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Tag Archives: america
American Alley
“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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Tagged america, anais nin, jazz, John Biscello, poem, Prose, souls
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State of Address
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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Tagged abraham lincoln, america, blowjob, film, haircut, John Biscello, salon
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Patriot Acts, or,The Coming of Democracy
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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Tagged 4th of July, america, cunnilinguis, independence day, John Biscello, patriot acts, sex, stars and stripes
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Bone Dry
Those crisp autumn nights, alone, with miles and miles of thoughts worn to the bone. (Painting by Edward Hopper)
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Tagged america, autumn, country, edward hopper, gas station, haiku, John Biscello, nostalgia, painting, poem, solitude, thoughts
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Meaning of the Mob
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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Tagged america, Brooklyn, civil rights, dignity, human rights, John Biscello, love, mob, mob mentality, Poetry
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