Monthly Archives: April 2020

Virtuoso

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Virtuoso, by turns, this dazzling concert of light, golden, sounded, the pooling reserve of free jazz, ordered to measureless standards, rounding into sublime.

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Why Not?

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

A soul, timeless, at play in a field of dazzling light and changeable shapes, or, how the ordered free jazz of plotlessness keeps on turning, and turning, within the Great Mystery into which I was called to enter and praise.

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The New Romantics

Posted on April 15, 2020 by John Biscello

We need visionaries, now, more than ever. Those in tenderest thrall to the lore of zeal and trespass, this side of dreaming. We barker for the rise and call of the New Romantics who, in their shedding of scales and … Continue reading →

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A Clean, Well-Lighted Place of Sharing

Posted on April 15, 2020 by John Biscello

Poetry and art cannot be quarantined, as it moves freely though time and space, and announces its presence in cells, wind, electric waves of becoming. Here, a poem finds a public home on the window of Parse Seco, courtesy of … Continue reading →

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The Writing Life

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading →

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Thrall

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

In tenderest thrall to the near side of dreaming— Means to endlessness.

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This Side of Dreaming

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

It became abundantly clear— we needed visionaries, to marvel dumbly, in bated thrall to wonder’s wheeling gist.

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Walkabout

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Do not be afraid, the golden freight  of trespass reigns in your footsteps.    

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Thin Air

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

As the plot thickens, Mystery sires its own call, thinning to wonder.    

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The Silence

Posted on April 13, 2020 by John Biscello

My friend who lives in the woods told me there’s a silence there he’s never heard before. Said he’s lived in the woods for nearly twenty years and while he’s heard plenty of quiet, volumes and volumes of quiet, the … Continue reading →

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