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Tag Archives: nocturne
Station
From the series, Japan Poems. Through a gate darkly, semblance of lives, burning time– Tokyo nocturne.
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Tagged haiku, japan, nocturne, poem, portrait, tokyo, train station
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Silk
From the series, Japan Poems Flowers in the dark smell different from flowers not in the dark. Hands part silk to sunder the gauzy veils of sleep with tenderest unconditional regards.
Lens
From the series, Japan Poems. To see sharply, with peak resolution, limits both the capacity and company of vision– Imagination’s most supple asset, it dreaming proof, dwells in soft focus on the solitary edge and cusp of vanishing.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged japan, night scene, niigata, nocturne, poem, Poetry, soft focus, street photography
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Solitude
From the series, Japan Poems. There is a danger in wondering too much, in giving due notice to the low burning fire that nightly dreams of arson– An entire block or city or world eviscerated in a vengeful nod or … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Press
Tagged kabukicho, nocturne, poem, poem portrait, street life, street photography, tokyo, tokyo nights
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Nocturne
From the series, Japan Poems. A gentle beckon, and softly blurred invitation to disappear– No words necessary as you drift along the gauzy lines of a nocturne, so soon to fade, so near to dreaming within worlds quietly lost.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged echigo, japan, night walk, niigata, nocturne, poem, Poetry, train station
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Nocturne
In not so many words I found my wanting voice warming and calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged nocturne, noir nights, Prose, sensual, symmetry, touch, voice, words
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Still of the Night
It is like having a piece of hard existential candy lodged in your larynx while all around you voices demand the strictest means of geometry by which to constellate your semblance. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, nocturne, photography, poem, untitled film still
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Night Gallery
Posted in Artwork, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, house, John Biscello, Light, lighted window, longing, night, nocturne, park, trees, window
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Ghost
Classic ghost story, you have haunted your own life– No man’s epitaph.
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Tagged death, epitaph, ghost, gold and grey, haiku, haunting, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, life, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, sorrow
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