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Category Archives: Poetry
Faust
In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading
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Tagged Cinema, cubism, deconstructive, faust, John Biscello, member, new wave, Poetry
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Spool
Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celluloid, Cinema, Edie Sedgwick, film, image, john, pop culture, recursion, warhol
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Overexposed
It is hard to see the man and woman overexposed in the milkbath of light, but allegedly this photo captures Adam and Eve right after Eden dissolved and Eve was mysteriously knocked up.
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Tagged adam, eden, eve, exposure, John Biscello, photography, pregnancy, sex
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God’s Lectern
Epic announcement forthcoming about commandments to be scratched onto stone tablets like Eden acid jazz for badland sinners in nuclear raincoats (stream: Wholly Moses the remix on Godify.)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, dunes, farmington, God, inspiration, John Biscello, moses
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Breaking Badlands
In the beginning, there were no words.
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Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, clouds, desert, farmington, inspiration, John Biscello, New Mexico, rocks, stones
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Hale
To sharpen one’s teeth against solvent pages and grated silence is the bite in the air the old poets crowed about, and the wind saliently scales, as if reverse were a condition and not Memory fasting into childhood’s hale.
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Tagged childhood, hale, ink, John Biscello, Literary, pen, Poetry, poets, soul, writing
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Yes
It is those, in writing, who quietly almost sublimely say fuck you & yes while trafficking, with fierce row, in silence whom I most admire.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged amen, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, writers, writing, yes
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Where is He?
On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading
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Tagged asteroid, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, John Biscello, Literary, little prince, Poetry, wandering
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Map
Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.
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Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, cave, dwelling, John Biscello, Light, map, Poetry
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Kindle
Anatomy of an Ab-Ex blueprint for anarchic matter, or, how the viral network of Jackson Pollock’s warlock nerves & bones masquerade as kindling for future paintings and tomes.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Abstract Expressionism, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, kindle, photo
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