Tag Archives: america

Bluegrass

Posted on May 13, 2023 by John Biscello

Music plays a significant role in both the construction and tone of None So Distant, with one of the sections, titled Jukebox, functioning as a mythical and conceptual music catalog. Below is one of the “songs” from Jukebox. BLUEGRASSOffbeat lonesome … Continue reading →

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Tramps

Posted on November 26, 2022 by John Biscello
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Lore and Order

Posted on November 25, 2022 by John Biscello
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Found Lost

Posted on November 15, 2022 by John Biscello

We recall fondly. We recollect. The good old days in which we titled windmills redolently and rode clanging dusty boxcars across the glaring horizontal spread of america. What a lay we said hitching up our pants sticking our peckers into … Continue reading →

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American Alley

Posted on November 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“What absurdity.  There is not one novel of America.  There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products.  But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading →

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State of Address

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading →

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Patriot Acts, or,The Coming of Democracy

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

She was a liberal, except when she went down on me, or I on her, and everything was politics-free and equal between united fronts and sexes.

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Bone Dry

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Those crisp autumn nights, alone, with miles and miles of thoughts worn to the bone.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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Meaning of the Mob

Posted on February 1, 2017 by John Biscello

The Meaning of the Mob.  I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of physics— or the clotted swarm wallforming brick by brick, a mosaic pattern.      Pick a number, any number, it’s a given. A given what, … Continue reading →

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