Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather

Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather
Location
Schoharie County, New York, USA
Birthday
April 03
Title
Owner
Company
Three Barn Farm
Bio
I come from a long line of soothsayers dating back to Roman times known as "Segreto", which means "secret adviser". Salah El-Din Al-Ayubi, "Saladino", (1169-1250), a Trebuchet armed Arab General (cf.: "The Kingdom of Heaven" -the movie) contributed the genes through Grandma Nelli. Life has been interesting. I lived and studied in a Franciscan cult at the estate of Hamilton Fish in Garrison on the Hudson. The Cappuchins practiced an unnatural view of God and sex. They threw me out as soon as they realized I liked girls more than Herman Hesse, or certain men in dresses. Before "bells" came in, I attended the subway institute of dance in New York City until I traded the greaser life for a rubber finger at the US Trust Company, 45 Wall where bankers trade heavily in the tight colorful sweaters which encircle the massive breasts of seductively submissive receptionists. I volunteered for Vietnam and returned from my fog of war shrugging my shoulders like Robert Strange Mac Namarra with ..."Alright, we made some mistakes". Compelled to discover why all the killing, I hyper-focused on Dante and Jesus. In Italy a blinding revelation came to me while in ecstasy in Gubbio during an annual event, "Son you're in depression just go ahead and kill yourself." I'm still here thanks to San Steffano. Another voice came through –"Do that and you will be immersed in papal dung up to your balls listening to your uncle's Kingston Trio albums over and over again for the rest of eternity. I quickly repented and decided to limit myself to a strict regimen of lust and cute goddess face worship hoping to move up a chasm circle. I learned to discern the meaning of academic reliability in all fields except personal finance and human psychology. After graduation, I began my artistic pursuits in welded sculpture in a dismal basement warehouse studio next to a chemicals lab and got burned selling absolutely nothing while amassing thousands of pounds of rusting truck parts. I soon became a tradesman, and eventually became regarded as a skilled artisan in ceramic tile and marble with over two thousand hand crafted projects and the van your father warned you about. Syracuse, Walnut Creek and Berkeley were my playgrounds. Along my path I learned that God is Love, Life, and Truth; One. Could be your one. Could be my one. Could be any body's one. So long as God remains One. Double or triple Gods have difficulty parenting me. They argue. I believe that the Anointed One of Israel, Yeshua, Jesus, is the incarnation of love, life and truth. I believe his death saved me and the revelation of this truth came when I wholeheartedly repented, like Scrooge, of my lost and sinful life. I soon began to experience God's miraculous presence and grace toward me. Been there ever since. While a tradesman in 1989, I was formally ordained by invitation of the United Evangelistic Fellowship, Concord California, while ministering in the prison community in Northern California. Due to the repressed, emotional trauma of severe combat experiences in Viet Nam, the recession of the mid 90's, and being a nice guy, I was incapable of adjusting to the complexities and instabilities of consumer oriented society. I suffered a divorce in 1997. Dissed by family and friends I lived aboard "Mama Mia", my 28' Pearson Triton, and "Emily" , my 35' wooden sloop built in Gossport England in 1946, for the next seven years in San Francisco Bay Area Marinas. There I wrote, rehearsed, prayed and degenerated painfully slowly. I found healing through a combat veteran's recovery group processing deeply buried feelings caused by repressing unspeakable atrocities. I remain open and willing to reconcile with family and friends wherever, and whenever possible. Today, I work at what I love and do best developing my household, music, mosaics and oil painting. I study more and live peacefully with my wife, Denise, a fused glass artist living in our twenty acre mountain farm in Upstate New York. Our friends and tenants are kind, generous, gracious and love one another deeply. They are a gift, and a beacon of peace and the first fruits of a good life. I support any person willing to stand up and speak in an uninhibited sincere voice. I work at being positive, and facilitate workshops in communication education and oil painting promoting creative interdependent interaction among people of all races, creeds, and cultures. Performance art in down-tempo, urban, blues/rock guitar improvisation, and other disciplines are my vehicles for self expression, social interaction, and community enrichment. At the Hotel Utah in San Francisco between 1997 and 2004 I gave over seven hundred consecutive solo performances and scores of ensembles with young upstarts and old timers. Watched new trends, friendships and leaders develop playing a part somewhere in the mix. Lee Mallory, a close friend and noted influence of the late sixties sound, once said, "I guess I'm just a love child". I think that is the best way to describe my associates then and now. My life with all it's trials, struggles and hardships has been a wonder and a blessing. I am happy to be here. I expect I will be even happier to return when my Blessed Lord calls. My web estate, "The Naked Underground", is located at http://jeseppi.blogspot.com/.

JANUARY 3, 2009 8:56AM

My Life in 100

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The Irish boy from Sicily

was born in a section of jewish brooklyn

my mother and father were both sicilian

they raised me and grazed me on pasta and wine

and whipped my poor ass when it got out of line

we moved to a place where the irish man ruled

the beatings continued each day i was schooled

the lassies were worth it so freckled and cute

cuz i was sicilian not some irish brute

held their hands and their books all the way home

they laughed when i said i had family in rome

they would hug me an kiss me when no one would see

for i was their irish boy from sicily

*****

i grappled and scrappled with big jimmy flem

but like the messiah i passed right through him

he would have destroyed me but God sent the bell

we were both scared shitless mc cormick would tell

noontime in the schoolyard a spaniard named monk

cursed at his mother and called him a punk

the fists were a'flyin' as everyone cheered

i errored by laughing when jimmy got smeared

and when they all caught me they pissed in my hair

they pinkened my belly but i didn't care

cause deidre was waiting not far from my door

went be-hind the ga-rage and [cough/mumble]......ed until four

*******

i knelt in the booth my sins i confessed

gave detailed accounts about feeling her breast

and when the priest asked if it felt good or bad

said "nipples" were just about all that she had

prayed scores of hail marys for feeling that tit

good thing that her mom called next was her clit

worked through an indulgence for an eight hundred

pur-ga-tor-y sentence for not being queer

*******

but of all of the stories that i have to tell

it was the music that i loved so well

of kerry dancing and shule agrah

the laughter the tears must'a drove me too far

my culture my people are more than proschiut

ronzonni spaghetti or sweet candied fruit

and of all of the good things have happened to me

i once was an irish boy from sicily

**********

It all happened just that way ... really!

 

 

 

(from: "The Irishman from Sicily"

by Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather


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Well done. May we look forward to the continuation of "The Irishman from Sicily?"
Grazie per suo cento! Benvenutti!
So well written! Kudos

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Peace and Joy
Greg
If you build it, they will come.
Molto bene, Jesepppi.
:^)
Yes, CoyoteOldStyle ... there's more ... it gets a little racy but it's a fun ballad that I like to sing every Sain'Patty's Day.