Tag Archives: Hemingway

A Moveable Feast

Posted on December 12, 2025 by John Biscello

The first time I saw Hemingway he was seated at a table on his terrace overlooking the train station. It was raining that day and I was waiting on the platform opposite the terrace. I chanced to look up … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged a moveable feast, Brooklyn, fragment, hadley, Hemingway, New York, Prose, rainy day, relationships, story | 1 Comment

Hemingway’s Ghost

Posted on May 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Every day and age needs a clean well-lighted place to exact its charms.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged clean well lighted place, haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, The Romantics, we'll always have paris | Leave a comment

Hemingway in Mexico

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, mexico, people are lovely, to have and have not | 1 Comment

Village

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged cafe, Cornelia Street Cafe, Greenwich Village, haiku, Hemingway, jazz, John Biscello, New York, Poetry, Shel Silverstein, sidewalk | Leave a comment

Anima

Posted on August 15, 2017 by John Biscello

A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged anima, feminine, haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, masculine, photo, Poetry | Leave a comment

The Killers at Red’s

Posted on July 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations appearing in Riot Material. Joe pushed open the door and a bell sang. Max followed Joe into Red’s. The men’s dark hats and trenchcoats were beaded in snow. Joe took off his hat and waved it … Continue reading →

Posted in Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized | Tagged book, diner, Hemingway, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne variations, noir, novel, riot material, story, the killers | Leave a comment

We’ll Always Have Paris

Posted on May 29, 2016 by John Biscello

A review of Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife. Hemingway’s classic, A Moveable Feast, is a well-stewed blend of contradictions, much like the man himself. It is a crucible of a valentine, wrapped in vellum and barbed wire. Notorious for holding … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, Press, Prose | Tagged 1920s, Hadley Richardson, Hemingway, Jazz Age, John Biscello, Literary, paris, Paula McLain, Review, Scott Fitzgerald, The Paris Wife | Leave a comment

Far End of the Bar

Posted on May 12, 2016 by John Biscello

I could write circles around him, Joe said, sipping his whiskey. Look at him, sitting there, Mr. Smug, Mr. Infallible. I should go over there and give him a good what-for. He’d knock your block off, Bob responded … Continue reading →

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Staring at Paintings, Hungry

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged art, edvard munch, Hemingway, hunger, John Biscello, kafka, knut hamsun, Literary, New York, paris, paul auster, Poetry, William saroyan | Leave a comment

Running with the Bullshit

Posted on April 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Far end of the bar, drinkers with writing problems– It’s Hemingway’s fault.

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