Words, Silence, Music

“Therefore, speak, speak at any price, say no matter what, since all words have equal value and all say the same thing, all repeat tirelessly the same call for help.” — Samuel Beckett

If we are to take Mister Beckett at his word, then ours is the language of smoke signals and morse code, ciphers of broken glass from which we architect sentences, personas, cities, worldviews that are both fragile and elaborate.

And what of silence, then? Sometimes golden, sometimes malignant–silence is the fox in the garden, the hours that slip away unnoticed. Silence is the music of the stars.

Listen. And speak when moved to speak–whatever words, whatever sounds–because this unrelenting call for help, when enlarged beyond the confines of self, are also the flagrant embers of a cosmic torch song, or the notes in the score of a film with music unending.

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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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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