Joan of Arc- John Biscello

I seriously have a new writer crush.

John Biscello

Jean-Seberg-as-Joan-of-Ar-007
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 totem,
before Louise Brooks and Josephine Baker and Mae West
scorched bits of screen and earth and tore hearts to shreds
with a flickering edge.
You, Joan, were the world’s most famous, cross-dressing heretic,
the It-girl of alleged sorcery,
a rebel very much aligned with a cause,
coursing a waxwork future and belated sainthood.
It was in your father’s garden, age thirteen, when you first heard the voices, saw the visions.
St. Michael, St. Katherine, and St. Margaret, a trinity of Beauty unbearable that brought tears to your eyes. But they didn’t come to serve as spiritual eye-candy, or to bring you otherworldly comfort. They were delegates, delivering a message direct from the Man Upstairs, a…

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