Cinema

Posted on June 27, 2024 by John Biscello

If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, opaque, morphing.

None of us ever leave behind the darkened theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight and homey with reels of flickering filmstrips to keep us warm hazy company. We remain here, happy slaves and obedient imps to the dance between light and shadow. We don’t care what films are pimped out to us. Every genre becomes our appetite.

Cinemanesthasized. That is us, what we have become. A bewitching trance in which we fondle and romance our tethered wrecks and deepest secret selves.

Note: It is no coincidence that tomb and womb are so close to one another, phonetic cousins kissing in the dark.  

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How Tomorrow Moves

Posted on June 25, 2024 by John Biscello

Or, Brooklyn Boys Shit-Talkin on Street-Corners Back in the Day.

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Monkeys and Barrels

Posted on June 23, 2024 by John Biscello

Kinked reflections on the writing life, New York states of mind, Babe Ruth’s prodigious appetite, Einsteinian time-blips, desert blues, and the Aqua Net generation.

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Debut Screening

Posted on June 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Some snaps from the world premiere screening of our short film The Bride.

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Beyond the Veil

Posted on May 21, 2024 by John Biscello

From isolated fragments to alchemizing makeover, see THE BRIDE’S metamorphic journey on the big screen at the TCA: one night only, Thursday, May 30th @ 6pm.

Film screening will be preceded by a live musical performance by singer and multi-instrumentalist, Diatom Deli.

Advance tix can be ordered at tcataos.org

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The Bride film screening

Posted on April 23, 2024 by John Biscello

Coming to the Taos Center for the Arts this May.

Prior to the debut screening of the film, there will be a live musical performance by vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Diatom Deli, whose songs are featured in the film.

THE BRIDE
In the shadowy, cryptic and solitary world of The Bride, a woman, garbed in a wedding dress and veil, directly engages the mirror and its ghostly witnesses, as she confronts internal pressures— rooted in family, self-image and societal expectations—while undergoing a stark and dramatic metamorphosis.

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The Bride

Posted on April 19, 2024 by John Biscello

We are excited to announce that our short film THE BRIDE will have its debut screening next month.

The twin-bill evening will begin with a live musical performance by Diatom Deli , a vocalist and multi-instrumentalist from Nashville, whose songs are featured in the film.

ABOUT
What began as an exploratory conversation between Egypt-based writer, poet and cinefile, Jaylan Salman, and John Biscello, revolving around a story concept Salman envisioned being made into a film, quickly morphed into a cinematic labor of love shot and produced in Taos. From the compelling and claustrophobic “solo” performance of Izumi Yokoyama, to the cinematographic savvy and expertise of Troy Paff, to the haunting and sublime soundscapes of New York composer, Anthong Distefano, THE BRIDE fuses a harmonious blend of talents and aptitudes in realizing its gothic subversion.

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Here Today…

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

People who vanish,

where exactly do they go?

Thin air holds secrets.

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Notes in Passing

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

The old man in the blue hat, short-sleeve white shirt, gray pants, blue sneakers, seated on a canvas folding chair staked on a plot of grass, the old man’s elected vantage point from which to enjoy his beer and watch the parade. His attention is snared by the old woman, passing down the street on his right. She is enabled by a walker. The old man tightens his grip on his cane. He wonders if one day he’ll have to trade in his simple cane for slightly more complicated machinery, such as the lady’s walker. The old man sips his beer, unaware that the old lady has now passed him, disappearing around a corner.  

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Transit

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

No words to describe

this passing sense, here now gone—

Dreaming in real-time.  

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