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Wild Shoots

Posted on June 2, 2019 by John Biscello

Alternatively, love the extraordinary fact of your being.

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An Affair to Remember

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

What had they become? Memory no longer served– Love, some cake, then what?

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History’s Greatest Hits: The Revolutionary Years

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Credit the actor playing George Washington for conveying imperturbable nobility and epic mien (his body language screaming manifest destiny) in this advertisement for a reality show that would spawn a weblike network of programs dedicated to the emblematic trinity of … Continue reading →

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The Games We Play

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

We played hide and seek as if children on the edge– I found you, and wept.

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In Our Solitude

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Poor resignation, accruing beatific quiet for the meek.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)    

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Pilgrimage

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.

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Neighborhood

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

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The Sisters

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Bearing the burden of beauty and mysterious growth the sisters kept themselves aloft and separated from a world with mostly closed doors and severely cramped imagination.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Apple

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

The apple doesn’t beg to be loved, it keeps still, appling to the utmost, as rain and sunlight seep into the gravity of its core.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)

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Typeface

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

This machine kills the seeds of fascism by establishing ritualized patterns of beauty and delicate order, its lines level the playing field with utmost mercy and precision– Hurry Now, Act Quickly, and type your heart out, and we’ll throw in … Continue reading →

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