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Tag Archives: Poetry
Staring at Paintings, Hungry
Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, edvard munch, Hemingway, hunger, John Biscello, kafka, knut hamsun, Literary, New York, paris, paul auster, Poetry, William saroyan
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Honeymoon, Rinse, Repeat
She crashed their sixteenth honeymoon, violet lace and camellias, ceremonial fashion for a ritual sacrifice, and reminded him—I will kill your wife however many times need be, my love, to make sure you and I remain bonded and not shackled. … Continue reading
The Source
This poem dedicated to mothers’ everywhere. Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged beacon, John Biscello, Light, Literary, love, mother's day, mothers, Poetry, the source
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Compass
Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged compass, Di Chirico, John Biscello, Literary, obsession, Poetry, shadows
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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel
Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged angel, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, mannequin, Poetry, tunnel
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Dietrich in Heaven
Spoken word track from the upcoming album Arson & Grace. Featuring Ben Wright on bass. Listen here.
Posted in Audio, Poetry
Tagged Bass, Ben Wright, Heaven, John Biscello, Literary, Marlene Dietrich, music, Poetry, Spoken Word
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Cursive
Stars, ancient cinema illuminating a silent revival in cursive.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, Cursive, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, Van Gogh
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Crossing
A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other; I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged Desire, Di Chirico, John Biscello, Literary, Masks, Mirror, Poetry
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After Party
She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged Christ, John Biscello, Lady Lazarus, Lazarus, Literary, Poetry
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Fete
At the window, creamed in pale light and amber, a gauzy feting of an interior life, as if solitude, doubly engaged, rears company from silence.
