Tag Archives: musing

A.I.

Posted on January 10, 2024 by John Biscello

Develop an A.I. mother. Ask the A.I. mother to raise and nurture you in the way that you always imagined you should have been raised and nurtured. Discard your previous existence, the first one, and install a legend around the … Continue reading →

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Shards

Posted on January 10, 2024 by John Biscello

Break a mirror into many pieces. Stare long and hard then long and soft at yourself in the shards. Rearrange the pieces and see how you change. Continue this process of rearrangement, testing the variations of your endlessly shifting self. … Continue reading →

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Bullet Proof

Posted on January 9, 2024 by John Biscello

Take every American bullet from every American gun and make necklaces that are shipped overseas to random people sharing the common denominator that all their names begin and end with a letter. Inside these boxes will be a uniform note, … Continue reading →

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Postcard

Posted on January 9, 2024 by John Biscello

Send a blank postcard from an unspecified place to a friend. Call them up and ask them to imagine what it is like where you are, and what it is like where you are not. Then request a blank postcard … Continue reading →

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Return to Sender

Posted on January 8, 2024 by John Biscello

Write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you who imagined you as the sort of person who would one day write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you. In advance preparation for what you might one day say to yourself, the envelope … Continue reading →

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Nails

Posted on January 8, 2024 by John Biscello

Paint your fingernails in the way you imagine your daughter would paint your fingernails. Have a daughter to paint your fingernails. Paint your daughter’s fingernails into tiny moons. Blow on the moons until they are dry and without worry. Compare … Continue reading →

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Bedside Manner

Posted on January 6, 2024 by John Biscello

Next time you are hurt or affronted by someone else’s actions, imagine the person as a sleeping child and, a) smother the child in its sleep, b) wake the child up and ask them to go to another room, c) … Continue reading →

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Stand-Up

Posted on January 5, 2024 by John Biscello

Invite every dead person you know to a vacant nightclub where you plan to perform stand-up comedy. Bill the event as one night only. When no one shows, you a) perform the show anyway, or, b) extend the run of … Continue reading →

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Viewfinder

Posted on January 5, 2024 by John Biscello

Go to hell. Stay there. Take sensual inventory of what there feels like. Go to hell. Don’t stay there. Imagine wind born of vacancy. Go nowhere fast. Call it hell. Go nowhere slow. Call it heaven. Mix heaven and hell … Continue reading →

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Curriculum Vitae

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Born: Waiting (Still) Dead: Today (Always) At Present: Redeemable Interpersonal Skills: Works in Progress Education: Breathing Objective: Not Applicable

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