Category Archives: Cinema

Torch Song

Posted on December 13, 2022 by John Biscello

From the series, “Interior Lighting for Lost Cinema”

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Triptych (for Edie Sedgwick)

Posted on December 11, 2022 by John Biscello
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Sub-Versive

Posted on December 9, 2022 by John Biscello

Street beat shots from the “Sub-Versive” photo series w/ Michael Falasco.

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Middle School

Posted on December 9, 2022 by John Biscello
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Smoke and Mirrors

Posted on December 5, 2022 by John Biscello
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Making Waves

Posted on December 5, 2022 by John Biscello
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The Last Days of Jack Kerouac

Posted on November 28, 2022 by John Biscello

Cine-poetic audio homage to Jack Kerouac.

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Interior Lighting for Lost Cinema

Posted on November 28, 2022 by John Biscello

Audio playlist featuring a collection of poems inspired by Cindy Sherman’s “Untitled Film Stills.”

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Nocturne

Posted on November 15, 2022 by John Biscello

In not so many words I found my wanting voice warming and calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I … Continue reading →

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Labyrinth

Posted on November 13, 2022 by John Biscello

You say no more words because it is something to say, a way to get started on using more words to constellate yourself, to orient your innate trembling. Mapless, we wander. To wander, mapless and wordless, what would that be … Continue reading →

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