Monthly Archives: March 2018

Albert Camus

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Stranger to near self, he tracked existential crumbs to a chance verdict.   (Photo of Albert Camus by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Literacy

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Survivors bible, How to Fall and Get Back Up– In slapstick we trust.      

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Ghost Dance

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Thinning of the veils, ghost engaging girl to dance– No partner needed. (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Near

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

So near to this thing, this love, chastened, on shore’s edge– Forever, dear, yes.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Breadth

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

To revel in awe, just cause for breathing deep, slow, breadth taking you in.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Constellate

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

To see the stars, in daytime, like a siege of radiant, glyphic  minnows constellating upon the surface of a lake, this, the child’s gift to vision, undisturbed.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Roots

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Exult

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

At the pinnacle, hallelujah knows no bounds– To exult, boldly.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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No Runway Required

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

How come no one ever asks, What are you metaphysically wearing right now? Are you basking in translucent skivvies, rocking spangled self-awareness, dream-dropping golden drawers and grace-lace in multi-storied tatters, are you so flagrantly naked right now, candle-wax-drip in a … Continue reading →

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Nymphlight

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Uprooted, prevailing agony folds the pagan nymph  to a distant within; her position, untenantable, will alter according to blood-new spates of reign, coursing undisclosed seasons.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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