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Tag Archives: Blue
Tread Softly
I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading
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Tagged Blue, damage, John Biscello, love, lut, perversely yours, skin, void, wounds
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Pour
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky
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Feathers
Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.
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Tagged Blue, dream, feathers, girl, haiku, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, running, song, torn
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Blue
That year, in Paris, distant blue was all the rage– the clown’s mood thickened. (Painting by Edward Hopper)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, Blue, clown, edward hopper, haiku, impressionistic, John Biscello, mood, painting, paris, poem, soir bleu
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Freeze
Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
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Tagged abstract, black, Blue, freeze, haiku, John Biscello, love, lovers, Mark Rothko, mood, poem, pond, spring
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Kind of Blue, Too
Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading
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Tagged bebop, Blue, christian marclay, cyanotype, eternal, image, jazz, John Biscello, mozart, music, poem, spiders, visual
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Bulbs
Incandescence, how bulbs aspire to fragrant gospel.
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Tagged Artwork, Blue, bulbs, cyanotype, image, incandescence, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry
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Keen
Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim.
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Tagged Blue, cyanotype, forest, haiku, image, John Biscello, lake, poem, Poetry, refuge, shadow, trees
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Ink
She scattered white light through the context of blue ink– Heartbreak, Chapter Two.
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Tagged Blue, cynanotype, expression, forest, heartbreak, image, ink, John Biscello, poem, white, writer
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Music
To listen with eyes, in a forest of deep blue– Music spiring dreams. (Image by Christian Marclay)
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Tagged Artwork, Blue, christian marclay, cyanotype, dream, forest, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, sound, synesthesia
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