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Tag Archives: vision
American Poem
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged anne sexton, ginsberg, lyrics to go, Poetry, Spoken Word, verses from the abstract, vision, visionary, voice, voices rising, whitman and company, word to the mother, Word Up, wordpray
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Scraps
Each one of us are curating our own reality, our own collections. Philosophy is a crooked thumb trying to hitch a lift to the stars. I listen to the wind sing, but can’t understand the words. The No Trespassing sign … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged contemplation, dreams, fiction, fragments, language, music, philosophy, Poetry, reveries, self expression, solitude, story, vision, voice, wonder, words
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Because the Night
Half-punk-scarecrow, half-mystic-urchin, Patti Smith seems to exist on the yellowed edges of saudade: the time-carved café table, the books she carried with her on her trips (as trusted and beloved companions), the way she packs light like The Fool, her … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged artist, because the night, fragment, imagination, music, patti smith, Poetry, Prose, romantic, vision, visionary, writer
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Because the Night
In lyrical, abetted praise of Patti Smith, white witch torchbearer of punk mettle and lightning bones— She, wildly grown and gutter-starred, remains in love and swelling thrall to the Romantic timbre and clash of Rimbaud’s unrelenting wake, or Plath’s penning … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged music, patti smith, photo, poem, Poetry, praise, rimbaud, robert mappelthorpe, rock and roll, Stars, Sylvia Plath, thank you, vision
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Seal
Visionaries elope with themselves. Time-lapses of a shotgun wedding in a placeless tent ministered by the migrating wind and its sideshow cabal of voices— In the company of echoes, you kneel, and grow favorably intimate with unheard of distances closing … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged kiss, poem, Poetry, sacrament, verses from the abstract, vision, voices, wedding
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Gilead After Dark
Time dreamed, and I was there. The persistently nagging sense of simultaneously being there and not being there. A fusion and mediation of allegedly separate entities, such as timelines, distances (intimacy, you see, belong to the immeasurable). The mantling of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged balm in gilead, children, echoes, excerpt, musing, myth, novel in progress, out of the dark, sketch, story, vision, voices, wonder
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Semen
Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, one that no longer exists. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of flowing semen represents the Great Flood. Semen … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged adolescence, america, circuses, flow, godzilla, Poetry, Prose, vision, words, worlds within
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Titanic
If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bonding, consciousness, love, ocean, passengers, poem, pose, Prose, titanic, vision, worlds at large, worlds within
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Bullet Proof
Take every American bullet from every American gun and make necklaces that are shipped overseas to random people sharing the common denominator that all their names begin and end with a letter. Inside these boxes will be a uniform note, … Continue reading
John Biscello 