Tag Archives: time

Every Always

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

So, to example: There was a tramp both in and out of time, an iconic tramp who is now and always, he is not old never old, not new never new, he is ever and now and always this tramp … Continue reading →

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Time after Time

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

When and where time goes unrecognized there is a beautiful purposeless freeze, the swiftness of eternity so swift there is no race at all, no motion, just music, which is why shakespeare urged one and all to play on, why … Continue reading →

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Time Enough At Last

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Time, the sound of time racing through our ears, slipping past us, children’s bicycles the sound of brrrrrringgg brrrrrringggg, bells on bicycles brrrrrringgging, and the children become more or less old then more or less dead and we hold funerals … Continue reading →

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Giantess

Posted on June 1, 2022 by John Biscello

Between bewildered, and the wildest seasons of time and longing, she derived dreamily the spatial pulse of God’s somnolent core.

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In Search of Lost Time

Posted on November 28, 2021 by John Biscello

One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do.    Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is trying to … Continue reading →

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Smoke

Posted on October 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Mortal ponderance– Where did the time go this time? Smoke favors silence. Photo by Josef Sudek

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Timeshare

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading →

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Gauge

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.

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Gash

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Nostalgia, backlit by a warm, gashing flare, scoring Time’s passage.

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Bridge

Posted on March 20, 2018 by John Biscello

Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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