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Tag Archives: writing
In Search of Lost Time
One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do. Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is trying to … Continue reading
Walkabout
“My whole life has been little else than a long reverie divided into chapters by my daily walks”–Jean-Jacques Rousseau To ground, daily, these dreams of novel origins, bracing bold contact with rounded edges, off which falling is favored and soundly … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged dreaming, jean-jacques rousseau, John Biscello, Poetry, Prose, walking, writing
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Recording Live
To abide, faithfully, the recording angel on my shoulder, to dream, trebled, with eyes and ears open, glass pressed against the thin, plasmic veil separating one world from the next, a straddler and eavesdropper, since Childhood, on behalf of a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged expression, John Biscello, poem, recording, soul, voices, writer's life, writing
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Lisp
Writing, some kind of lisp, and stutter, to chance God’s breath, as your own, to cherish.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, God, inspiration, John Biscello, poem, soul, writer's life, writing
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Beat, Bop & Abstraction
It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright slashing ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the infantpink tender of palms, forecasting God as a vaudeville dunce … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, art, beat generation, bop music, creativity, inspiration, jazz, John Biscello, music, poem, writing, zeitgeist
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Benign
Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss. (Watercolor by Henry Miller)
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.
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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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