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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Icarus, Remixed
I was Icarus with double-edged wings once upon a time. The dreamer’s big eyes, full of flames and longing, the impetuous nature, the jazz of my soaring, all of it defined me as the blaring antithesis to my dad’s son-proofed … Continue reading
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Tagged Icarus, John Biscello, Matisse, mythology, poem, sun worship, the new myths, youth
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In Praise of Ryokan
The moon, melting liquid frost onto my window, slips through my fingers, as I recall that legendary jewel thief who once pulled off an impossible heist, which, to this day, the right kind of fools, lovers and lunatics, constellate their … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged full moon mysticism, John Biscello, poem, Ryokan, the great fool, true moonshine
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Gusty Winds May Exist
Gusty Winds May Exist. This was the sign I saw on the highway when driving back from Albuquerque. Gusty Winds May Exist. Which, speculatively insinuates, they may also not exist. A climate conundrum and barometric riddle to challenge everything you thought you knew about … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged ballad of the cuckoos, cindy sherman, indie cinema, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, riot material, wind-surfing
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Pressure Cooker
Sometimes the last straw was a torn grocery bag while several cracked eggs bled yolk onto the floor and you heard his key in the front door and the blackening notion that any one of the pans would do the … Continue reading
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Tagged cindy sherman, domestic living, John Biscello, kitchen, photography, untitled film still
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Room to Spare
At a lighted remove, she coerces solitude into a tender rapport with her barest haunt. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
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Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, open door, photography, poem, the room, untitled film still
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Looking Without
The simplest means to revelation, and perhaps revolution, was to stay away from mirrors and the masks which justified their glaring reproof. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, mirror mirror, photography, poem, untitled film still
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The Fountain
Washington Square Park. From Anthony Distefano’s “city scene” series.
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anthony distefano, Greenwich Village, John Biscello, New York, photography, washington square park
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New York Noir
Two more from Anthony Distefano’s “street scene” series.
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anthony distefano, Greenwich Village, John Biscello, moodscaping, New York, noir, photography
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Light Becomes Her
There was never going to be any show, she knew that. Yet she fed on the light to counteract an unappeasable hunger, to star where the emptiness reamed darkest. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
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Tagged cindy sherman, cinemascope, John Biscello, lights camera action, photography, poem, untitled film still
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Sight-Line
After watching the bruised legacy of her childhood pass her by out of the corner of her eye, she had developed an astigmatism which, in effect, bred her glaring suspicion of distance, and violent need of its diffuse edges. … Continue reading
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Tagged around the bend, cindy sherman, corner of the eye, John Biscello, photography, poem, untitled film still
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