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Monthly Archives: August 2017
Medicine
Through grave misfortune, the clown kept thousands of souls in stitches, a tramp’s cross to bear in the name of classic medicine.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged best medicine, clown, John Biscello, laughter, poem, Poetry, sad clown, tramp
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Outlet
In his solemn hour, the clown’s last laugh was soundless– loss of an outlet.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, clown, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, sad clown
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Shutter
Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, haiku, John Biscello, louise brooks, pandora, poem, Poetry, silent film, starlet
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Ernest Hemingway
Review of Mary V. Dearborn’s Ernest Hemingway, appearing in the new issue of Riot Material. “Can I believe myself as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and … Continue reading
Posted in Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged biography, ernest hemingway, John Biscello, Literary, mary v. dearborn, Publication, Review, riot material
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Nocturne Variations
Slideshow of our multi-media presentation of Nocturne Variations (Taos, NM, 8/12/17):
Posted in Artwork, Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, multi-media, New Mexico, nocturne variations, novel, performance, Taos, Theater
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Anima
A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anima, feminine, haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, masculine, photo, Poetry
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Blade
The moon woman bled in shamanic company– blade warm and dripping.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, blade, haiku, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, moon, moon woman, poem, Poetry
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Legend
Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, decay, graffiti, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, summer, urban
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Eden
No one had suspected that Eden’s true location had been buried and hidden beneath centuries upon sepulchral centuries of death masks and psychic makeovers
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, bible, death mask, eden, female, Garden of Eden, John Biscello, myth, poem, Poetry
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Marianne
A rocking chair stilled, white on white, burning, no sound– So long, Marianne.
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Tagged John Biscello, leonard cohen, marianne, mourning, photo, poem, Poetry, so long marianne
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