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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Alice Through the Looking Glass
Drizzle-matted canvas of glass, static layers of form assimilating harmony– Alice, sublimely mute, matches gravity to prayer in refining the lost art of sadness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alice, contemplation, drizzle, John Biscello, Poetry, rain, through the looking glass, window
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Fallout
The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, ink, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, singapore
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Boy
At the time he didn’t know it, but stalking the radiant specter of morninglight as he sprinted down a cobbled alley, he left part of himself behind in a jigsaw piece of puddle that later, years later, he would reflect … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, boyhood, Bresson, french, John Biscello, Literary, photograph, Poetry, youth
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Next?
A dancer’s sad dream– flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, ballet, dance, dream, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry
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Sculpting Fire
An excerpt from Nocturne Variations: It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots. This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts. Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged excerpt, heather ross, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne variations, noir, novel, peter pan, piers, Surrealism
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As the World Nocturnes
I hereby invoke the blessings of the EverGreen Muses and Lit-Minded Gods as I seek a new publisher and send my “golem-baby” of a book out into the great wide world. Fare thee well, Nocturne! ABOUT: Dystopic Peter Pan meets … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged book, coming of age, John Biscello, muses, nocturne variations, noir, novel, peter pan, Prose, publishing, Surrealism
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Unfinished Nocturne
She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, cave, John Biscello, linda stojak, love, nocturne, onyx, Prose, visual art
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Silent Voices
Review of Linda Stojak’s exhibition “Silent Voices.” “The female subjects comprising Silent Voices seem to exist in a haunted chrysalis state, or embryonic purgatory. Their faces, ashen swabs which are kin to Di Chirico’s faceless enigmas, suggest not only the … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, exhibition, John Biscello, LewAllen galleries, linda stojak, New York, painting, Review, riot material, Santa Fe, women
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My Grandmother, My Chaplin
Excerpt from Raking the Dust, honoring the birthdays of my grandmother (April 15th) and Charlie Chaplin (April 16th). In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother would recite St. Teresa’s Prayer or sing Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” in a warbly and … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged birthday, Brooklyn, chaplin, Cinema, death, grandmother, John Biscello, love, New York, Raking the Dust, smile, Taos
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Birth of a Nocturne
Completed draft of my new novel, Nocturne Variations.
Posted in Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, draft, John Biscello, Literary, manuscript, nocturne variations, novel, Prose, publishing, Surrealism
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