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Tag Archives: night
Night Gig
It is extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary that the world can end yet people will go on living. As if they never got the memo: World Over. Perception is an absurd gambit. You never know what you’ll see and what … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged excerpt, fragment, mystery, night, night watchmanm, story, warehouse, worlds last imagined, writing
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Domain
Samuel Beckett tried to corral silence by making silence the domain of language. To not say anything, to ultimately embrace silence, would have meant an impossible task—setting down the pen, laying to rest the voice—and placing a moratorium on … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fragments, language, long sonata of the dead, night, pages, pen, samuel beckett, silence, story, voice, void, words
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Night
At night I go out, scorched and empty. I pool inside myself all day, every day, a sipping and flooding, and then I carry this out with me into the night. There is a hissing that I can hear out … Continue reading
Body Double
It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever that gave night its fool’s edge and lyrical tilt— Scraping half-moon fingernails against famished odds, he briefly paused to consider the bottomless gorge of a hungry ghost demanding of its … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged gamble, hunger, hustle, moveable feast, New York, night, night walk, poem, Poetry, pool hall, shadows
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Snowbound
Go outside on a snowy night and record the sound of snow falling. When you have collected enough audio, go inside and play back the snow and try to find the hidden silences in its music. Lie down in bed … Continue reading
Cinema
From the series, Japan Poems. At night’s softest lyrical edge, dreams, untethered, come and go lightly. The cinema of our lives projected as a mutable course of flickering images, a tenure of opiate bewitchment, so soon fading.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged japan, moon river, night, nightscape, niigata, poem, Poetry, street photography
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Peony
This peony is an empty house/ In which each of us recaptures night. —Jean Laroche In the panting still of night, a peony, trembling, fragrant, blushing bright against the dark matted vines of memory, in which lovers, tangled and throbbing, … Continue reading
Cinema
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fade-in, fade-out, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, night, poem, sky, Stars
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Mount
To sire a riptide, the roseblood moon, fully engorged, sank lower and lower, its binding navel grazing the lattice mouth and lacy tease of a sea forever beckoning softly creased light to charge and mount.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Desire, John Biscello, moon, mount, night, poem, romance, sea
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Twine
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, dream, God, John Biscello, lovers, night, passion, poem, sky, Stars
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