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Tag Archives: God
Comic Relief
“God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh”–Voltaire Philosophy, like the proverbial weasel, goes POP, as God, sporting a Groucho Marx get-up (you know, the glasses, the eyebrows, the cigar) delivers gags and zingers, turning the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged comedy, God, Groucho Marx, John Biscello, poem, vaudeville, voltaire
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Claim for the Meek
I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged God, heather ross, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, women
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Raising the Bar
Dylan Thomas falls off his barstool in Heaven. Lying on the sawdusty floor, he slurs something about a white horse. And chains, and the sea. God, who gave Lucifer the night off, is tending bar. He comes … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Dylan Thomas, God, Heaven, John Biscello, Lucifer, Prose, story
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Hearing Aid
The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder. (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Abstract Expressionism, God, grafitti, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, poem
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Ghostprints
Long before there was Adam’s itchy rib and Eve’s ruptured spleen there was a travesty of hands a transversal flowerbed of fngers reaching in jilted unsion to grasp not the meaning of God but rather the infinitely sweeping hem of … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cave painting, flowering fingers, God, hands, John Biscello, lascaux, poem
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Runes
There is the cracking– thin, brittle chafings of bones begging to splinter, to silver holy music through darkened hollows, and there is us, Love’s loneliest brood, spelled out like vagrant relics, like glistening runes, upon God’s most silent scattered linen.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged God, John Biscello, leaves, love poem, snow, Winter
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Prayer
Thank you, is the simplest and most profound prayer I know, borne along on a sea of breath, it returns to itself, the divinest echo from God’s muse to my lips.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, God, John Biscello, love, Muse, poem, prayer, thank you, thank you again
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Lovesworn
If I could grow my arms the length of God I’d hug the entire world until a cosmic vessel went bust and bled light to no end.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged embraceable youse, God, hugs are good for everyone, John Biscello, love, poem, spirit, universe
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Kite
My desire to feel God is the same as the child’s dreamlipped desire to kiss the red kite bobbing and arcing far and away tethered to his wrist a wordless prayer given over to wind and sky.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, God, innocence, John Biscello, kiss, kite, love, wind
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Devotional
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged epitaph, God, gratitude, John Biscello, Light, poem, remember, reverence, soul, spirit
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