Category Archives: Prose

Choir

Posted on November 26, 2020 by John Biscello

“… even in the darkest times we have a right to expect some illumination . . . This may well come less from theories and concepts than from the uncertain, flickering, and often weak light that some men and women, … Continue reading →

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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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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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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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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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Dollhouse

Posted on November 20, 2020 by John Biscello

 “The lamp in the window is the house’s eye and, in the kingdom of the imagination, it is never lighted out-of-doors, but is enclosed light, which can only filter to the outside.”–Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space The young girl … Continue reading →

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Vouchsafe

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Once it had been the other way around: one summer, while daydreaming a winter story, he had reached into the tall grass  for a snowball, wanting to throw it playfully at the cat.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a … Continue reading →

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Morning Ritual

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“I’d woken up early, and took a long time getting ready to exist.”– Fernando Pessoa In the early morning, a yawn brought tears to his eyes, and then the agonizing consideration of his metaphysical wardrobe, and how he should appear … Continue reading →

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