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Category Archives: Poetry
Here, Now
All is a mutable feast, a panoply and paragon of lore and dropped beats, of here, and not here, all at once— effect upon the cause are the visionary takes of the radiant children, sampling source-feed from stunning slates of … Continue reading
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Tagged beat goes on, children of the moon, into the mystic, moonstruck, music, poem, Poetry, seasons, visionaries
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Stan and Ollie
(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku honoring the dynamic cuckoo duo of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy.) Genius, in trespassing,has its necessary fools–Supreme gag order.
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Tagged comedy, dynamic duo, genius, haiku, in praise of fools, laurel and hardy, poem, slapstick
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Dictate This
(April Fool’s Day 2025: a haiku honoring the Great Dictator-busting Charlie Chaplin, whose clown’s shoes left indelible footprints.) The Great Dictator?Charlie, in jest, plants his foot–No ass too big.
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Tagged charlie chaplin, comedy reigns, great dictator, haiku, little tramp, poem, slapstick
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Last Laugh
(April Fool’s Day 2025: a haiku in honor of the Little Tramp, Sir Charles Chaplin.) Slapstick’s trinity,a monotheistic gag–Salvation’s last laugh.
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Tagged april fool's, charlie chaplin, haiku, little tramp, poem, sacred fool, slapstick
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Buster
(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku in honor of the Great Stoneface, Buster Keaton.) The lot of the fool–a fresh bouquet of flowersdelivered too late.
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Tagged april fool's, buster keaton, clown spirit, haiku, poem, Poetry, sacred fools, slapstick
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Sonata of the I
The hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), roving through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles—proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fiction, music, pilgrimage, Poetry, Prose, samuel beckett, self, solipsistic kicks, sonata, story, variations on I, what's in a name
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Pilgrimage of the I
A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles— proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fiction, ghosts, I, poem, Poetry, road trip, samuel beckett, self, solipsism, vaudeville, wanderer, writing
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Samuel Beckett
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Theater, Video
Tagged lyrics to go, poem, Poetry, samuel beckett, Spoken Word, verses from the abstract
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Beckett’s Sonata
A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of a stingy flower, proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet scorched by streaks of sungold (this, … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Theater
Tagged fiction, Godot's godchildren, krapp, malone, mercier et camier, molloy, murphy, Poetry, Prose, samuel beckett, travel, writing
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Sphinx
Convicted sphinx to beguiling raptures, and time-spanned sync-holes, literary enigma, Clarice Lispector, understood keenly the tolling of ruptures within, sowing breath’s metered and fasting threads to the fractional seethe of holy and lent.
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged clarice lispector, poem, Poetry, sphinx, writer
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John Biscello 