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Scenes from a Marriage
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Tagged Bergman in Heaven, Director's Cut, fresh miracles, it's a kind of cinemagic, John Biscello, poem, scene work
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Nocturne’s Day in the Sun
My third novel, Nocturne Variations, has officially released and is now available through Amazon and other outlets. For those who read the book, reviews posted on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and other sites are always deeply appreciated and help “the literary engine that could.”
“Nocturne Variations includes an arrangement of features that one might consider too ambitious. On the contrary, these pieces intermingle with the narrative quite naturally. Poems; diary entries; newspaper excerpts; interviews; notable quotes; and notes on cinema all operate as single vehicles with a shared destination. This composite not only makes odd sense, but it excites.
Biscello’s command of dialogue interested me because of the unusual structure, and I’d quickly decided that standard formation would have only disrupted the story’s distinctive movement. This novel is proof that he is one of the great visionary authors of today. He impresses with his employment of unconventional construction, multiple points of view, and cinematic scene direction without sacrificing a single thread of the human element.
Simply put, this novel is bold in design and syntax. As an author, ravenous reader, cinephile, and lover of art, I challenge anyone to argue that John Biscello’s Nocturne Variations does not qualify as both avant-garde literature and multimedia artwork.”
Kindra M. Austin, Riot Material
Posted in Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged as the world Nocturnes, book, happy birthday!, John Biscello, Neverland 5.0, Publication, shadowplay, unsolicited press
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Request
When I splinter,
and I know I will,
blow gently upon the shavings
and dust, and perhaps,
if you are compelled,
trace a line or two,
an abstract doodle,
into the finite grains of my asymmetry,
and in honoring your broken,
I will do the same for you.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art projects for lovers, breaking into the light, honoring ritual, John Biscello, love is real, poem
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The Wonder Years
There is no cure,
no failsafe remedy
that can be bought and sold,
bargained or commissioned, from without–
You must become first
best mate to your own soul,
and you,
like the voyage,
may find a course
aligned to the irresistible tow
of wonder.
Hello, Goodbye
The day she traded
her worn cross for a feather
the air kissed the light.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, airing out one's burden, John Biscello, Light, poem, proof of love, the unbearable lightness of grieving
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What We Talk About When We Talk About Fire
By carnal
I mean
tearing pulpy flesh
from the moon
dipping it in kersosene
then the match
the fire
between your legs
as the sound of sirens
thrill and enlighten us
to the possibilites that
A) We will be saved
or
B) The house will burn down
and reform us into fornicating ghosts–
When you say carnal
what do you mean?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged burn baby burn, how lovers grow flammable, John Biscello, labor of love's arson, poem
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Satyr’s Dreamlife
Even with ten thousand
electric tongues
I could not have reached that one spot,
that pinking chamber
and embedded source of ache
which reminded me
time and again
of my own intimate relationship
to distance,
and how I’d binge on empty space
like a Zen cannibal
with a bloodlust for the sate
and sweet tease of nothing,
how I’d enter you,
to find me, alone,
dreaming of the deepest
most impossible pinks
by which to merge
immeasurably.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, pink pong, pinking alone, pinking for two, poem in pink, the new pink panther
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Marvel Universe
There is a level of insistence,
a shivering drumbeat, that comes with
being who you are, exactly, upon this earth,
fractures and all.
It is the very bones
of existential jazz, its jonesing and felicity,
and the greatest most supple genius lies
in learning to play yourself out,
seeding the art of who you are,
and how you course, into thin air,
practing the scales of a molecular siege
that will always remain an unfinished
marvel in progress.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged ain't that jazz, drumming for love, John Biscello, poem, Stan Lee Did It His Way, we the marvelous beings
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