Wholesomely, NOTHING REMEMBERS is a paradox of life, death and resurrection as seen in seasons of life ,in the aging , as seen in the sunrise and sunset, so EVERYTHING REMEMBERS that becomes in the paradox of Michael Dickel’s NOTHING REMEMBERS. My argument is there is nothing called nothing, even void is full of something even if that something is emptiness. Nothing Remembers is a deep paradox of existence and non-existence, or nonexistence in existence. NOTHING REMEMBERS , the title is a complex analogy of the world found in Michael Dickel’s poesy and that is artistically synchronized by the visual art oil painting Angel of Time, which is the cover jacket of the , remember time depicts age and agelessness , existence , spirituality , memory and hope . All these factors are captured in NOTHING REMEMBERS. When you remember an incident , the first flicker of your memory is TIME , so the use of the visual art ANGEL OF TIME on the book cover synchronizes presentation , literary swag , artistic dexterity, reason ,morality and depth of detail ,etiquette, personal experience ,travelogue and deep personal reflections.
Great blessings to you G Jamie Dedes . Great thank you for the great dedication to freedom of expression and global justice . I salute all great poets who brought their unstoppable solidarity to this great CAUSE . Aluta Continua!!!
Lightening storm in Africa (Monrovia, Liberia), courtesy of Bethany Laird, Upsplash
“At the heart of globalization is a new kind of intolerance in the West towards other cultures, traditions and values, less brutal than in the era of colonialism, but more comprehensive and totalitarian.” Martin Jacques, British journalist, editor, academic, political commentator and author
Zimbabwean poet activist, Mbizo Chirasha, hosted this prompt on January 22, which called our attention to neocolonialism or the use in place of direct imperialism of capitalism, globalization, and cultural imperialism for the suppression of human rights by First World actors in Third World* arenas: Africa, Asia, Latin America. Admittedly this was a difficult challenge, especially for those who don’t live in a Third World country or if Third World issues aren’t something closely followed. Hence, we didn’t consistently make the target but we do have a thoughtful pointed collection to share today that emphasizes issues of poverty…
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MOTHER EARTH is broken from incessant decadent wars carelessly perpetuated by mindless ,vicious political imbeciles. Our natural wealth plundered by greedy ,gluttonous economic dare-devils, imbibing crude oil and fresh blood . Warlord-ism set the suns of our freedom, our earth is torn naked . War is ravaging the beauty of African diamond fields ,We … Continue reading TIME OF THE POET:Second Name of Earth is PEACE.
JAMES COBURN ’s free style verses are pregnant with reason , emotion and mesmerizing rhythm . Coburn is a day by day poet serializing human experiences and earthly happenings with a willing pen. His diction is creatively economized, while the expression is satirically delicious, meaning is creamed with metaphoric opulence and reason is dipped in paradox. The Imagery is beautiful and proudly portrays signals and symbols with that astonishing poetic exuberance. The delivery is organic, original like a fertile womb yet to be born. EXLUSIVE! The poet in Coburn is a griot of his land and a singer for his people. Ironically Coburn’s poetry dishes taste African politics and protests for justice. Some ingredients of reason, experience and emotion are borrowed from African Poets of resistance. We live under one universe despite demographical and geographical parameters. I always say, James Coburn is an Africa Griot in Oklahoma. Happy Great Year of 2020. ALUTA CONTINUA!!!