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Tag Archives: language
Not a Sonnet
I can go on. Sometimes you fall off the edge of a sentence and find another one waiting for you there, like the billowcushy arms of a cloud-woman, or keenly lighted wraith, and you can go on, holding hands with … Continue reading
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Tagged dream, expression, John Biscello, language, poem, self, snetence, woman, words
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Sintax
There’s nothing sexier than a girl undressing in cursive to reveal the curves and loops of pure language squeezing every last drop from metaphor to exalt and fondle the core of similes standing in for skin and fire and other … Continue reading
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Tagged expression, John Biscello, language, lust, poem, Poetry, sensual, sintax, syntax, words
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I Don’t Know
After I love you the three most powerful and talismanic words in the language might be I don’t know, instant reducer of ego, canal-cleanser for deeper listening, ventilator of humility and breathing room, not to mention a reverential nod and … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, I don't know, John Biscello, language, love, mystery, poem, wonder
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Kin
There are chambers inside myself I have yet to discover or visit, for example, that one room rumored to contain a monk in tattered robes hunched over a yellow table benignly autistic in his relations to text and verses which … Continue reading
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Tagged dreamlife, existential, expression, John Biscello, language, monk, poem, Poetry, self
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Note to Self
Words, the right ones, ripe and engorged, outgrow the necessary dark inside you and, abiding the laws of catch and release, demand light, air, voice. Beware atrophy, the root killer, and do not leave language, ingrown, unattended.
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Tagged existential, John Biscello, language, passion, poem, self, words
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I am guilty of having poured too many words on top, too many phrases turned to silver coins massaged into the gaping eternity of palms, I have done my best to imitate the rain, and have failed, but how fucking … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, language, love, magic, naked, palms, passion, poem, Poetry, soul, words
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Wordplay
Savor, how words, transgressing grammar, mate in the middle of a sentence and melt, when no one is looking.
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Tagged John Biscello, language, mate, melt, passion, poem, Poetry, transgress, words
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Currency
Language, a living currency and greening force, gospel and amorphic in its leanings toward the freest and most daring aspects of your imagination, well beyond margins, syntax, and staid forms.
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Tagged currency, daring, gospel, John Biscello, language, magic, matter, Poetry, protean, spirit, words
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