Tag Archives: black and white

Judy Garland

Posted on August 11, 2022 by John Biscello

You’ve got to make up your mind, he said. Do you want to fuck Judy Garland or be Judy Garland? It seemed my entire life would be determined by how I responded. I could tell, by the gravelly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged black and white, childhood, color, dorothy, fragment, judy garland, oz, Prose | Leave a comment

Legacy

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

After watching the bruised legacy of her childhood pass her by out of the corner of her eye, she had developed an astigmatism which, in effect, bred her glaring suspicion of distance, and violent need of its diffuse edges. … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, cindy sherman, hybrid, photography, Poetry, untitled film poems, untitled film still | Leave a comment

On Spec

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and yields. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged angel time, black and white, cindy sherman, girl in the pictures, haiku, John Biscello, poem, untitled film still | Leave a comment

Cadenza

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, John Biscello, louise brooks, poem, silent film, siren, venus | Leave a comment

Distance

Posted on March 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Fringing the stark shadow of a lucid twig, two fallen leaves court from the distance of metaphor.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, John Biscello, leaves, metaphor, nature, photo, poem, Poetry, shadow, sidewalk, twig | Leave a comment

Plaything

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, dream, epitaph, Heaven, John Biscello, love, photo, plaything, Poetry, rumor, spirit, surreal | Leave a comment

Many Ghosts

Posted on November 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, dreams, fiction, ghosts, haunt, haunting, I, John Biscello, love, passion, Prose, reality, storytelling, surreal, unreality | Leave a comment

Tub

Posted on August 25, 2017 by John Biscello

A dream-life, deferred, porcelain tub, no razors– still waters run deep.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bathtub, black and white, charlie chaplin, dream, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, silent film, tub | Leave a comment

Flight Pattern

Posted on May 25, 2017 by John Biscello

He has peopled the world outside his window with decoys and delegates. They go where he cannot, they climb and scrabble and perch where he can only watch. The cage, you see, is more than just a symbolic prop. He … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, boy, flight, John Biscello, Literary, loneliness, photo, solitude, window | Leave a comment

Double Exposure

Posted on March 5, 2017 by John Biscello

I. There is strange music in her head, a choir’s brew. You cannot see it but, in the bask of a sunchecked idle, she drifts beyond ordinary logic to dream of water like melted locks, like aquamarine flowers silk to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged anne sexton, beach, black and white, cleopatra, jackie o., John Biscello, photo, Poetry, poets | Leave a comment