Tag Archives: Cinema

Girl on a Bike

Posted on August 5, 2022 by John Biscello

   I bike through the swirling dust. The dust pinches my skin. The dust is cinematic. It seems, nowadays, everything is cinematic. Novels, TV, reality, cinema … dust. We have become cinemanesthasized. We are in a trance. How long will … Continue reading →

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Sea Change

Posted on May 19, 2022 by John Biscello

Excerpt from my novel, No One Dreams in Color. 1.    I was nineteen and lost when I first saw Wendigo. That was the year everything broke apart. In the center, and in other places too.    My mother died, … Continue reading →

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Cinema Scope

Posted on May 11, 2022 by John Biscello

A catalog of my film scripts, and accompanying loglines, listed on Stage 32.

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The Last Days of Jack Kerouac, a film-poem

Posted on March 4, 2022 by John Biscello

March 12, 2022 marks the centennial birthday of Jack Kerouac. As one of my first literary crushes, and a seminal influence, I felt compelled to honor Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac and his singular contribution to the land of literature, with … Continue reading →

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The Gift

Posted on December 19, 2021 by John Biscello

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading →

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Cadenza

Posted on December 15, 2021 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.

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What Dreams May Come

Posted on December 13, 2021 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLOR: Man Vanishes Without a Trace.This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one of Andrew’s … Continue reading →

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Cinemagical

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that … Continue reading →

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Film Treatment

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Silence, within a dark empty theater, starring you on a blank screen.

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Twilight Room of One’s Own

Posted on August 19, 2020 by John Biscello

THE LAST FURIES In this lyrical and speculative mosaic novel, enter the fractured worlds of an actress, playwright, and immortal poet, whose legend and influence create an energetic web, equal parts love triangle and haunted house of mirrors. At the … Continue reading →

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