Tag Archives: movie

Total Eclipse

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello

Courtship between worlds, Love’s ravels tethered to smoke– Dream eclipses burn.

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A Hard Case

Posted on August 29, 2017 by John Biscello

The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.

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Dietrich

Posted on August 28, 2017 by John Biscello

Bygone sorcery, fingertips emitting smoke– When arson was queen.

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Movie

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

The blue usherette screened in by mute, forlorn thoughts– the cutting room floor.

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Serial Cinema

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Between floating images, in the empty, elegant theater, he lingered in cinematic bardo, knowing that his next decision would initiate a a new narrative arc inspired by true events from a previous life.

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Kiss/Sing

Posted on May 26, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.

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Manual Labor of Like

Posted on February 11, 2017 by John Biscello

   I had hoped to make out with Josephine during the movie, but the hand-job was completely unexpected.  Even after what Kenny had told me, I was still shocked when it happened.    Josephine was the cousin of Jenny, my … Continue reading →

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Cinema

Posted on November 22, 2016 by John Biscello

When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading →

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Dirty Dancing in the Dark

Posted on July 29, 2016 by John Biscello

   Brooklyn, the Walker Theater, 1987.    I am twelve and precariously balancing on the shoulders of Fat Brian.    Come on, you’re not getting any lighter, Fat Brian shouts.    I reach up and lock my fingers around the … Continue reading →

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