Tag Archives: tribute

Room to Dream

Posted on January 16, 2025 by John Biscello

Visionary, cinematic shaman, and iconconclastic creative force, David Lynch was one of the most profound influences and inspirations in my life, someone whose work impacted me deep in my core and could move me to tears. Truly and thoroughly one … Continue reading →

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Dust in the Wind

Posted on November 13, 2024 by John Biscello

A musician named Sam introduced me to Ask the Dust when I was in my early twenties. It was exactly the book I needed at the time. Sam had heard me read at the Vault, a house-based, performance space in … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, Poetry, Prose | Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, black sparrow, craft, fiction, inspiration, Italian-American, john fante, story, thank you, tribute, words | Leave a comment

The Trial

Posted on November 12, 2024 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a stylized totem. Before Louise Brooks and Josephine … Continue reading →

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The Sorceress

Posted on November 11, 2024 by John Biscello

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading →

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Beckett

Posted on November 8, 2024 by John Biscello

Samuel Beckett plunged his head so far up his ass, daylight became a dream and conundrum. He saw the world through shit-filtered glasses, the bluest of roses manure-caked, anal cavity functioning as the base of inspiration, as the grimy pulpit … Continue reading →

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. I

Posted on January 8, 2024 by John Biscello

During the summer of 2023, I had the privilege and joy of spending six weeks in Japan, based in Niigata, with short trips to Tokyo, Kyoto and Sado Island. I enjoyed the flaneur’s giddy and childlike luxury of wandering streets … Continue reading →

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Romance

Posted on October 17, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Dilapidation a stunning aphrodisiac for the soul hopelessly in love with time’s obscene touch and lusting after erosion as a blatant course of conjugal intimacy.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged age, Beauty, decay, erosion, japan, niigata, poem, portrait, time, tribute | Leave a comment

Triptych (for Edie Sedgwick)

Posted on December 11, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged Edie Sedgwick, It Girl, photo, Poetry, pop, Spoken Word, The Factory, tribute, warhol days | Leave a comment

The Last Days of Jack Kerouac

Posted on November 28, 2022 by John Biscello

Cine-poetic audio homage to Jack Kerouac.

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Triptych for Edie Sedgwick

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

I.Too many small hourspimped out to wraiths on parade–Heart, in real time, breaks. II.Make me an offer,they shoot pretty girls, don’t they?Leave haunting to me. III.Baby, forget the petals,we’ll feed you thorns,you’ll be like Jesus Christin black tights,a superstar in dark eye … Continue reading →

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