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Category Archives: Artwork
First Love, Winter
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, warming up.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kids, Literary, love, Poetry, snow, solstice, Winter
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Review of Carnet d’AmeriKa
“To be human is to transform; to be human is to name, then name anew. I must remember the inseparable nature of word and action.” Erin Currier, 6 November, 2004 In a sense this passage became one of Erin Currier’s … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Erin Currier, John Biscello, journal, Latin America, Literary, magazine, political, riot material, socio-political
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Catalog
The sea is the sea but it is also a sound recording of the sea, it is Memory, shroud and fathomless, and freighted with echoes. It is the case history of forgotten species and myths, the ghostlight of dead stars.
Bird’s Eye View
(For Leonard Cohen) As the bird on the wire trills its last delicious electric notes, the vibrato hum begins to resound in Heaven.
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Tagged bird, bird on a wire, Heaven, John Biscello, leonard cohen, Literary, memoriam, music, song
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Claim
She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged grief, impressionism, inspiration, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, Van Gogh
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Spool
Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celluloid, Cinema, Edie Sedgwick, film, image, john, pop culture, recursion, warhol
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Deluge
It is both pleasure, and an epitaph to pleasure, at the same time. When the phenomena occurs and the colors run and slash and slit down upon me in ravels of deluge. Spring-green, shell-pink, sky-blue, bled-red, egg-heaven, grief-yellow. I, a … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, art, colors, epitaph, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, Poetry
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Feral
Seized, I am in the ripe feral grip of the new language she is speaking. Her voice fronting a glassy, ciphered edge, a grifting menace. Every calculated utterance bears double and triple meaning, with common intent to baffle, disarm, intrigue, … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, John Biscello, language, Literary, Man Ray, photography
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Plaything
Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged epitaph, John Biscello, Literary, plaything, Poetry, toy
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Corset
In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, fable, fiction, inner child, John Biscello, knife, mask, Poetry
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