BIOGRAFIE
Jason Eisenberg werd op die zonnige 18de september 1948
geboren in Bridgeport, (Connecticut, USA). De veteraan-performer,
bandleider en schrijver Eisenberg verscheen in vele incarnaties
met zijn schandalige proto-happenings, spoken word
whammys en vertolkingen van de jazz-blues poëzie
van wijlen helden als Jack
Kerouac en Lord
Buckley.
Eisenberg was ondermeer te zien bij New York's Bitter
End, het Lowell Celebrates Kerouac Festival, het Boston's
Institute of Contemporary Art en het Londense LIPS
Festival.
Informatie over het Lord
Buckley Reincarnation Ensemble, bestaande uit zijn
band The Jazz Orchestra of the Royal Court is aanklikbaar.
Raadpleeg ook www.google.com
voor meer over Jason Eisenberg.
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GLOBAL VILLAGE
LATEX
HispanoChineoLevantinoAfricanus!
ModernoCubismoEuropaMundalis!
PlasticiseTexturizeSimonize-Midasize!!
The Global Village is HOMOGENIZED......
New York Burger!
Paris Burger!
Jakarta Burger!
Lagos Burger!
Same damn Burger!
Global Village Burger!
Bonanza reruns London!
Bonanza reruns Antwerp!
Bonanza reruns Munich!
Bonanza reruns Los Mochis!
Same Damn Cowboys!
Global Village Cowboys!
Turquoise scarab!
Turquoisecastanets!
Turquoise Buick!
Same damn Buick!
Global Village Buick!
Inquisition in Spain!
Holacost & Ethnic Cleansing!
Somali grandma escapes!
Global Village Diaspora!
Pink Post Office!
Pink Tea Room!
Pink Courthouse!
Same Pink Paint!
Lime Green Mosque!
Lime Green Jail!
Lime Green Igloo!
Same Green Paint!
Global Village Latex!
Latex Condoms Bankok!
Latex Condoms Lowell!
Latex Condoms NEW YORK!
Same Damn Condoms
GLOBAL VILLAGE LATEX!
© Jason
Eisenberg, 2001
WATERS OF PAWTUCKAWAY
The girl bird shrieks and coos wildly,
in her beautiful moan-screech language
in open-throat echo and perfect breathless voice.
What ripples and echos and even thunders
across the now still waters of Pawtuckaway ?
Her mate shudders with a flap-wing sound upon her back;
knee-jerks his way into eternity
on the slickbacked loon-girl of Pawtuckaway.
They're under blueberrys under hemlocks at twilight
under calm rosetint sky just past sunset horizon
where all beasts entwine their mates as the bible required
and where even lovers tangle and entangle with complicated
brains
which color their abandon
and their Savage Thrill presents a living sound duet
of the moment of abandon,
the pine-tarry waters of Pawtuckaway lick at the birchroots,
tarry pinetops jut up the sky raking moisture from the
clouds,
teenagers far off on the western lakeshore invoke the
latent
masterful radio voice of El Voz Infantil del Momento,
and the flapping sound of Time's weightless mantle
settles over all the living beasts of Pawtuckaway.
© Jason
Eisenberg, 2001