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Tag Archives: poem
Comic Relief
“God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh”–Voltaire Philosophy, like the proverbial weasel, goes POP, as God, sporting a Groucho Marx get-up (you know, the glasses, the eyebrows, the cigar) delivers gags and zingers, turning the … Continue reading
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Tagged comedy, God, Groucho Marx, John Biscello, poem, vaudeville, voltaire
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Come Wander With Me
At the break of day, wandering softly within– you, from a distance.
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Tagged come wander with me, haiku, John Biscello, poem, twilight zone, wanderlust
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Redemption Song
“We are strangers and exiles here. I feel it now more certainly than ever—and the only home a man ever has on earth, the only moment when he escapes from the prisms of loneliness, is when he enters into the … Continue reading
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Tagged heart country, John Biscello, love is real, poem, redemption song, thomas wolfe
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Impossible You Say?
“Literature is an exaggeration, a dramatization, and those who are nourished on it (as I was) are in great danger of trying to approximate an impossible rhythm.”—Anais Nin Leave the impossible to the fishes and the stars, to packed suitcases … Continue reading
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Tagged alice in wonderland, anais nin, impossible, John Biscello, poem, the writing life
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Hunger
“Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.” How many, committed to their record of days upon the earth, crusade with … Continue reading
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Tagged anais nin, banquet, hunger, John Biscello, poem, the writing life
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Autumn
I close my eyes and I see her again, a silhouette, near to distance, and dissolving– the autumn rain taps its seminal code for longing onto the trembling glass of a window closed.
The Last Days of Jack Kerouac, a film-poem
1. Setting: A waterfront saloon. The wooden floor thatched in dull golden sawdust plus the acrid scent of piss wafting in from the urinal. 2. Cut to: A broad-shouldered man slumped on his barstool. The camera notices that the legs … Continue reading
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Tagged beat generation, cinema of the mind, film-poem, jack kerouac, John Biscello, movie-mind, ode, poem
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Dreamlife for the Living
It is really just one long dream interrupted in thorny intervals by fictions that we mistake for realities, the single white feather floating like a tangible sliver of breath on the river’s cyclical surface tells you all you need to … Continue reading
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Tagged cosmic lore, John Biscello, life the dream, poem, Poetry, what dreams may come
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Bliss-Following and Fool’s Play
To follow your bliss you must kiss your demons squarely on their mouths lancing their sealed lips with a flaming tongue perpetrating tango between worlds where love consumes every last thorny bit.
John Biscello 