Tag Archives: Poetry

Cathedral

Posted on April 18, 2020 by John Biscello

From the absolute hovel of unlettered ruins, a crabby shard, reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight— this, the modest origins to ceremony and marvel, as she built an outlaw cathedral of self, in which she dwelled and worshipped, vagrantly hospitable … Continue reading →

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Music

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

To the call of light, Music, unending, beckons you to harmonize.

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Virtuoso

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Virtuoso, by turns, this dazzling concert of light, golden, sounded, the pooling reserve of free jazz, ordered to measureless standards, rounding into sublime.

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Why Not?

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

A soul, timeless, at play in a field of dazzling light and changeable shapes, or, how the ordered free jazz of plotlessness keeps on turning, and turning, within the Great Mystery into which I was called to enter and praise.

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The New Romantics

Posted on April 15, 2020 by John Biscello

We need visionaries, now, more than ever. Those in tenderest thrall to the lore of zeal and trespass, this side of dreaming. We barker for the rise and call of the New Romantics who, in their shedding of scales and … Continue reading →

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The Writing Life

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading →