Tag: photography

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.

But alive, poem by Michael Dickel, self-portrait age 61, digital art from photographs

But alive | poem

This poem struggles in the middle of the night, wrestling with my 61st birthday and sense of failure. The poem begins:

“You want to sleep—but across the tundra,
or perhaps desert hard scrabble. The time
change lags behind and no one wants to
fund you, not even you.”

Blue Notes Digital Art / Photo Collage ©2011 Michael Dickel The American-Israeli poet Michael Dickel created this digital art from his own photographs. The image itself accompanies his poem of the same title, "Blue Notes." "Blue Notes Poem" uses this image as background, with the words and title of the poem arranged on the images as part of the digital art.

Blue Notes (collage)

Poetry Month 2016 | Fragments of Michael Dickel Water Poems (a poem) Flowstone Time (a poem) SNR—Hybrid Word Dance Veiled Lady (a poem) My Brand Here (Hybrid Flash) Rosy Morn | Poem | Essay | Photographs Blue Notes (collage | poem) The BeZine April 2016 — Celebrating Poetry […]

Digital art ©2014 Michael Dickel, feature image for My Brand Here post in Fragments of Michael Dickel

Hybrid Flash

This hybrid (poem-marketing-non-fiction) flash experimental writing by Michael Dickel explores our commodified society, where commerce rules via the high priests of MBA-think. Go ahead. Buy into it. “Brand” yourself. And remember, slaves and cattle are also branded. Brand-name recognition recklessly pursued in the name of prophets of the profit margin.

Escaping Rooster Digital Art by Michael Dickel ©2014

Escaping Rooster

A bit over a week ago we visited the Jerusalem Zoo. In the children’s area, goats and roosters run loose. Other animals stay in pens nearby, and both the goats and roosters can escape into the pens. It’s all made of wood with a very distinct ranch feeling. […]

Up against the wall,

Up against the wall, …sits odd statuary, sullen sadness created by hand from nothing more or less than general failures that anyone might turn away from on some given day: A house taken by bankers who would not settle for anything less from two buyers, work taken by […]