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Tag Archives: henry miller
Rock and a Hard Place
“In a world like this one, it’s difficult to devote oneself to art body and soul. To get published, to get exhibited, to get produced often requires ten or twenty years of patient, intense labor. I spent half my life … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged art life, devotion, fool's journey, henry miller, insanity, passion, survival of the artist, the writing life, words
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Regarding Henry
In honor of Henry Valentine Miller’s birthday (December 26th, 1891). Stalking new language, the happy scribbler tramped through Heaven’s back-roads.
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged american writer, Brooklyn, haiku, henry miller, paris, Poetry, Prose, smile at the foot of the ladder, tropic of cancer
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Henry Miller
Posted in Audio, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brassai, henry miller, paris, Poetry, Spoken Word, tropic of cancer, tropic of capricorn, writer
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One Moment
“In waking life, when all is well and cares fall away, when the intellect is silenced and we slip into reverie, do we not surrender blissfully to the eternal flux, float ecstatically on the still current of life? We have … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged bliss, heart, henry miller, John Biscello, life and death, poem
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Cinemagical
“Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged Cinema, enjoy, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, witness
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Henry Miller
Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged brooklyn boy, clown's play, epic zeal, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, tribute
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Revolution
Miller on his bike, joy riding through the cosmos– the lore of cycling. (Photo: Henry Miller and his bike)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bicycle, haiku, henry miller, John Biscello, just ride, poem
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(Sub)Missive
The lore of missive keeps writers minds on their hearts as they freehand scratches into the purling skin of history’s feted edges.
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, henry miller, John Biscello, passion-play, poem, writers in lust
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Henry Valentine Miller
Because his middle name was Valentine, a V-Day tribute poem to that “boy from Brooklyn,” Mr. Henry Valentine Miller, from my book Arclight. Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spray paint … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged arclight, Brooklyn, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, tribute, valentine
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