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Benign
Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss. (Watercolor by Henry Miller) Advertisements
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, buddha, clown, cosmos, dream, flower, henry miller, John Biscello, love, peace, poemm haiku, serene, watercolor, writing
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Word
Not burning, not siege, not flood, not cold front, not atomic scourge, can destroy the Word, a lasting first, and inviolable measure, voiced to raise itself eternally anew.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, imperishable, John Biscello, language, love, photo, poem, survivor, word, writing, writing life
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Ember
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged craft, dark, dreams, ember, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, solitude, torch, writing
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Comeback
Everything we attempt and seal creatively, every last and first word completed, reigns as beautiful failure, a mortal short-hand and forger’s touching testament to the Source, rounding what dreams may come and fade and come again.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, beautiful failure, creation, creativity, dreams, failure, God, John Biscello, Poetry, self-expression, Source, writing, writing life
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Recording Live
I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather and Marie as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, creative process, family, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, recording, storytelling, the writing life 2018, words, writing
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Wellspring
Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, dream, expression, fortune, grace, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, writing, writing life
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Monster
Fiction is a monster. It demands, it consumes. It is a glutton. Enough is never enough. It won’t be satisfied until the unreal becomes utterly real, beyond real. Its sole desire is to usurp reality, to surpass it. It basks … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged art, Brooklyn, fiction, fragment, John Biscello, novel, Prose, storytelling, writing, writing life
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Night-Thistles
I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night-thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and eats … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, dream, future, John Biscello, music, no man's brooklyn, novel, past, Prose, writing
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Unreaching Anya
Anya I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows, it simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, devotion, dream, ghosts, haunted, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, Prose, reality, romance, story, writing
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