Category Archives: Cinema

Lulu in Hollywood

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

By cyclical turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.

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Shutter

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Cadenza

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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Silent Night

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

Start with the glacial base, the hunk of unforgiving crystal on which the tree is mounted, then trace the filigreed limbs of the tree, its shadow a twin belonging to the woman modeling Winter as a softly fringed species of … Continue reading →

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Luminaries

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

She came to know himthrough the brushwork of fingers–Light, the common touch.

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Triptych for Edie Sedgwick

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

I.Too many small hourspimped out to wraiths on parade–Heart, in real time, breaks.  II.Make me an offer,they shoot pretty girls, don’t they?Leave haunting to me.  III.Baby, forget the petals,we’ll feed you thorns,you’ll be like Jesus Christin black tights,a superstar in dark eye … Continue reading →

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Candy

Posted on December 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No One Dreams in Color:   Childhood.  Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and the hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time, I am unaware of its presence, but … Continue reading →

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What Dreams May Come

Posted on December 13, 2021 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLOR: Man Vanishes Without a Trace.This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one of Andrew’s … Continue reading →

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Psychic Noir

Posted on December 6, 2021 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLOR: Man Vanishes Without a Trace. This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one … Continue reading →

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Recursively Yours

Posted on June 27, 2021 by John Biscello

Anya, a ghost from my past life who had been more alive in my heart than perhaps anyone else.Anya, who in varied incarnations I had loved and killed off in many different ways in different stories. Yet I always resurrected … Continue reading →

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