Tag Archives: eternity

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Posted on November 30, 2025 by John Biscello

To no longer have memory is to exist in a state of vulnerable grace. It is the tenuous grace of having to function in the immediate present, the source of our greatest agitation, without referential orientation to archived past or … Continue reading →

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Last Picture Show

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

   Does time-resin sting our eyes? Does desolation call forth our most solitary angels? Our loneliest most homesick angels? Desolation allows to become a vagrant, rooted in blessed nobody, divergently attuned to an original script. The wind writes in the … Continue reading →

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Sepia

Posted on October 12, 2025 by John Biscello

Nostalgia is a death-trap, eating its own tail and leading nowhere. Nostalgia copulates with ghosts in dusty storage rooms and snakelike corridors. Now and again and again now never is nostalgia’s recipe and calling card. Nostalgia is the last picture … Continue reading →

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Return to Sender

Posted on January 8, 2024 by John Biscello

Write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you who imagined you as the sort of person who would one day write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you. In advance preparation for what you might one day say to yourself, the envelope … Continue reading →

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Eternal Return

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Ask yourself where you want to spend eternity. Consider eternity as noun and as a verb. Go into a bare room, a void sanctum of intimate dimensions, and sit with yourself, allowing eternity to feather outward as a flood. Notice … Continue reading →

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Umbrella

Posted on October 5, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems Eternity found in grains of sand, scoured by sea– Pairing, without qualms.

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Time after Time

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

When and where time goes unrecognized there is a beautiful purposeless freeze, the swiftness of eternity so swift there is no race at all, no motion, just music, which is why shakespeare urged one and all to play on, why … Continue reading →

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Hymnal

Posted on October 6, 2022 by John Biscello

On a molecular level, we are fucked. Perpetually, repeatedly, renewably. Fucked. The world is an unceasing orgy, everything touches everything, nonstop fondling and hymnal friction between pulsing meshes. Your very breath is a shore leave sailor and kissing cousin, a … Continue reading →

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Not in So Many Words

Posted on October 6, 2022 by John Biscello

On a molecular level, we are fucked. Perpetually, repeatedly, renewably. Fucked. The world is an unceasing orgy. Everything touches everything, nonstop fondling and incestuous friction between particles, the pulsing frisson of meshes. We are nets that hold nothing and touch … Continue reading →

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Born Blues

Posted on September 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am the foster child of rampant insular lyricism. In it I was raised wild and came meekly to regard the moon as a shotgun blast from the mouth of eternity. I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid, blood … Continue reading →

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