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Tag Archives: Cinema
Draft
There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged avant-garde, Cinema, dream, experimental, film, furls, John Biscello, Maya Deren, Mirror, poem, Poetry
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Recourse
To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.
Dialing Monty Python
The bright side of life, long distance salvation plan– Calling all martyrs.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, comedy, crosses, crucifixion, haiku, jesus, John Biscello, Monty Python, movie, poem, Poetry, religion, satire, The Life of Brian
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Monroe and Dietrich
Fated alignment, luminaries to bask in– Arc of frozen lights.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celebrities, Cinema, haiku, John Biscello, marilyn monroe, Marlene Dietrich, movies, poem, Poetry, Stars, symbols
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Mae West
No bodice to bind heaving glow and talon’s wit– she lit up the screen.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged actress, Cinema, comedian, film, haiku, John Biscello, mae west, movies, poem, Poetry, sex symbol
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Proof
Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, david lynch, doppelganger, film, haiku, John Biscello, lost highway, noir, patricia arquette, poem, Poetry, twins
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Fire
She, aflame, tarries to abet silent slow burn– Fire cannot be claimed.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged burn, Cinema, film, fire, haiku, John Biscello, louise brooks, lulu, obsession, poem, Poetry
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Lulu
By slow wintry turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, film, haiku, John Biscello, louise brooks, lulu, pandora, poem, Poetry, silver screen
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Moonless
Room temperature, Winter’s digits plunge deep– Dark, the moonless dream.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, golden age, haiku, John Biscello, louise brooks, movie star, poem, Poetry, silver screen
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Scour
To scour ruins, mirrors bind the darkest glare– She will betray you.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged betrayal, Cinema, david lynch, haiku, John Biscello, lost highway, patricia arquette, poem, Poetry
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