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Category Archives: Cinema
Rainy Night
Something in me couldn’t bear the prospect of sitting next to Anya on the train, of us talking. I didn’t want there to be any words between us. Ours had become a ghost story and I wanted silence to fulfill … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged anthony distefano, Brooklyn, CSF Publishing, first love, ghost story, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, rainy night
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Straight Outta Brooklyn
Short video trailer, shot in Brooklyn, promoting the upcoming release of my fourth novel. NO MAN’S BROOKLYN From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and healing. Daniel Trovato, having left his … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged Brooklyn, CSF Publishing, no man's brooklyn, no sleep till brooklyn, novel, Prose, Publication, video trailer
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Rio Grande Serenade
Got to contribute, as a writer, to this wonderful, New Mexico-based film project, honoring and celebrating the Rio Grande River. Rio Grande Serenade is being released as a docu-series, with the first episode focused on “River Guides.” Produced by Taos-UNM … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Video
Tagged documentary, film, New Mexico, rio grande river, rio grande serenade, river, river runs through it, Taos, unm-taos
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State of Address
A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Prose
Tagged abraham lincoln remixed, film, John Biscello, script, state of affairs
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Pedestrian in a Far Off Land
“Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.” – Federico Fellini It was a rainy day. The weather prophets called for a storm and boy were they … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry, Prose
Tagged federico fellini, fool, John Biscello, poem, world of pure imagination
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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 … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry
Tagged cosmos, John Biscello, Poetry, samuel beckett, silence, voices, words
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The Last Days of Jack Kerouac, a film-poem
1. Setting: A waterfront saloon. The wooden floor thatched in dull golden sawdust plus the acrid scent of piss wafting in from the urinal. 2. Cut to: A broad-shouldered man slumped on his barstool. The camera notices that the legs … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry
Tagged beat generation, cinema of the mind, film-poem, jack kerouac, John Biscello, movie-mind, ode, poem
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Devotional
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged John Biscello, josef sudek, Last roses, photography, Poetry, prague, window
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Where To?
As the steps narrowed toward a terrible totemic infinity she realized that foreboding hailed from a gothic lineage backlit by a fathomless source. #65 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, gothic, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Testament
Kettled by mass and slow-building infinity, solitude begs nothing of stone and receives a woman through to which to flesh out its lone, fretted hymn and testament. #64 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, stone, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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