Tag Archives: jazz

In Praise of Abstraction

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Abstraction is essential. It is a key tenet and cog in mapless wayfaring. The compass by which we’ve calculated starstuff as sacral molten matter in our dream-stream and slow burn. It is Romanticism caped under a lemon parasol with Impressionism … Continue reading →

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Monk’s Dream (Take Five)

Posted on October 29, 2025 by John Biscello

Posted in Poetry | Tagged alien, God, hymn, immigrant, jazz, music, poem, Poetry, quantum, sublime, verses | Leave a comment

It Never Entered My Mind

Posted on October 2, 2025 by John Biscello

From the Polaroid Noir series

Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Theater, Uncategorized | Tagged blonde, blues, Cinema, jazz, mask, Mirror, noir, polaroid, reflections, woman | Leave a comment

All That Jazz

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

In the Beginning was the Be All End All, and from out of lidless silence and void emerged a beat, hailing another beat, and it wasn’t long before the Universe, speaking in tongues and verses, was percussin’ its ass off … Continue reading →

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Novel Origins

Posted on May 9, 2023 by John Biscello

New novel completed.Bardo jazz, psychic vaudeville, bop odyssey of internal consciousness…. For me it’s always been the novel living within is the possession, the spirits dancing their jig of the dead and living, and the novel written is the prolonged, … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged bop, hallelujah, jazz, music, novel, Prose, seventh novel, the writing life, word to the mother, Word Up | Leave a comment

Jazz

Posted on November 29, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged Audio, jazz, Spoken Word, sultry, text, voice, words | Leave a comment

Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Storytellers of different ilks different beats different leaks of internal graffiti yet the word always at the heart of it barrowing out into light what comes from shadowlands within. Stories within earshot as eavesdropped whispers Stories like moonshots catapulted with … Continue reading →

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Near to Edges

Posted on October 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Words meant to be read aloud inside your head. A paradox yes but true. To be read aloud inside your head could be the preface the header the suggestion accompanying the texts. In this respect you may hear the music. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged correspondences, craft, edges, jazz, play, Poetry, Prose, resonance, subjectivity, word | Leave a comment

In the Beginning, Fiction

Posted on October 7, 2022 by John Biscello

Now you say no more words but you don’t really mean no more words, these dreams of going wordless are playthings in the air, concepts without volition. You are compelled to use words to express what it would be like … Continue reading →

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American Alley

Posted on November 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“What absurdity. There is not one novel of America. There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products. But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading →

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