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Yellow
Behind the scenes
of a persona, packed
and bundled,
the changeless weather of yellow,
a light, sounded, to enter.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged basking, humming, John Biscello, persona non, poem, radiance spreads, the weather within, Yellow
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Raising Cuckoo Awareness
To find out more about the characters, story and mission of our inspired little-Cuckoo-that-could, dig this video.
And visit the campaign page.
Cuckoo Rising
Greetings, soul-folks, and much love as we groove into the creatively charged and spiritually Roaring 20s!
I am thrilled to announce that our crowdsourcing campaign for Ballad of the Cuckoos has officially launched, beneath the gilded magic of tonight’s full moon lunar eclipse. Ballad of the Cuckoos is a short film I wrote and will be directing–a surreal torch song meets Laurel and Hardy in the Twilight Zone–and it will feature Rita O’ Connell and Clint Murphy, with Troy Paff as the film’s director of photography.
Indeed, it takes a village to raise an indie film, and in our case it will take a village of cuckoos to help us raise our baby from the ground floor to the big screen. If you want to be a part of our inspired flight and cinemagical adventure, please peruse our campaign page, and take a few moments to view our “teaser” pitch video. Throughout the campaign, we will be offering reveals, behind-the-scenes footage, interactive engagements, announcements, and more. There are a variety of perks available for backers, including books, T-shirts featuring the Cuckoo logo designed by the inimitable Izumi Yokoyama, and opportunities to put on a fedora at a rakishly tilted angle while living out your secret dream of being a “movie-maker” as you join our team as a producer or executive producer.
Also, if you cannot contribute financially, please consider spreading the word via social media, and helping our Cuckoo wing its way into as many minds and hearts as possible.
View campaign here.
With love, gratitude, and a sense of infinite play,
J.B.

Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, Cinema, cinemagical adventure, cuckoo rising, flight of the cuckoo, indie film, John Biscello, New Mexico, Taos, what dreams may come, winging it
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Phoenix
Remembered to the calling of ashes,
the lasting phoenix
gives due form to a ceremony
wakened by the leavings of wind.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ash birthday, John Biscello, mythology, phoenix, poem, wind and fire
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Calling
Beyond the slimmest margins,
a paling, a cooling,
where you can assume
the role of engaged witness
and translate intimacy
into a remembered calling, a friend
without want or ceiling.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged as above so below, intimacy's reign, John Biscello, outside the margins, poem
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Seeds
The other day
I met a monk who juggled watermelon seeds
with his tongue.
When I asked him how he did it,
he spit the seeds at me,
a staccato stream of seed-bullets
as if the monk were no monk at all
but rather a cartoon gangster, or vaudeville gunner.
I ducked.
All of the seeds flew over my head
except for one, the lone seed that clung
to the top of my shoulder.
The monk’s eyes wrinkled with silent laughter,
which soon emitted from his nostrils and mouth
as a soft hissing sound.
How do you do that, he pointed at the seed
perched on my shoulder.
I smiled and shrugged and the seed fell off.
On the way home I stopped at the grocery store and bought a watermelon.
When I got home I cut it open and made a project out of seed-removal.
Then I tried juggling seeds with my tongue, but to no avail.
Several hours later, having not made any progress with my juggling act,
I sat down and stared at the lovely sloppy wreckage of watermelon and rind,
and at, or rather into the dreamlife of seeds gathered in a small glass bowl.
I picked up one of the seeds and planted it on my shoulder.
It’s easy, I said, as if the monk were there watching and listening,
and his silence roared like the most marvelous applause.
Traveling Light
To respire, simply,
a softly submissive
carrier of pulsing rhythms
that billow and contract
and seed the breadth of the cosmos
with music undending,
this, effortless spread
and spirit of mapless wayfaring,
is the true adventure that undertakes
and claims you
as its holy mark and
fanning signature.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged across the universe, John Biscello, music unending, poem, respiratory bliss, states of being, travel guide
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A Prince’s Welcome
To remix a bit of warmed-over lightning
from the immortal good advice of one
Mr. James Brown—Now is the time
to jump back and kiss yourself,
and become best first mate
to your own extraordinary soul.
The Spiritually Roaring 20s have begun.
Pens uncapped, paintbrushes rhythmically swishing,
bodies in unison rocking the boogie-woogie,
voices raised from heaps of ash-cake
into the fresh air and newness of day—
souls are gathering
as if being conducted by the baton wizardry
of Mister Electric Boogaloo himself, Walt Whitman,
as if supple gospel notes harmonizing
in a choir comprised of Nina Simone
ten times over—
Now is the time
to heed the soul’s bright
and true and feral callings,
and to trust in the seeing-eye guides
of in-visioned sources, claims and trailers
that flash cinemagical previews ala Intuition.
How to do this?
Perhaps, you can start by jumping back
and kissing yourself,
while remembering the soft pearly wisdom
of that Little Prince who once came to visit—
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,
it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.”
Welcome to the book that is your life.
Feel free to write outide the margins, read between the lines,
and turn the pages
to see what comes next.

A Golden Piece
Because “yes” and “thank you” are the profoundest of blessings, and gratitude the golden key.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, beloved words, gratitude as the golden key, hope, John Biscello, poem, raymond carver, the heart's way
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