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Pesavento poetry-dreams from the Heartland of America’s deep wellsprings, Ulysses-like chest fastened to a tempest swept mast, enraptured by Siren-sultry voices nocturne-calling out to him in the n...voir plusPesavento poetry-dreams from the Heartland of America’s deep wellsprings, Ulysses-like chest fastened to a tempest swept mast, enraptured by Siren-sultry voices nocturne-calling out to him in the night. Born in St. Louis, raised in Chicago and instilled with Catholic mysticism by the Sisters of Nazareth, he nurtured an empathetic sense of the wondrous. From 15-20 performed as lead singer for regional Rock bands, Lost Generation, Xtremes, Fish (5/5 Battle of The Bands, thanks to Jack, the red headed Scandinavian drummer) and a.k.a. “The Cat” panther-purred the Blues in the far South Side’s Green Lantern bar.
At 19, explored the Eternal City, left trace fingerprints on a Sistine Chapel fresco, stood face-to-faces with the damned in Michelangelo’s The Last Judgment, beheld the Pieta's profound sorrow, deciphered wood carved Cupid notes atop St Peter's Basilica dome and descended underground, ankle-brushed past subterranean Papal sarcophagi, hunched over through labyrinthine catacomb tunnels illuminated by cloistered clusters of candle-carrying little nuns, heads heavy bowed in prayer like January snow-laden black dahlias.
City of Light fire-swallowed Cognac after midnight, last call heart-burned spilled out from dance club Tabac, stumbling scarlet-face flushed beneath an impending dawn's cerulean sky feral- atmospheric reeking of Pigalle fleurs du mal scented lairs, smelling open air market soil-smeared carrots, dew-rouged strawberries, arm-pit pungent garlic, onions, sweaty cabbages, radishes and fresh fish brine aromatic-urea rising up from nicotine stained streets, and maddened, crossed the Seine.
Kaleidoscopic vision-quest swam through late 60's London Piccadilly Circus psychedelic-kinetic pigment splattered discotheque convulsive dance-scapes to the tune of Cream’s “Sunshine of Your Love” and vertiginous body washed up onto a Whisky à Go-Go maelstrom-swirling foreign shore. Barnaby-Street clothed sat in quiet contemplation in a Westminster Abbey pew personal-space elbow jostled by swarms of ninja-tourist shutterbugs armed with Nikons.
Florence slow-danced on an Arno River river barge at sunset basking in glow-worm luminol lemon lime and dragon-plasma magenta Chinese lantern auras, eating watermelon beneath a late summer full butter moon. Stubbed a toe at the foot of David. Temporarily blinded by Chartres supernova stained-glass light shards, goose-bumped by Notre Dame de Paris shadows and dizzied by Cologne cathedral spires. Shared Champagne androgynous charades in Brussels, Belgium cabarets, clanked cold steins in German beer gardens and tête-à-tête titillated at Munich’s One-One-Deuce.
Literary influences include a cosmopolitan mix of myriad voices: Quasimodo, Montale, Ungaretti, Aleixandre, Vallejo, Lorca, Neruda, Paz, Breton, Supervielle, Eluard, Seferis, Rilke, Yeats, Eliot, Shelley, Coleridge and Blake. Don can be seen along the shores of Lake Michigan, writing poems and throwing them to the wind.voir moins