Tag Archives: self

Outtake

Posted on November 19, 2024 by John Biscello

I saw the sign in the window: Lessons Learned/Karma Burned. I went inside. The studio reeked of frankincense. And cotton candy. Greeting me at the door, as if she had been waiting for me, was a tall, well-toned woman in … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello
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Yoko Wuz Here

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Pretend you are a woman named Yoko Ono. Pretend you are a man named Yoko Ono. A goldfish named Yoko Ono. A machine registered as Yoko Ono. A children’s book titled Yoko Ono and the Falling Upward Star (#3 in … 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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Eulogy

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Drop dead several times each day and recite advance eulogies for the persons so explicitly shed. Allow grief to function not as barrier or backwater but rather a marker for diminishing returns.

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Merger

Posted on December 31, 2023 by John Biscello

Spend one day as the person you always imagined you’d be. If it suits you, do it for a second day. Then a third. Continue impersonating your dream-self until you grow tired and decide to call it quits, or filial … Continue reading →

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Diorama

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Make a shoebox diorama of your dream life. Install a macaroni model of yourself into this dream life. Place the diorama in a dark closet and let it sit there for days, weeks, years. Take it out of the closet … Continue reading →

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Center Point

Posted on December 29, 2023 by John Biscello

Walk ever so slowly, with measured steps, to the center of your being. Walk out again, toward the center of your being. Continue moving in and out, in and out, until all sense of orientation is lost. Stop walking, and … Continue reading →

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Telegram

Posted on December 24, 2023 by John Biscello

Send a telegram from a future perspective to someone who resembles you in present time. In the telegram, tell the person resembling you who and what you would like to become. Assure them that this is not blackmail or psychic … Continue reading →

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Soulfeed

Posted on June 7, 2018 by John Biscello

You are here, she said, to take a tentative chance on the infinite, to teethe, lovingly, on the numinous zipper of a star or two, to gamble away innocence with a fortune teller’s palm, grinning stigmata, and not a single … Continue reading →

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