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Tag Archives: nocturne
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.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged death, epitaph, ghost, gold and grey, haiku, haunting, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, life, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, sorrow
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Chairs
An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bistro, cafe, chairs, John Biscello, memories, nocturne, paris, poem, Poetry, song
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Wreck
Mariner’s dark script, prophetic slant on wrecked mates– No man’s Moby Dick.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, haiku, impressionism, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, nocturne, nocturne in blue and silver, painting, poem, Poetry
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Surface
Alchemy of fugue, shifting tides rent rising blues– surface lies in wait.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, fugue, haiku, impressionism, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, mood, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry
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Nocturne
By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black, Blue, dreams, haiku, impressionistic, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, moody, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, river
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Unfinished Nocturne
She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, cave, John Biscello, linda stojak, love, nocturne, onyx, Prose, visual art
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Filigree
And on the eighth day, gospel and inviolate, the Moon went on a bender, pouring silver chaste with salve, or, how the world, toddling due course, filigreed the necessary dark by grieving jointly.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged healing, J.W. Turner, John Biscello, Literary, moon, nocturne, Poetry, silver
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