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Monthly Archives: May 2016
Brooklyn Spleen
We didn’t talk about it, but we knew we’d never amount to anything, no matter what we did. No matter how celebrated the accomplishment, no matter how big the lie and the audience buying it, nothing could ever … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, John Biscello, Literary, Spleen, street corner, urban
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Van Gogh, Wheat Field
It is what you might call omen-brushed yellow, a virulent scare, its quotient graded just below dark, and subtly so. A sky raining crows, like a scandal of mustaches, or handlebar dissent. Yellow crosses daring a blight, or braving a … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged field, impressionism, John Biscello, Literary, omen, Poetry, Van Gogh, wheat, Yellow
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Banana: Love, Andy
A religious protuberance, a monkey’s Marxist gag. To be eaten, to be peddled, to be inserted or diagnosed, a digestible comic device, precursor to aerial pies and throwaway wives. Banana. As a word, it teases and amuses, does not take … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged androgyny, andy warhol, banana, John Biscello, Literary, Marxism, peel, Poetry, pop art, velvet underground
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Hamlet Responding to Ophelia’s Proposal, a Haiku Film
(Hamlet, played by Christopher Walken Ophelia, played by Natalie Wood Setting, a boat) To be or not to be together forever!? I feel like a swim. You? BLACKOUT
Posted in Poetry
Tagged chrisopher walken, hamlet, John Biscello, Literary, love, natalie wood, Ophelia, Poetry, shakespeare, tragedy
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Flicker
(In response to Josef Sudek’s “Morning Viaducts”) Can you hear, the cobbled morning streets gathering in thick coarse hands the staccato clang of hooves and thin gray voices arising from the ghosts of people caught in a sudden sonata? Can … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fog, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, mist, Poetry, prague, viaduct
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Red Herrings, Chinese Whispers
Excerpt from my new novel Raking the Dust: Over the next couple of hours we compressed our lives into annotated and selective biographies that we laid on the table, right next to our drinks. That’s how D.J. came to … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Anne Stavely, Baton Rouge, Brooklyn, Erotica, John Biscello, Literary, Nikesha Breeze, novel, Raking the Dust, Surrealism, Taos
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Girl in Yellow Raincoat, and Dog
The rain, like gospel acid, dissolves and revives in equal measures. Parts of girl and dog, melted, weeping off the shallow cliff of curbside. The girl’s features have been washed away by the storm, yet the embryonic portrait of her … Continue reading
O’ Keefe, Yellow Flower
The sex of yellow, its pealed strife and resin. Or how a specter, a sensual crumple and crepe, butter-tongued, makes time with a pair of honeyed tonsils, coercing a holler, a yodel, aria raging blonde over brood, the Belle’s Seduction, … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, flower, Georgia O' Keefe, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, sensual, sex, Yellow, yellow flower
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Husk
The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.
Craft
A chipped blue vase, void of flowers, holding so much perfect air, how we, abiding a course of reform, charge particles with intent to respire, craft bred by labor’s lighted resolve.
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Tagged craft, flowers, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry
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