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Tag Archives: hymn
Not in So Many Words
On a molecular level, we are fucked. Perpetually, repeatedly, renewably. Fucked. The world is an unceasing orgy. Everything touches everything, nonstop fondling and incestuous friction between particles, the pulsing frisson of meshes. We are nets that hold nothing and touch … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged clusterfuck, eternity, hymn, orgy, poem, Poetry, Prose, wonder we be
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The Soloist
Kettled by mass and slow-building infinity solitude begs nothing of stone and receives a woman through to which to flesh out its lasting hymn and testament. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, hymn, John Biscello, photography, poem, solitude, untitled film still
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Boy
I am a young boy, fated to innocence, walking through the lavender mist of Time’s softly slipped dream, every grain of sand a stitch in the marvel of kingdom’s comely veil.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, dream, hymn, innocence, John Biscello, poem, sea, wonder, words
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White Bird
She, full of secret pines, shadow-limbed beneath a pale disc of winter sun, waltzing solo in snow-caked hills, blood-red quill tucked behind her left ear, just in case the urge to climb spires and trace spheres via a fierce run … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bird, Goddess, hymn, John Biscello, love, nature, poem, Poetry, praise, snow, trees, voice, white bird, Winter
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Tongue
Celibacy upon the vulvic tongue, that faun purveyor of irreverent pink and solvent hymns, is a joyless sin against primordial yearnings, the Earth composes itself in mineral rhymes and licentious heavings, and so the tongue, caked in sensuous resin, divines … Continue reading
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Tagged anatomy, body, earth, earthy, erotic, hymn, John Biscello, licentious, lust, pan, poem, Poetry, sensuality, sex, sin, tongue, yearning
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Hale
Hymn, inside Her, by which lovers pass hale music, and fire, through a needle’s hallowed eye.
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Tagged boy, devotion, fire, girl, her, him, hymn, John Biscello, love, lovers, music, needle's eye, poem, Poetry
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Crescendo
What about the rough, thorny grace of angels locked in love-play, the traceless sex of light piercing light, scaling an impossible crescendo?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, celestial, Heaven, hymn, John Biscello, Light, love, love-making, pierce, poem, Poetry, sex, thorny
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