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Tag Archives: film
Cabinet
A white room. Like burnished ivory, like karmic burden. Cut to a close-up on the back of a shaved head and neck. Several scars are visible on the back of the head. Cut to a medium distance shot, in which … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged film, John Biscello, karmic burden, script, trauma, white death
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State of Address
A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged abraham lincoln, america, blowjob, film, haircut, John Biscello, salon
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All the Young Joans
Afternoon in a park. Wide shot of charred patches of grass. Cut to a hand, in a fingerless glove, reaching down to touch the grass. Cut to teenage girl, JOAN #1, kneeling, her fingers moving through the grass. Her friend, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged film, girls, joan of arc-angels, John Biscello, script, suicide sunday
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Street Song
Screen black. Sounds of traffic. Fade in to city street at night. Cut to traffic lamp turning green to red. Cut to other shots of the city at night. Cut to a MERMAID, lying in the middle of a street … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged city, film, John Biscello, loss, love song, mermaid, script
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Arson
Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, film, fire, golden age, haiku, John Biscello, legend, louise brooks, poem, silent film, siren, star
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Haunt
Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Edie Sedgwick, film, glamour, haiku, It Girl, John Biscello, photo, poem, star, The Factory, warhol
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Draft
There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged avant-garde, Cinema, dream, experimental, film, furls, John Biscello, Maya Deren, Mirror, poem, Poetry
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Stripped
Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged celluloid, Edie Sedgwick, film, haiku, Heaven, image, John Biscello, movie, poem, Poetry, strip, The Factory
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Meshes
Liquid net of glass, meshes court supplest longing– Dreams brace thinnest air.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged avant-garde, experimental cinema, film, haiku, John Biscello, longing, Maya Deren, meshes of the afternoon, poem, Poetry, woman
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Mae West
No bodice to bind heaving glow and talon’s wit– she lit up the screen.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged actress, Cinema, comedian, film, haiku, John Biscello, mae west, movies, poem, Poetry, sex symbol
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