Tag Archives: ghosts

Mystique

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

There’s something blankly paranthetical about the ghosts of memory which become us in breaths taken to host and devour.

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Plight Trajectory

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Youth passes in fleeting doses, and doesn’t die a single death, youth as concept and cheat code disassembles into ghosts, into many ghosts which proliferate and spread, in pursuit of seances and possession. Youth, in its death, moves in many … Continue reading →

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Habitat

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Behind the ghosts further ghosts calling. Possession by layered turns and takes evincing quantum roles through which we inhabit.  

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Enclosure

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

In the longaching aria and grain of Memory, its mortuary and refrain, the gauzy calling of ghosts— Follow our bodiless drift and want, they monotone in lo-fi chorus— Enclosure, by softly rounded turns, resetting your edited                         self to sync … Continue reading →

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Residual

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory aligning spectral residue and gauzy embers, slow-drifting motes and emissaries of Time’s passage, moving from nowhere to nowhere, and swallowing whole worlds in the process.

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Pulse

Posted on May 25, 2026 by John Biscello

Behind the ghosts, further ghosts. Lives carry on, infinitely layered and bottomless. There is no stopping or stopped. Home, placeless in its capacity to hold space wherever one goes, between pauses, to become.

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Distribution

Posted on May 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Engraved in the paranthetical shadows of intensely subjective cinema, I cited myself, watching myself, submerged in a pooling coven of ghosts whose bluest breath of want revived me in fleeting doses. I knew that if I kept watching I would … Continue reading →

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Wraith

Posted on May 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as spectral residue and gauzy motes slow-drifting as evidence and proof of Time’s passage moving from nowhere to nowhere and in the process swallowing lives whole.

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Archive

Posted on May 19, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory, eulogies birthed in reverse, séance syncing soundly the cinema of ghosts with real-time revivals rounding to fade.

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Now Playing

Posted on May 18, 2026 by John Biscello

In the bluest breath of want we are ghosts haunting our own lives possessed by the mutable shadows of cinema.

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