FOREWORD
If
I had to endow this elegant book of poems, Songs to
Number Six, by Jean-Charles Jeffrey Wohkittel with a
sort of ritualistic condition in terms of adjectivation or
categorization to suit the taste of brainy and scowling
literary reviewers, I would openly claim that this book of
poems, roughly speaking, is essentially cabalistic or
pseudo-cabalistic, but not because it is in some way
mystical, esoteric or secretive, but because it is
numerical. At least it deals with a cipher of deep
significance: number six (6). Kabbalah comprises a set of
esoteric teachings meant to explain through symbols and
numbers in most cases the relationship between God and the
mortal and finite universe, which, ultimately, is God's
creation. Here the poems aim to show in a tone of
denouncement through number six, we might say, the
relationship of the world the poet observes externally with
the way he interprets it within the frame of an inner
stance. Thus, number six turns out to be one of the keynote
variables to which the poet resorts so as to denounce and
expose overtly his micro universe of concerns, a micro
universe that is not exempt from political controversy and
social and historical intricacy. Number six (6) prevails all
across the poet's poems in an engulfing way as a kind of
orgasmic explosion which manages to permeate the reader's
soul without any truce. In addition, number six can be
considered a number of evil and wickedness if it is
associated with number 666, which is the number of the
beast, the number of the devil, and hence, the number of
war, conflict, devastation and destruction. However, the
Pythagoreans acknowledged number 6 to be the first perfect
number. Be that as it may, number 6 is also a number of
poetical perfection, and Songs to Number Six arises
as a book of poems imbued with an undoubtable stylistic
sense of unity and coherence that is bound to persist and
survive in infinite time and space as well as a
six-dimensional universe of completion and perfection.
JOSÉ ANTONIO ALONSO NAVARRO
Doctor in English Philology,
La Coruña University (Spain)
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The
Hawk, The Gulls
Solstice:
first light breaks on he surface
Revealing
infinitely clear definitions
Emerging within
the lightening shadows,
Lines of man’s
uncounted architectures, with
Unobstructed
sharpness, December twenty-
Second: by man’s
mechanics of manufacturing
The Calendar at
seven-thirty-seven in the
Anti-Meridian,
man’s view: not the system
Of solar
government, not the mechanic of the
Movement through
Heaven’s Firmament: man
Cannot see ....
Toward mid-day, I, observant,
Stand watching
through a window the light
Fill the forest
adjacent, to the verticality:
The ground no
longer hidden, to the canopy,
When a large,
coasting hawk catches my eye:
Beneath he hawk glide and weave
A number of
gulls, herring gulls, about
The dwellings
and through the neighboring trees,
The cry of the
gull is what attracted
My attention to
the window in the dawn:
The context of the turn
to the next
Solstice, a
future solstice, in limit of time
Point to point.
The hawk does not appear
To be interested
in the gulls, different observers
Of the same
light.
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Champ du Six
Nixon,
the loyalist, characterized himself in interview
Famously, as, a “Disraeli Conservative,” at the height of war
On the
southeast (S. E., D. C.) Asian field; Montini, the Vicar
Of
Christ du Champ de Six, State, buff n’ blue
Buffer,
between world wars, two and three, screw
Of the
ship of state, captained, California, at the core
By Earl
Warren, Nixon, ruled as Andrea Dor, …
India,
Indo-chine, and Warren Hastings, his purvue.
An era
of six years war and war of six days.
The
legacy ours today symbolized, numerically,
In the
Apostle Pope, St. Paul, the sixth, plays
Of the
eye of Saul, and “Dead Eye Dick” felonies,
Upon
our eyes of India, Israel, Italy’s,
Iran/Iraq, and Indo-chine, the desert stays!
SIX
Of 1916
April 5e 2003 A.D.
The
murder of Charles de Foucauld by Senoussis troops
At
Tamanarasset, by Germany on manœuvres, traditional,
The
Desert Enemie, expeditionaire, Maurauding Groups,
Denied
to this day to be of World War I, pan national,
Of
Egypt on the Red Sea, and Post Commune COLONIES,
To the
west, on the Atlantic, mid-continent, the Red Sees
Of the
blood of Charles’ BRAINE.
West of Chad,
A Cross
on the Plain of the Earth’s curvature, Continence,
Under
the peninsula of the Sinai-mountainous “Cape”
Boundary, near, east of Caire’s fatale distance,
Ofira,
Southwest of Aqaba.
Camped at the tip
An
American guard of Six, our “Fort Massic” mip,
Though
no desert, at Cairo, Illinois.
Wilderness of Sin.
Our
literal demimonde, Espiritu Santu, pin.
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