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Tag Archives: stones
Grayscale
For millennia, a cross that stones bear nobly– mute throughout the din. (Installation by Yoko Ono)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, installation, John Biscello, on the rocks, poem, stones, yoko ono
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Stones
A poem inspired by Yoko Ono’s “Cleaning Piece.” At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones … Continue reading
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Tagged carnivalesque, healing, John Biscello, perspective shift, poem, stones, yoko ono
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Stones, Passing
At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones to form a sort of pyramid at her … Continue reading
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Tagged carnival, dreamlike, dust to dust, John Biscello, mystery girl, mysticism, open wide, poem, stone-honoring, stones, woman
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Symmetry
It is the filigreed static, and effluvient roar of the water nymphs choral concert, which numinously orders the light and stones to conspire, and function as delegates of symmetry.
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Tagged filigree, flow, John Biscello, Light, music, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, rio grande, river, roar, stones, symmetry, water nymphs
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Kissing
She told me, and I quote: “As a pagan-gnostic-pop-mystic, my religion is kissing– the ground, stones, twigs, children’s nubby fingers, hems of clothing, mouths.” To prove her word devout, she kissed me on the lips, then deeper, and I received … Continue reading
Altar
At the blank altar, a woman swallowed hard truths– no stone left unturned.
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Tagged altar, art installation, Artwork, cleaning piece, exhibit, haiku, John Biscello, museum, poem, Poetry, stones, woman, yoko ono
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Gathering
Fantail of spraylight, touching upon gray matter– stones gather to pray.
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Tagged art installation, Artwork, ceremony, cleaning piece, haiku, John Biscello, Light, Morning Beams and Cleaning Piece Riverbed, poem, Poetry, prayer, stones, yoko ono
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Cleaning Piece
The heavy lifting of prayers unturned to first light– to each stone, a hand.
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Tagged cleaning piece, exhibit, haiku, John Biscello, MOMA, poem, Poetry, stones, yoko ono
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Breaking Badlands
In the beginning, there were no words.
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Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, clouds, desert, farmington, inspiration, John Biscello, New Mexico, rocks, stones
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stones, passing
At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones to form a sort of pyramid at her … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged carnival, cleaning piece, John Biscello, Literary, morning beams, Poetry, prayer, ritual, stones, yoko ono
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