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Tag Archives: poem
Ow, She Said. And Wow.
She stared at the solitary gull perched on a craggy rock. The sea, like undulating slates of purplish steel, or bruised rust, while a glaring wound of a sunset poured scarlet ribbons from its Martian gash. The gull flies away, … Continue reading
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Tagged down by the sea, John Biscello, life's many crushes, love and lore, poem, Poetry, sun and sea and flight
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D’Arc Night of the Soul
(For All Hallow’s eve, a “witch’s” tale) Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upper lip into … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged arclight, Guy Denning, halloween, joan of arc, John Biscello, poem, realm of the spirit, sorceresses and saints, the passion
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Free Play
We live in a world of alchemy and swing, a freeform board game for sounding and experiment, and anyone that tells you any different has simply forgotten how to engage the play of their lives, or sow the grit, resin … Continue reading
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Tagged a mutable feast, freeform jazz, John Biscello, playtime, poem, Poetry, shakespeare remixed
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Autumn Leaves
Grieving, the swoonlit swans, crying last songs softly into autumn’s russet and moonfed belly.
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Tagged autumn, fall, grieving, John Biscello, poem, swan songs, tis the season
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Rhyme-Scheme
There is nothing to order or arrange, nothing to worry about. No explanations required. Dry logic and tortured rationale can be set aside. At least for a little while. Try it. You see, everything rhymes in this letterless alphabet of … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, may the force be with you, poem, rhymeplay, word to the mother
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Cask
We are here to marvel, and to grieve, to haunt the liminal edges which find us supremely fragile in our longing.
Devotional
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
As You Desire
Free from staid context, and the fragile lull of fate, she had come a long unmapped way to create a new set of illusions by which to set and frame her course. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, film still, John Biscello, photography, poem, this girl's life
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Neo-Realism
There was something about a white telephone, unringing, that made her think of tightly wound spirals of cigarette-smoke in Italian films, or poorly lit hotel rooms where actresses played to the pall of their silence and wanting. Any moment now, … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, film still, John Biscello, neo-realism, photography, poem
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