Tag Archives: John Biscello

The Woods

Posted on April 8, 2019 by John Biscello

In the theater of the absurd, black widows make silky, haunted love to depressed, anorexic stalactites as the radio preys on sound to give the moonless woods its membraney tableaux of silence. (Cyanotype by Christian Marclay)

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Orchid

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Reverence, trust, the distance of islands pinned to space; every disquieting cut moving her closer and closer to the irremediable candor of grace. (Image: Yoko Ono)

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For Entertainment Purposes Only

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

It was this sublime directive, engineered by a cooperative of amusement parks around the world, that fronted a mysterious new wave of emptiness, through which initiates annuled their ghosts to the spectacle and darkened marvels of extinction. (Photo by … Continue reading →

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Salome’s Turrets

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Gardens grow ruptures and bisected shoots of tease and envy too you know. Do not place the malformed under a glass jar, do not treat fractures with tourniquets, myrrh and silence, do not judge a moth by its sister’s wings … Continue reading →

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The Brides

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Winter grows its own brides, penitent, forlorn, pining to wed a warm draft of air, a silking furl of yellow, before systemic freeze slows desire to a limnal peck. (Image: CocoRosie)

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Stones

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

A poem inspired by Yoko Ono’s “Cleaning Piece.” At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones … Continue reading →