Tag Archives: Cinema

Serial Cinema

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Between floating images, in the empty, elegant theater, he lingered in cinematic bardo, knowing that his next decision would initiate a a new narrative arc inspired by true events from a previous life.

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Kiss/Sing

Posted on May 26, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.

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Ceremony

Posted on May 24, 2017 by John Biscello

The nibbling of the croissant, the bandolier of pearls, the dark sunglasses matching the dark elegant dress, the stylishly coiffed hair, all of it, agreed upon, in advance, the fragile means to meeting herself, serene, supple, undisturbed, in a window … Continue reading →

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My Grandmother, My Chaplin

Posted on April 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Raking the Dust, honoring the birthdays of my grandmother (April 15th) and Charlie Chaplin (April 16th). In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother would recite St. Teresa’s Prayer or sing Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” in a warbly and … Continue reading →

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Birth of a Nocturne

Posted on April 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Completed draft of my new novel, Nocturne Variations.

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Film Treatment

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.

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Cinema

Posted on November 22, 2016 by John Biscello

When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading →

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Faust

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading →

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Spool

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.

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Dirty Dancing in the Dark

Posted on July 29, 2016 by John Biscello

   Brooklyn, the Walker Theater, 1987.    I am twelve and precariously balancing on the shoulders of Fat Brian.    Come on, you’re not getting any lighter, Fat Brian shouts.    I reach up and lock my fingers around the … Continue reading →

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