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Author Archives: John Biscello
Nighwatch
His native habitat was a window by moonlight. He would crouch there, gauzed in night mist, his fingers always poised upon his chin, as if rigging speculation, or some unresolved quandary, and he’d find me, writing at the kitchen table, … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged haunt, japan, mask, night moves, night scene, noh mask
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Lost Highway
From the series, Japan Poems. Within the grainy pitch of the lost highway we the tellers traffic with liminal vim and want to engage the narcotic lore of stories found searching for a haunt to call their own.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged dream life, japan, lost highway, night scene, niigata, poem, Poetry, story
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Lens
From the series, Japan Poems. To see sharply, with peak resolution, limits both the capacity and company of vision– Imagination’s most supple asset, it dreaming proof, dwells in soft focus on the solitary edge and cusp of vanishing.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged japan, night scene, niigata, nocturne, poem, Poetry, soft focus, street photography
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By Night
From the series, Japan Poems. In the hospitable equation of a bicycle, lighted doors, and people we cannot see, a hypnagogic nocturne forms fluently of its own accord, begetting incalculable solitude and lore to the trespasses of dreaming.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged bicycle, house, japan, lighted doors, lighted window, night sene, niigata, poem, Poetry, street scene
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Treaty
From the series, Japan Poems. At twilight, the softly paling into summer plum sky, sliver of moon suspended like a bone-white boomerang in the distance, narrow street courting its void with dignity, what kind of dream is this that reminds … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged beauty and melancholy, cherish, floating world, gospel, japan, niigata, poem, Poetry, savor, street
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Refuge
From the series, Japan Poems. We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance– a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged house, japan, Light, poem, Poetry, portrait, sado island, solitude, warmth
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Tender is the Night
From the series, Japan Poems It is in these moments, when the pumpkin orange glow of the lanterns softens the streets, and the bicycles lined up in rows compose portraits of ordered symmetry, that the night turns in on itself, … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged alley, japan, kyoto, lanterns, night scene, poem, Poetry, tender is the night
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Transit
From the series, Japan Poems. All these arrivals and departures gauged to give edges and form to the prevailing plot twists and turns of our lives– In self-made labyrinths we wander, and lose ourselves repeatedly, if only to encode marked … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged japan, kyoto, poem, Poetry, station, street photography, transit, travel
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Solitude
From the series, Japan Poems. There is a danger in wondering too much, in giving due notice to the low burning fire that nightly dreams of arson– An entire block or city or world eviscerated in a vengeful nod or … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Press
Tagged kabukicho, nocturne, poem, poem portrait, street life, street photography, tokyo, tokyo nights
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The Hours
From the series, Japan Poems. Outside the station monotony finds solace in ritual want mated to vagrancy and hours slow burned.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged hours, japan, niigata, niigata station, poem, Poetry, street photography, teen spirit, youth
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