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Sheer
By course of sheerness, our fragilest bits exposed– How the light gets in.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged double exposure, John Biscello, Poetry, revelations, sheer opening, vulnerable self
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Found Blue
We do not enter the bluest hours, they come upon us, tender fugue and gallows silk, where we, in blatant trembling sheerness, are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps between air and perish.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blue hours, course of revelations, deathly silk, John Biscello, poem, sheerness, softly now softly
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Cathedral
From the absolute hovel of unlettered ruins, a crabby shard, reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight— this, the modest origins to ceremony and marvel, as she built an outlaw cathedral of self, in which she dwelled and worshipped, vagrantly hospitable … Continue reading
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Tagged cathedral of self, dwelling within, ecstasies, harem of angels, into the blue again, John Biscello, Poetry
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Music
To the call of light, Music, unending, beckons you to harmonize.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, harmonize, John Biscello, light's calling, music, Poetry
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Virtuoso
Virtuoso, by turns, this dazzling concert of light, golden, sounded, the pooling reserve of free jazz, ordered to measureless standards, rounding into sublime.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged concerted light, in praise of, John Biscello, music, Poetry, sublime licks, the music-makers
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Why Not?
A soul, timeless, at play in a field of dazzling light and changeable shapes, or, how the ordered free jazz of plotlessness keeps on turning, and turning, within the Great Mystery into which I was called to enter and praise.
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Tagged dreamscaping, fields of light, free jazz, John Biscello, Poetry, praise-worthy, souls at play, why not?, wonderwheeling
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The New Romantics
We need visionaries, now, more than ever. Those in tenderest thrall to the lore of zeal and trespass, this side of dreaming. We barker for the rise and call of the New Romantics who, in their shedding of scales and … Continue reading
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place of Sharing
Poetry and art cannot be quarantined, as it moves freely though time and space, and announces its presence in cells, wind, electric waves of becoming. Here, a poem finds a public home on the window of Parse Seco, courtesy of … Continue reading
The Writing Life
Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged in progress, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, Poetry, Prose, sneak-peek, the craft, the writing life, word by word
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Thrall
In tenderest thrall to the near side of dreaming— Means to endlessness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreamlife lived, haiku, infinite you, John Biscello, Poetry, tenderest means, this side of dreaming
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