Tag Archives: film

Cabinet

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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State of Address

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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All the Young Joans

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Street Song

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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Arson

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Haunt

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Draft

Posted on December 15, 2017 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Stripped

Posted on October 19, 2017 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Meshes

Posted on September 22, 2017 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Mae West

Posted on September 17, 2017 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment