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Category Archives: Uncategorized
In Our Solitude
Poor resignation, accruing beatific quiet for the meek. (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, france, haiku, John Biscello, maurice utrillo, poem, quietude, the meek
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Pilgrimage
Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.
Posted in Books, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged desert, film, John Biscello, little prince, poem, solitary expansion, Stars, the walk
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Neighborhood
Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread. (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged france, haiku, John Biscello, maurice utrillo, neighborhood, painting, poem, street
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The Sisters
Bearing the burden of beauty and mysterious growth the sisters kept themselves aloft and separated from a world with mostly closed doors and severely cramped imagination. (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, dorothea tanning, giant sunflower, it's a kind of magic, John Biscello, poem, sisters, Surrealism
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Smoke
Mortal ponderance– Where did the time go this time? Smoke favors silence. (Photo by Josef Sudek)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, josef sudek, moodscaping, photography, prague, smoke
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Apple
The apple doesn’t beg to be loved, it keeps still, appling to the utmost, as rain and sunlight seep into the gravity of its core. (Photo by Josef Sudek)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Apple, John Biscello, josef sudek, photography, poem, rain and sun, still life
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Once Removed
Estranged, yet aloft, in a world her vision sculpts– Adulthood far off. (Photo by Josef Sudek)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, estrangement, haiku, in the country, John Biscello, josef sudek, photo
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Typeface
This machine kills the seeds of fascism by establishing ritualized patterns of beauty and delicate order, its lines level the playing field with utmost mercy and precision– Hurry Now, Act Quickly, and type your heart out, and we’ll throw in … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged clacking rhythms, express yourself!, John Biscello, keys to the kingdom, poem, tried and true, typewriter
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Dominion
Living becomes a habit, a surging one that’s hard to break. But death, its sworn mate with the notorious reputation, always lurks beneath, a husking catalyst bent on dreamless repose, and the pooling of changes to seed the furtherance of … Continue reading
Summer’s Last Song
How very closely a pose of triumph mimics grounding, before flight.
John Biscello 