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Tag Archives: imagination
Here There Be Dream Tigers
Here we are hooded in shadows with tigers green fire eyes lighting up new seasons. Tigers green fire eyes the forests of emeralds burning of bedazzlement and jade bewitching. We enter calmly at our own risk. We heard that one … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Prose
Tagged abstract, dreams, forests, imagination, Mark Rothko, myth, story, tigers, words
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On the Nature of Writing
Begin at the beginning. Who am I? Who is the voice asking who am I? Who is the who observing the voice asking who am I? Who is the who eternally taking notes on the who observing the voice who … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged craft, curious, daily trespasses, imagination, poem, the writing life, wonder
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Blue Boy
There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged blues, dreamscape, fathers and sons, imagination, johnbiscello, Prose, the writing life
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Vouchsafe
“Once it had been the other way around: one summer, while daydreaming a winter story, he had reached into the tall grass for a snowball, wanting to throw it playfully at the cat.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Poetry, Prose
Tagged imagination, intimacy, John Biscello, peter handke, poem, seasons
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Heart Country
“Imagination certainly is an entertaining thing to have—and it is great to be a fool.” – Georgia O’ Keefe She, in painting the bones and the blue while distilling, in tenderest strokes, the interior lives and longing of flowers, applied … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Prose
Tagged fool's play, Georgia O' Keefe, heart, imagination, John Biscello, painting, Poetry
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Tall Black Armchair, or, Anais Nin Revisited
“The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have … excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged anais nin, attic, ghost, imagination, John Biscello, poem, Prose, the writing life
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Hands
This is the text which inspired the story I performed in a Story Slam a couple of years back. The theme was “Risk.” Here’s a video clip of the presentation (sorry, it’s sideways, but then again, so am I). One … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged art, courage, dreams, imagination, John Biscello, love, passion, storyslam, storytelling, Taos
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Marvel
As a child, the thinnest greenest wisps of air held tiny totemic figures of me, carved from sheer terror, aloft, and I pretended, o how I pretended to be the biggest strongest bravest boldest of them all, a clown-saint crossing … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, circus, courage, dream, family, fantasy, fear, imagination, John Biscello, poem, spirit
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