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Category Archives: Poetry
Ow, She Said. And Wow.
She stared at the solitary gull perched on a craggy rock. The sea, like undulating slates of purplish steel, or bruised rust, while a glaring wound of a sunset poured scarlet ribbons from its Martian gash. The gull flies away, … Continue reading
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Tagged down by the sea, John Biscello, life's many crushes, love and lore, poem, Poetry, sun and sea and flight
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D’Arc Night of the Soul
(For All Hallow’s eve, a “witch’s” tale) Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upper lip into … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged arclight, Guy Denning, halloween, joan of arc, John Biscello, poem, realm of the spirit, sorceresses and saints, the passion
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Night at the Opera
At first there was darkness, and there had always been darkness. Then the stars turned on. And music played, as if silky notes drifting through a night-cloth dome of windows, and in this way wonder entered the scene. Wonder mated … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, opera, poetry that does magic, space riot, the darkest seeds, the fat lady singeth
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From the Sorcerer’s Handbook
Do not explain music Do not explain dreams the elusive penetrates everything You must know that everything rhymes —Wols There is something deeply comforting about this, deeply reassuring. Everything rhymes. A universe of correspondences, of sequential richness, metaphysical jazz. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged alchemy, John Biscello, poesy, rhyme-scheme, sorcery, turning prose to jazz soup, universal musings, why not?
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October’s Bones
In honor of the 50th anniversary of Jack Kerouac’s “death-day” departure for roads unknown. When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. You exposed me … Continue reading
Free Play
We live in a world of alchemy and swing, a freeform board game for sounding and experiment, and anyone that tells you any different has simply forgotten how to engage the play of their lives, or sow the grit, resin … Continue reading
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Tagged a mutable feast, freeform jazz, John Biscello, playtime, poem, Poetry, shakespeare remixed
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Homing Device
The soul doesn’t calculate, it syncs itself to the legend of its origins, the glyphic runes and white-hot bones of constellational remains, where we, in costumed exile, linger and tow the fasting freight of dreams, upon which our lives are … Continue reading
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Tagged bask, constellational jazz, divine intervention, home, humanspeak, John Biscello, Poetry, soul
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Raspberries
Mariko knew a lot of interesting things about space. For example: astronomers theorized that, based on its chemical make-up, the dust from the nebula that gave birth to our sun would taste like raspberries. And that the closer you … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged astral jazz, black hole sun, John Biscello, nebulously yours, Poetry, raspberries, sunstuff
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Autumn Leaves
Grieving, the swoonlit swans, crying last songs softly into autumn’s russet and moonfed belly.
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Tagged autumn, fall, grieving, John Biscello, poem, swan songs, tis the season
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