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All That Jazz

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

In the Beginning was the Be All End All, and from out of lidless silence and void emerged a beat, hailing another beat, and it wasn’t long before the Universe, speaking in tongues and verses, was percussin’ its ass off … Continue reading →

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Fool’s Play

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The lighted lot and plight of fools is dancing an inspired jig, duly possessed, at cliff’s edge, in tuning for an epic plunge into the necessary unknown, or, sacred is as sacred does, when testing talismanic runes against gravity’s proof … Continue reading →

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Bare

Posted on April 3, 2025 by John Biscello

Cause to the effect are the children of the revolution of imperishable blooms, nuptial and slant in their trembling offshoots, they beseech, in coded air— By all means necessary, cede to the lasting proof of light tendered to fuse and … Continue reading →

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Here, Now

Posted on April 2, 2025 by John Biscello

All is a mutable feast, a panoply and paragon of lore and dropped beats, of here, and not here, all at once— effect upon the cause are the visionary takes of the radiant children, sampling source-feed from stunning slates of … Continue reading →

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Stan and Ollie

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku honoring the dynamic cuckoo duo of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy.) Genius, in trespassing,has its necessary fools–Supreme gag order.

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Dictate This

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day 2025: a haiku honoring the Great Dictator-busting Charlie Chaplin, whose clown’s shoes left indelible footprints.) The Great Dictator?Charlie, in jest, plants his foot–No ass too big.

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Last Laugh

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day 2025: a haiku in honor of the Little Tramp, Sir Charles Chaplin.) Slapstick’s trinity,a monotheistic gag–Salvation’s last laugh.

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Buster

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku in honor of the Great Stoneface, Buster Keaton.) The lot of the fool–a fresh bouquet of flowersdelivered too late.

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Pilgrimage of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles— proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s … Continue reading →

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Samuel Beckett

Posted on March 31, 2025 by John Biscello
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