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Tag Archives: John Biscello
(Sub)Missive
The lore of missive keeps writers minds on their hearts as they freehand scratches into the purling skin of history’s feted edges.
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, henry miller, John Biscello, passion-play, poem, writers in lust
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Mission Impossible
Existential lessons from a girl named Alice– The secret door that is concealed behind a curtain and is smaller than you are is usually the best possible option when walking dream-first into the allegedly impossible.
At Sliver’s End
To walk upon this earth is to know an umbrella as the tenderly held religion of farewells, to slow-dream the mystery of purple as a moistened letting of time sliver by pooling sliver.
Mercy Mercy Me
Some time-tested facts: 1. Every shadow courts its own double, its own set of fractures. 2. Make-up, and its composite symmetry of masks turn, at day’s end, to sidereal flakes of ash. 3. Your true face was printed … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged clown, fool and sadness, John Biscello, mercy is the watchword, no religion required, poem, tramping for kicks
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This is Only a Jest
Beatitude, resigned to solemn inbreeding, refers to the plastic gospel of the fool at play, its solitude parallel to fresh grafitti tagged on white walls for an audience cataleptically torn between vagrancy and faith.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged beatitude, fool's play fool's day, infinite jest, jesting grounds, John Biscello, poem
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Cadenza
Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black and white, John Biscello, louise brooks, poem, silent film, siren, venus
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Funky Monk Live
Video clips from the Arclight book launch at Studio 107-B in Taos, NM (3/12/19). Performing “Funky Monk” w/ Ben Wright on the bass.
Posted in Audio, Books, Poetry, Press, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged arclight, Ben Wright, book launch, funky monk, Indie Blu(e), John Biscello, music, Poetry, Spoken Word, studio 107-B, Taos
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Bird
Haiku in honor of Charlie Parker’s death-day (March 12th) Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bebop a lula, charlie parker, haiku, jazz, John Biscello, solo flight, tribute, yardbird
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Kerouac
Happy birthday (March 12th), Jack Kerouac! My poem from Arclight honoring the man behind the mythical scrolls. When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged american writer, brothers of the pen, happy birthday!, jack kerouac, John Biscello, myth, the beat goes on, tribute
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The Smoking Bluebird
In honor of Charles Bukowski on his death-date, March 10th. Bluebird in his heart, caught in the cross-hairs of vice– Fuck pretty, sing life.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bluebird, Buke wuz here baby, charles bukowski, haiku, John Biscello, poet, the writing life, tribute
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