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Category Archives: photography
Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Duras crowed about nothing. And nothingness. Lyrics like so much silky water threaded in the raptures of an eddy. Whirling, heady, intoxicating, a dizzying effect that spoke sheerest volumes about the secret history of love. Love for M.D. was … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged fiction, homage, marguerite duras, portrait, writing
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Beckett
Samuel Beckett plunged his head so far up his ass, daylight became a dream and conundrum. He saw the world through shit-filtered glasses, the bluest of roses manure-caked, anal cavity functioning as the base of inspiration, as the grimy pulpit … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged homage, plays, portrait, Prose, samuel beckett, tribute, writing
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Welcome to the Monkey House
A man rattling the bars inside his cage that is the monkey house of writing and publishing, or, the holy seethe sounded in diminished chords and vinegar.
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged New York, publishing, Spoken Word, story, tale, voice, words, writing life, writing the good write
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Red Wedding Day
Hey, little sister, what is it you wish? A nice day for a red wedding A nice day to start again.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Theater, Video
Tagged avant garde, Cinema, experimental, gothic, haunted, horror, indiefilm, lady in red, santa fe debut, screening, solo wedding, speculative
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Through a Screen Darkly
(A review of Lisa 2, v1.0, by Nicholas Rombes) It begins in an irremediable present-tense, a limbo of cirrus and gray, in which the voice of a man, functioning out of narrative necessity, becomes spectral detective to the story of … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged black mirror, book review, Books, calamari archive, disintegration, family, fiction, haunted tale, indie lit, kafkaesque, lisa 2, music, nicholas rombes, nightmare, novel, perception, tech nightmare, thriller
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The Bride at Jean Cocteau
Our experimental chamber film, The Bride, will have its Santa Fe debut, screening at the historic Jean Cocteau Cinema.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged chamber film, Cinema, experimental, gothic, grassroots, haunting, indie film, jean cocteau cinema, movie, moviemaking in new mexico, Poetry, Santa Fe, screenplay
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Women Without Men
They grew breasts beyond compare. They grew breasts because they had to. Flat-chested, they weren’t considered manly enough. Grow some breasts, the administrative contingent would say. Grow some breasts and then maybe you can join us on the battlefield. A … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged battle lines, breasts, implants, makeover, men and women, new age, nipples, Poetry, Prose, satire, war, war of the sexes
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The Old Neighborhood
Recorded version of my piece, “Fruit,” which was a 2023 Non-Fiction Prize Finalist in Brooklyn Film & Arts essay competition. The story revolves around shame, powerlessness, addiction, and survival techniques during days of Brooklyn youth.
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, brooklyn film and arts, family, film, italian american, mean streets, New York, Prose, shame, storytelling, Video, voice, witness
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Blue Star trilogy
After completing my most recent novel, Worlds Last Imagined, it, along with two other novels–No One Dreams in Color and None So Distant–comprise what I’m calling my Blue Star trilogy (2020-2024). The blue star reference pertains, at least in its … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged blue star, Books, cosmos, dreams, film, lyrics to go, music, novel, Poetry, Prose, road trips, trilogy
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Cowpunk at the Purgatory Corral
Excerpt from my novel, None So Distant: We are out here on all fours panting in the sun the bleary merciless maraschino sun burning us. It has been a long while one of those spells that feels foreverish out here … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged badlands, burning, cowpunk, excerpt, high desert, into the mystic, music, novel, photo, Poetry, Prose, purgatory, words
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John Biscello 