Catalog

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I have begun to name and catalog the different types of dark.
It helps.
Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark,
Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark,
and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head
and behind your eyes and in your lungs and constricts your breathing;
curse-dark, which casts a heavy prolonged spell, a pall;
there is also lonely. Naming it doesn’t help, not in the same way.
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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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7 Responses to Catalog

  1. robertcday says:

    You have a fascination for dark?

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    • Yes, but I specifically have a fascination with the relationship between light and shadow.

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      • robertcday says:

        That’s interesting. Have you been diagnosed?

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      • As a storyteller, seeker, and existentialist, yes πŸ™‚

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      • robertcday says:

        I’m almost sure that I saw a flash of humour there. πŸ™‚
        Storyteller I can identify with.
        Seeker too, to some extent (man hunt food … man find the border between light and darkness),
        Existentialist? Na-ah! Find that whole scene to be too dark and depressing. How many times does one need to watch the watcher watching the watcher (watching the watcher of the watcher of the watcher) before realising that it’s the watched that’s at the living end of the operation?
        How’s your day going, John? πŸ™‚

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      • Flash of humor, was indeed winking, my friend. Fool-child-clown spirit is where it’s at for me. As for my day, I feel like I’m being watched by some visually impaired watchmen and watchwomen who may or may not be in the crosshairs of someone else’s watching. But I jest, existentially πŸ™‚ Life is a beautiful affair. My day is good.

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      • robertcday says:

        Hahaha – humour suits you. πŸ™‚
        End of the working day here – life can only get better.

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