Tag Archives: silence

Proof

Posted on October 7, 2022 by John Biscello

They say that in the beginning was the word but you weren’t given the true complete sentence— In the beginning was the word, betraying silence, and this became lighted proof of the beginning of fiction.

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In the Beginning, Fiction

Posted on October 7, 2022 by John Biscello

Now you say no more words but you don’t really mean no more words, these dreams of going wordless are playthings in the air, concepts without volition. You are compelled to use words to express what it would be like … Continue reading →

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Best Ghost and Audio

Posted on July 22, 2022 by John Biscello

I have to be careful. This business of old tapes, new tapes. There is responsibility involved. Stewardship. Care. Consideration. You cannot be a headless D.J. If you cut off the D.J.’s head and expect him to be able to communicate … Continue reading →

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Slippers

Posted on July 2, 2022 by John Biscello

The world has become an enormous mouth. Or a senile teenager fumbling with a fire sale chemistry set. Silence, and solitude, arouse their favored ebb within the subtle gloam of twilight. Twilight is a meek and intrepid lover, an inscrutable … Continue reading →

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Chekhov and the Cat

Posted on November 13, 2020 by John Biscello

“The longer a poem, the weaker the impression that it has been dictated from above: Heaven is not verbose.  The more you talk, the more you lie.”–Vera Pavlova When I am overly verbose, I am trying to convince myself, or … Continue reading →

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Words, Silence, Music

Posted on November 10, 2020 by John Biscello

“Therefore, speak, speak at any price, say no matter what, since all words have equal value and all say the same thing, all repeat tirelessly the same call for help.” — Samuel Beckett If we are to take Mister Beckett … Continue reading →

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Refuge

Posted on April 8, 2019 by John Biscello

The pyramids, askew and caped in starless dark, architected by a child who needed a construct into which he could invite silence to keep him absolute company until the violence stopped.   (Artwork by Cy Twombly)

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I Do Not Say

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

I do not say I love you, but I notice how your fingers twine and wrap around empty, tracing broken circles in the air when you are nervous. I do not say I love you, but there is a spot … Continue reading →

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Jean Rhys at Twilight

Posted on March 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading →

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No Sound, No Fury

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Moses, caped in shroud, awaiting new commandments– Silence, turned up loud.   (Photo by Edward Steichen)

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