Category Archives: photography

Beckett

Posted on November 8, 2024 by John Biscello

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 →

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Welcome to the Monkey House

Posted on October 24, 2024 by John Biscello

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.

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Red Wedding Day

Posted on October 20, 2024 by John Biscello

Hey, little sister, what is it you wish? A nice day for a red wedding A nice day to start again.

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Through a Screen Darkly

Posted on October 15, 2024 by John Biscello

(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 →

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The Bride at Jean Cocteau

Posted on September 26, 2024 by John Biscello

Our experimental chamber film, The Bride, will have its Santa Fe debut, screening at the historic Jean Cocteau Cinema.

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Women Without Men

Posted on September 5, 2024 by John Biscello

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 →

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The Old Neighborhood

Posted on September 1, 2024 by John Biscello

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.

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Blue Star trilogy

Posted on August 30, 2024 by John Biscello

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 →

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Cowpunk at the Purgatory Corral

Posted on August 30, 2024 by John Biscello

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 →

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All Prairie Dogs Go To Heaven

Posted on August 30, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from None So Distant: We recall fondly. We recollect. The good old days in which we titled windmills redolently and rode clanging dusty boxcars across the glaring horizontal spread of america. What a lay we said hitching up our … Continue reading →

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