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Tag Archives: paris
Regarding Henry
In honor of Henry Valentine Miller’s birthday (December 26th, 1891). Stalking new language, the happy scribbler tramped through Heaven’s back-roads.
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged american writer, Brooklyn, haiku, henry miller, paris, Poetry, Prose, smile at the foot of the ladder, tropic of cancer
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Henry Miller
Posted in Audio, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brassai, henry miller, paris, Poetry, Spoken Word, tropic of cancer, tropic of capricorn, writer
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Surrealism in Paris
Review of Sue Roe’s In Montparnasse: The Emergence of Surrealism in Paris, from Duchamp to Dali A fish rides a bicycle into the Seine. The fish begins to drown and then remembers that it is a fish and starts to … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged art life, John Biscello, montparnasse, paris, Prose, Review, riot material, Surrealism, the left bank
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Laurel and Hardy in Paris
We’ll always have Paris, Stanny, to tag with kerosene and meringue– (cue the “Dance of the Cuckoos” as the pie-in-the-face revolution begins with … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged comedy, John Biscello, laurel and hardy, paris, pie revolution, Poetry, slapstick, street art
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Paris
I have never been to Paris, and so I must write about my time there, how Hemingway threw the gauntlet at my feet and challenged me to an armwrestling match three times, beating me each and every time, and Hemingway … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, inspiration, John Biscello, love, myth, ode, paris, poem, travel, tribute, writers
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Blue
That year, in Paris, distant blue was all the rage– the clown’s mood thickened. (Painting by Edward Hopper)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, Blue, clown, edward hopper, haiku, impressionistic, John Biscello, mood, painting, paris, poem, soir bleu
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Gertrude Stein
Matron saint of reps, one word, next, again, the same– Style, the modern rage. (Picasso’s portrait of Gertrude Stein)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 1920s, gertrude stein, John Biscello, modernism, painting, paris, Picasso, poemm haiku
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Tropic of Cancer
To lance a staid form, with crab-claws bent on rupture– How masters shift course.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged banned books, Brooklyn, haiku, henry miller, John Biscello, literature, obelisk press, paris, poem, Poetry, tropic of cancer
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Ulysses
Pen-wielding pirate, charting armchair odyssey– Vision beyond scope.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bookstore, expatriate, james joyce, John Biscello, literature, modernism, paris, poem, Poetry, shakespeare and co, sylvia beach, ulysses
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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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