Category Archives: Poetry

Archetypally Yours

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“I felt right at home in this mythical realm made up not with individuals so much as archetypes, vividly drawn archetypes of humanity, metaphysical in shape, each rugged soul filled with natural knowing and inner wisdom. Each demanding a degree … Continue reading →

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One Moment

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“In waking life, when all is well and cares fall away, when the intellect is silenced and we slip into reverie, do we not surrender blissfully to the eternal flux, float ecstatically on the still current of life? We have … Continue reading →

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Cinemagical

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that … Continue reading →

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Before the Big Bang Makes A Sound

Posted on November 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Listen closely. You will hear the rhythmical jazz of a leaky faucet. The creaking floorboards in the attic of memory. The sound of a heart crunching beneath the weight of a life, and then again, that heart’s resilient rising announced … Continue reading →

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Firewalk

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

 “What an abyss of uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself, when it, the seeker, is at the same time the dark region through which it must go seeking.” – Marcel Proust Here then, tired wanderer, lay down your … Continue reading →

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Odysseus and You

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

“This transformation is what all artists seek: to become like mythic heroes—Prometheus, Achilles, Odysseus, Aclestis, Athena—so that we mortals can see our fates reflected in their journeys as we do in the journeys described in ancient myths.” – Erica Jong … Continue reading →

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Pedestrian in a Far Off Land

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

“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 →

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The Never-Ending Story

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

We are, rest assured, eternity localized. You being the metaphor and axis upon which a real life is imagined and inspired by a dream story.

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Choir

Posted on November 20, 2020 by John Biscello

“Myths, so to say, are public dreams; dreams are private myths.” – Joseph Campbell The correspondence between public and private alternated choirs.

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Practice Run

Posted on November 20, 2020 by John Biscello

To get ready, daily, for the stories inside, the voices, yet never losing sight of the fact that they are phantoms skating on waves, and to hold on would be like trying to clutch and contain sea-spray between your fingers– … Continue reading →

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