Tag Archives: memory

Burlesque

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one ever grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, effects to the cause of a rebellious tease to be stripped.

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Cos and Effect

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances closer, and through which rare intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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Bartleby’s Plight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as in missives recorded later, or returned in time to a sender who is much older now, much younger, dead. It is case for the head of Bartleby, preferring not, yet continuing to show up for the sake of … Continue reading →

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Cartography

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as grayscale motive for cinematic dismemberment. Fractures and fragments insinuating a morphic whole, we puzzle together the anti-matter and immaterial aspects of our lives in secret rooms barred to the world at large. In these rooms, playing Frankenstein to … Continue reading →

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Garden

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as night-flowers blooming jade and jasmine in fields of intuition. Old folks bend over backwards to become children again listening to the honeyed sepia fragrance wafting northward, restoring calm and grace, briefly, to lives tasted in half-tones and measureless … Continue reading →

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Room

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as eulogies in reverse. You tell yourself a story, same as you tell yourself a memory– the supplest rites of cosplay and seance conducted, first person, in a room of one’s own naming.

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P.S.S.

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories supply ghosts with their own ghosts haunting lives yet to come or recoccur in sundered part.

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Now Showing

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

In the shadow-carved cinema of memory, its mortuary and altars, the gauzy feting of ghosts, alluring you with the promise of exits and second lives. Follow our unbearably light drift, they montone in surround-sound stereo, we will provide you the … Continue reading →

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What We Carry

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories as ghosts of cinema, seeking host-bodies to inhabit, equal measures possession and vacancy, they are the ghosts of ghosts, pulsing in chords of reptition and bottomless hunger to freight.

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Searchlight

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

You are being crafted and curated right now, as you speak. Scraps of filmreel flickering and bringing to life shadows of a life lived, echoes of fiction bygone. Memory as the green-screen slate upon which cinema is perpetrated. Behind the … Continue reading →

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