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The Never-Ending Story

Posted on November 23, 2020 by John Biscello

We are, rest assured, eternity localized. You being the metaphor and axis upon which a real life is imagined and inspired by a dream story.

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Choir

Posted on November 20, 2020 by John Biscello

“Myths, so to say, are public dreams; dreams are private myths.” – Joseph Campbell The correspondence between public and private alternated choirs.

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Dollhouse

Posted on November 20, 2020 by John Biscello

 “The lamp in the window is the house’s eye and, in the kingdom of the imagination, it is never lighted out-of-doors, but is enclosed light, which can only filter to the outside.”–Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space The young girl … Continue reading →

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Illuminations

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“You know of course that slowness is the only illumination I’ve ever had.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a Writer A writer, fastening his worth to the tempo of grass, to the yellow leaves separating their grief from their … Continue reading →

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Vouchsafe

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Once it had been the other way around: one summer, while daydreaming a winter story, he had reached into the tall grass  for a snowball, wanting to throw it playfully at the cat.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a … Continue reading →

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What Was It You Said?

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries and yet it is, itself, the greatest of our miseries.” — Blaise Pascal Oh, distraction, you paradoxical bastard– Sky laughs, stays open.

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Morning Ritual

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“I’d woken up early, and took a long time getting ready to exist.”– Fernando Pessoa In the early morning, a yawn brought tears to his eyes, and then the agonizing consideration of his metaphysical wardrobe, and how he should appear … Continue reading →

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Intimation

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star” – William Wordsworth Once upon a star, lyrics mated with the dark– Memory was born.

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Living Mythology

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Essentially, mythologies are enormous poems that are renditions of insights, giving some sense of the marvel, the miracle and wonder of life.” – Joseph Campbell Brokering the truest gold from the radiant core of melting mortal want, your life is … Continue reading →

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Twice and Then Some

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice, than it is to be born once.” – Voltaire On the slow winding backroads to heaven, the soul– burnished, braided in ash, given to fits of symmetry, plunged into … Continue reading →

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