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Tag Archives: haiku
If on a Winter’s Night…
In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash. (Artwork by Hiroshige)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, cold, feathers, haiku, hiroshige, japan, John Biscello, kisses, painting, poem, snow, Winter, winter's night
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Bone Dry
Those crisp autumn nights, alone, with miles and miles of thoughts worn to the bone. (Painting by Edward Hopper)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged america, autumn, country, edward hopper, gas station, haiku, John Biscello, nostalgia, painting, poem, solitude, thoughts
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Red, Black
To paint a blood-sport, matador, faring no bull– dark, in need of stars. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, black, blood, bull, bullfight, haiku, John Biscello, Mark Rothko, matador, painting, poem, red
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Arson
Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, film, fire, golden age, haiku, John Biscello, legend, louise brooks, poem, silent film, siren, star
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Chaplin, Keaton
Men, who took the fall, to keep the world in stitches– Clowning achievement. (Film still from Limelight, the only film in which Chaplin and Keaton appeared together).
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged buster keaton, charlie chaplin, Cinema, clowns, golden age, haiku, John Biscello, limelight, movie, poem, slapstick
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Jackson Pollock
Ballet in a storm, one man’s kinetic forecast– You will know my name.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 1950s, abstract, Abstract Expressionism, frenzy, haiku, Hans Namuth, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, nature, painting, poem, storm
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Scent
Suspicion assails, Why did he give this to me? The scent of a trail. (Artwork by Paul Klee)
Night Moves
Tree’s night-perm like fog, stars pining to get lost there– Long distance courtship. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged courtship, D.H. Lawrence ranch, Georgia O' Keefe, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, New Mexico, night sky, painting, poem, Stars, tree
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Mark Rothko
Rending light to fit an artist’s capacity to survive caste form. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, art, fire, geometry, haiku, John Biscello, Light, Mark Rothko, poem, square
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