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Monthly Archives: August 2017
Apple
Your future iMate, designed to love, as if fate– Apple’s take on Eve. Advertisements
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Apple, femme-bot, future, haiku, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry, robot, Steve Jobs, technology
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Scorn
Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, desert, Egon Schiele, female nude, haiku, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, scorn, woman
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Fellini
Total immersion, world of play, unencumbered– Pan’s blank slate, full.
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Tagged Cinema, director, federico fellini, haiku, John Biscello, movies, pan, poem, Poetry
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John Fante
Full of bright, proud rage, he gave us L.A., unstarred– palms gathering dust.
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Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, haiku, John Biscello, john fante, L.A., los angeles, poem, Poetry
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Floe
The slow dignity of an iceberg’s quiet melt– words preserved in floe.
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Tagged craft, ernest hemingway, floe, haiku, iceberg, iceberg principle, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, writing
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Emily
Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 19th century, banquet, emily dickinson, God, haiku, John Biscello, mouse, poem, Poetry, spiritual
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Totems
In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.
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Tagged earrings, Edie Sedgwick, factory, Factory Girl, haiku, It Girl, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry
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Edie
Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.
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Tagged andy warhol, Cinema, Edie Sedgwick, fame, haiku, John Biscello, New York, photo, poem, Poetry, The Factory
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Omen
New York at sundown, the eyes giving it away– I’m going home soon.
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Tagged Dylan Thomas, haiku, John Biscello, New York, omen, poem, Poetry
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Dylan Thomas
He, master of waves, sang in his chains like the sea– awful row with God.
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Tagged awful row, Dylan Thomas, God, haiku, John Biscello, lyrical, poem, Poetry, Wales, Welsh
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