, by Michael Dickel, forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.

Chai equals eighteen

The poem has four stanzas of 9 lines each, for 36 lines (double 18), not counting the epigrams from Genet. Each line has 9 syllables. The total number of syllables is 324, plus the 36 lines, equals 360—the number of degrees in a circle. Chai, Hebrew for life, equals 18 according to gematria. So, 36 lines, double 18, is double life.