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Tag Archives: alley
Some Like It Hot
Traversing, in a beat shuffle and worn cadence, many oblique side streets and shadow-stained back alleys to arrive at where he now stood— the white-hot lure and rigged bait of a suspect angel, who played hard to get, beckoned with … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged alley, angel, fedora, Light, new york nights, noir, photography, poem, Poetry, shadow, silhouette
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Less, More
From the series, Japan Poems. Intimacy bred and cultivated by narrowest confines is the progenitor and best advocate for imagination’s nubile foreplay in limitless spaces dreamed up in real time.
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Tagged alley, imagination, intimacy, japan, niigata, poem, scene, street
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Tender is the Night
From the series, Japan Poems It is in these moments, when the pumpkin orange glow of the lanterns softens the streets, and the bicycles lined up in rows compose portraits of ordered symmetry, that the night turns in on itself, … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged alley, japan, kyoto, lanterns, night scene, poem, Poetry, tender is the night
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The Dark
Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it Anya. Listening to the dark. And it was because of you Anya that I started naming different types of dark, … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged alley, anthony distefano, CSF Publishing, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, no sleep till brooklyn, noir, novel, shadow play
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Moodscape
Down a lighted alley. From The Jackdaw and the Doll. Illustration by Izumi Yokoyama.
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, ambient sitrrings, fable, izumi yokoyama, jackdaw and the doll, John Biscello, kafka, street scene
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Anya and the Dark
Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, anthony distefano, first love, John Biscello, New York, no man's brooklyn, shadowlands, street photography, the dark
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Cloak and Dagger
Some shadows become women when no one is looking. Consider it the residual alchemy of fallout and mortal longing. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, cindy sherman, John Biscello, photography, poem, shadow life, untitled film still
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Lure
He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, angel, John Biscello, New York, noir, shadows
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Footsteps
Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home. (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, cobble, france, haiku, heels, henri cartier-bresson, John Biscello, lover, photo, poem, Poetry, woman
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Turn
Nowhere else to turn, restless child seeking lighted way, shadows hold court, monopolizing space and time. (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)
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Tagged alley, cartier-bresson, child, John Biscello, Light, photo, poem, Poetry, shadow, turn
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