Tag Archives: craft
Interview in taoStyle, revolving around Taos, New York, the writing life, and my new novel, Nocturne Variations. “Brooklyn, New York born and raised author, poet, playwright and spoken word performance artist, John Biscello, has called Taos home since 2001. The … Continue reading
Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art.
Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.
To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading
Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading
The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity. (Photo by Allan Arbus)
To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils. … Continue reading
To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.