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Tag Archives: poem
Thy Fearful Symmetry
Mothering its own vigil and scripture, a chorus ordained to practice the arc of symmetry. (Sculpture by Louise Bourgeois)
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Tagged art life, chorus of spiders, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, sculpture, thy fearful symmetry
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Catechism
Cautionary in her needlepoint grace, the eyeless widow kept perfectly still, tracking the scent of air to minster her survival through prey. (Sculpture by Louise Bourgeois)
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Tagged John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, sculpture, spider, spider woman, widow's way
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May I Have This Dance?
Prehistory repeats itself through the bootleg cursive and spirals of a species consigned to the fluency of waltz. (Sculpture by Lousie Bourgeois)
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Tagged crawlspace, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, prehistoric boogie woogie, sculpture, spider, waltzing through history
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Woven
There once was a spider, gothic in temperament, who swallowed a cage containing your mother’s bones and the emptiness you craved; fasting on silence, your teeth darkened and grew sharp, while your hands, subject to course, fashioned the strictest symmetry … Continue reading
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Tagged family, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, process, sculptor, spiders
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Daisy
The daisy listens to the dark pressing inward– a mute, glistening.
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Tagged daisy, dark, glisten, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem
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Refuge
The pyramids, askew and caped in starless dark, architected by a child who needed a construct into which he could invite silence to keep him absolute company until the violence stopped. (Artwork by Cy Twombly)
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Tagged Artwork, black, Cy Twombly, help, John Biscello, poem, silence, the pyramids
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The Woods
In the theater of the absurd, black widows make silky, haunted love to depressed, anorexic stalactites as the radio preys on sound to give the moonless woods its membraney tableaux of silence. (Cyanotype by Christian Marclay)
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Tagged black widow lovemaking, christian marclay, cyanotype, John Biscello, omen, poem, radio radio
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Orchid
Reverence, trust, the distance of islands pinned to space; every disquieting cut moving her closer and closer to the irremediable candor of grace. (Image: Yoko Ono)
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Tagged cutting room floor, experiment, first and last cuts, John Biscello, poem, skin, yoko ono
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For Entertainment Purposes Only
It was this sublime directive, engineered by a cooperative of amusement parks around the world, that fronted a mysterious new wave of emptiness, through which initiates annuled their ghosts to the spectacle and darkened marvels of extinction. (Photo by … Continue reading
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Tagged amusement park, anthony distefano, coney island, John Biscello, poem, somethign wicked this way comes
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Salome’s Turrets
Gardens grow ruptures and bisected shoots of tease and envy too you know. Do not place the malformed under a glass jar, do not treat fractures with tourniquets, myrrh and silence, do not judge a moth by its sister’s wings … Continue reading
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Tagged bisection, CocoRosie, garden of tease and envy, god's greengray earth, John Biscello, music, poem
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