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Category Archives: Artwork
Worn
In transit, and in stillness, station by station, one chance moment out of a million and one lost, we see love, in a precious tangle, a flaccid melt, and we renew ourselves through the rumpled means of lives unmade to … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged classic, John Biscello, love, New York, photo, romance, subway, train, vintage
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Venus Infers
Withholding, with intent, for so very very long, the mouth like moth to flame engaged the key to its lock, while the eyes watched her lover, bearing the scripted burn, drop to his knees, modeling a biblical take on crush.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged erotic, John Biscello, key, Literary, lock, noir, poem, Poetry, shadow, venus
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New York, New York
The skyscraper quartet of ladies peaking eyecandy to airshow, arches a vintage and puckered valentine to a city in love with its meteoric rise and call.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ballerinas, John Biscello, manhattan, New York, new york in the 20s, photograph, poem, Poetry, postcard, skyscraper, vintage
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The Last Laugh
After having rejected him night after night, in what had become an agonized shtick and ritual of unrequited love, Colombine turned away one last time, Pierrot’s parting gag performed for a backwoods audience of trees, grass, air, and a moon, … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged clown, colombine, commedia dell' arte, hanged pierrot, italy, John Biscello, love, pierrot, poem, Poetry, sad clown
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Blue
They, without words, have agreed to model the sea, to mimic its waves by air, blue and heat, fasting symmetry with intent to respire and please.
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Tagged ballet, blue dancers, dance, degas, impressionism, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry
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Flight Pattern
He has peopled the world outside his window with decoys and delegates. They go where he cannot, they climb and scrabble and perch where he can only watch. The cage, you see, is more than just a symbolic prop. He … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black and white, boy, flight, John Biscello, Literary, loneliness, photo, solitude, window
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A Small Thing
It is a small thing, small matter, and yet, magnificent, profound, terrifying, yes, terrifying. She is now responsible for this thing, this love, her love has assumed a shape, a form, and it lies there, sleeping, not too far removed from … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birth detail, gregory crewdson, John Biscello, love, mother, poem, Poetry, son
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Volume by White
The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, cicada, John Biscello, Literary, painting, poem, singapore, song of cicada, volume
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TV
Light, a beacon in a fish-bowl. It was the only channel Bobby received at night after his parents went to sleep, after his vision adjusted to the warning signals arraigned in silence.
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Tagged fugue, haunted, John Biscello, Literary, living room, poem, Poetry, tv
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The Chairs
Stiff-spined, hammer-headed, squat-bottomed, rubble-flecked alternates to the chairs that once stilled motion and held human life; the people lost, the flights canceled, the chairs a stirring musical memory, a ghostly paean to the dashed dreams of a grave new world, … Continue reading
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Tagged abandoned, airport, chairs, ghosts, haunted, John Biscello, Literary, nicosia, Poetry
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