SLEEPING BELLE

 

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Holy cow! I upstaged the Changling, Alley Valkyrie!  I stole her limelight! I made the front page! What a coup! There is Poetic Justice in the world! I got real Star Quality! How could the camerawoman for KVAL -resist turning her lense on me!

“Oh my God! Is that Hemmingway? Did he bring his big fish?’

“What kind of man and poet would I be if I didn’t fall in love with a beautiful woman with an old bullet in her leg? “

Every dog has their day! It always pays to face your fears! If this link does not work go to main page.

http://www.kval.com/news/local/Homeless-advocates-rally-speak-to-city-council–327623961.html?tab=video&c=y

http://www.kval.com/

Joaquin, and George Miller, took part in the City Beautiful Movement that created Fairmont, a city that got swallowed up by Eugene. Fair is another word for Beautiful. There is going to be a political price for the Radical Ugly Homeless Movement that is taking over major cities. The homeless have to get in the face of the Selfish Suburbia Movement run by evangelicals who have captured Jesus. Go capture their tax-cutting churches. Camp in their parking lot every Sunday, and demand they stop butchering the Social Safety Net. I will prove Jesus was all for Social Justice, and Social Security, when it comes to the needy and the poor. I have come to take Jesus from those neo-Confederate voters in the Red States. I found the Truth in that Ken Kesey mural rendered to beautify downtown Springfield.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_Beautiful_movement

Here is the Ugly Dream For American Cities that thirty million Republican Evangelical Voters – pray for! Why pay taxes to help the poor and homeless in the cites, when Jesus wants them all destroyed? They want tax cuts so they can have more money to go shopping – until Doomsday!

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/09/24/cage-star-in-left-behind/

SLEEPS is a secular and legalistic mob that does not appeal to Christian Charity that has worked for two thousand years. They demand secular governmental laws go out of its way to give them – a way of life – or they will pee in the entry of every business downtown. They are gathering votes for Republicans. Most of the homeless don’t vote. Everything has victimized them. They are cutting their own throats.

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While Alley Valkyrie went before the Mayor of Eugene, and her Camera Crew, I am outside talking to a young woman who would tell me she descends from folks in Bohemia. Like Belle, she puts the name Royal Rosamond in her cellphone. I gasp!

“I used that broken mirror image in a poem I wrote. Amazing that you found this image too.”

I thought she had used that shattered mirror for her WWW pic when you log in.

“Oh. No. My screen is cracked!”

Grimm named His Sleeping Beauty Princess ‘Rosamond’. My autobiography I have been authoring for fifteen years is titled ‘Capturing Beauty’.   I might retitle it

FROM THE GUTTER AND IN YOUR FACE “The amazing story of two creative silbings born in a terribly dysfunctional home. One would become a world famous artist who signed her images of beautiful women ‘Rosamond’.

But, then I might author a biography of Alley Valkyrie…..

FROM THE GUTTER AND IN YOUR FACE “The amazing story of how a vender at the Saturday Market became more powerful than the Mayor of Eugene, as told by her bitter enemy, Jon Presco, because her close friends were afraid to make her Enemy List. Jon was at the top of that list, and thus only he can tell the true story of the Fairy Witch of the Sleeping Kingdom.”

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/06/26/kevin-my-anarchist-neighbor-2/

Check out this old post, and tell me my story is not being dictated by a Higher Power! This may be the supreme tale of Venus in retrograde, and thus – it is written in the stars! Are these some of the Six Elves of Belle, that Valkyrie threatened me with?

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Note that Alley takes a strand of her hair in my last post, and twists it. She feels my gaze.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall.”

Disney came out with a series like this story. I made a peace offering to Alley, and she threw it in my face. She is convince she is on track and on the right path. This is fatal for all radicals, because they lose their sense of play, their theatre, their sense of humor, and become Dark Victims who hate my Muse. She grows older, while I become younger. Did she attend an accredited Fari college?

Youth always make this one mistake, they think they own all the magic, and thus the pot at the end of the rainbow. But, they fail to see the magical leprechaun trickster, holding up this sign;

“NOT SO FAST”

It’s a poetry contest, to reborn Hellen Venus!  It is never too late to make a Creative Reconciliation.

Look! Is that the Swan Knight? Do not ask after his name, and from whom he descend.

I inherited the position as the ‘Awakener’ the day Meher Baba died. Of all the arduous tasks and quests, this is the Impossible One. We find a truth, and take it to bed like a beloved old Teddy Bear. And, as you clutch it, your name becomes, Rip Van Winkle.

You own the right to – WAKE UP!

 

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https://rosamondpress.com/2015/01/08/kevin-belle-and-the-gambit/

Belle was not born when I met Amelie at Café Romano. It was Sunday morning. She had been crying. I could not take my eyes off her. She caught me looking into her soul. We talked. She looked like Belle. She was Kevin and Sarena’s good friend. She had me feel the bullet in her leg that she got on an island. She sailed there with her father who was a marijuana smuggler. She was born in a castle in France. We began to write a poem together, called Gambit. It was about two souls who get glimpses of each other thru knotholes in a cosmic fence. There is a dual world. Nancy Hamren knew of Amelie.

“My father was a pirate. We sailed a fifty foot sailboat across the Atlantic full of bales of marijuana. These black gangsters tried to hijack the shipment. We (fifteen year old Amily, and her parents) ran down the pier with them shooting guns at us. I was struck in the leg. We dare not go to a doctor. Se, we left it in. Feel.”

If only Belle had told me she and her eleven (dwarfs) were arrested four days before we met. All the street kids knew I had a crush on Amelie. What kind of man and poet would I be if I didn’t fall in love with a beautiful woman with an old bullet in her leg? My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, used to camp on Anacapa Island with Dashiel Hammet, and other members of the Black Mask.

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/12/04/black-mask-authors-2/

 

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I am opposed to SLEEPS attaching their cause to the 8th. Amendment, because it is all about them, and not about – JUSTICE FOR ALL. I told the young woman at Wayne Morris Plaza, not to sell yourself, and the cause, short. She was with ‘Black Lives Matter’.

“I am promoting Social Justice – for all – that should have been written into the Constitution by the Founding Fathers.”

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Kevin was my neighbor for ten years. We lived next door to each other at the Stoner apartment building on 19th. Kevin would invite me to radical events. Here he is in a photo with Ambrose, Belle’s boyfriend. In the top photo we see Belle with Ambrose and his radical friends. When you go after someone you do not know, best see who his, or her, friends are.

Kevin and I had mutual friends going back to 1987. I lived in a quad and my neighbor was the King of the Punkers, many who were homeless. The young women would come knock on my door as I typed away, they wanting me to help them with their woes. I was forty-one. They called me Mr. Green Jeans. When my bank kicked them off the wall they sat on on 13th. I withdrew my money. I went to a late night punk concert, all the time attending Serenity Lane.

Kevin’s girlfriend, Serena, had been my good friend. We use to talk for hours at the café Romano. She was homeless half the time. She was a writer and a poet. She was a street waif and punker. When 60 Minutes did a segment on Eugene’s Anarchists, they wanted her on their show, because she was known as ‘The Queen of the Anarchist’. She lay low. Who was the King?

http://www.lostateminor.com/2014/04/08/sunsets-look-like-stained-glass-art-captured-shattered-mirrors/

On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:

Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.

Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.

I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.

Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?

I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.

Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”

I was going to take her on as my apprentice. I had to comment on the fact Belle is bar-hopping while sleeping in a tent with the homeless. Who gave her this money? Here is ‘Gambit’ the poem I extracted from Amelie and my effort, followed by Belle’s poem. It is a continuance, a parallel poem. Belle is welcome to continue her lessons. We all make mistakes.

Note the knothole in the name Amelia.

Amelia is a female given name. It is a variant of Amalia, derived from the Germanic word amal meaning ‘work’, ‘industrious’ and ‘fertile’. The variant form Amelie is derived from the French equivalent, Amélie. Diminutive forms include Amy, Emma, Milly and Mel.

Gambit

Remember when it was her turn
to be brave
How she reveled in her chance
to play
in the dance of the sunsets

How wild her eyes
in this juggling act
Full of sea-set waves
of her hand
that withdrew every dove
from your reluctant heart

What she did with your promises
stacking the old moments on edge
Daring you now
to recognize your life without her
Becoming afraid of her.

The new promises made
met with a hush
in the coming night
in the failing light
she came for her victory kiss
No more conjuring ways
all the doves
were asleep in her arms

From the land
a warm breeze
wrapped her long hair
around your embrace
while the new rumor
and web play
refrains of whispering strings
touching the back of your neck
Now afraid for her.

For we have all lost
the best things owned
The longest memories are made
in the dance of the broken sunsets
And perhaps brave?
Who alone would know
Being afraid
with her

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by Belle Burch

Last night I fell
asleep in a tent on the concrete
in front of city hall
to the sounds of a quiet radio-
some show about the Bermuda Triangle.
How things, people
disappear there.
Whether or not it exists.
Interviews with people
who believed in it,
interviews with people
who didn’t. Its history.
Amelia Earhart. (Airheart?)
It seemed to go on
for centuries.
There are people out there
who don’t have state IDs, passports,
birth certificates,
social security numbers,
who technically
legally
don’t exist.
The faeries who put people
to sleep for 100 years must live there
in that West Atlantic Vortex.
I got lost in it,
like Rip Van Winkle*,
and woke
to a changed world.
I texted a lover in New Orleans,
‘I’m stuffing almonds into a banana,
around my neck is a red bandana
and I love you.’ It was all true.
I walked through what is known
in Eugene as the Barmuda Triangle,
the magical trine of Luckey’s,
Horsehead and Jameson’s downtown.
If you order food at Jameson’s,
it gets run across the street
from Horsehead.
Luckey’s has the best pool tables,
and a fantastic little Mexican foodcart lovechild
that only accepts cash.
At the Horsehead,
there is a touch screen machine
where you get to choose
what music is being played.
You pay money for this privilege.
If you pay more money,
your songs get played
first.
This is a triangle
you can only get lost in
if you’re a real person.

* bandana around my eyes to keep the
blazing orange streetlights out

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Since the 15th century, Lady Justice has often been depicted wearing a blindfold. The blindfold represents objectivity, in that justice is or should be meted out objectively, without fear or favour, regardless of money, wealth, power, or identity; blind justice and impartiality. The earliest Roman coins depicted Justitia with the sword in one hand and the scale in the other, but with her eyes uncovered.[5] Justitia was only commonly represented as “blind” since about the end of the 15th century. The first known representation of blind Justice is Hans Gieng‘s 1543 statue on the Gerechtigkeitsbrunnen (Fountain of Justice) in Berne

Here is the rival biographer who stole my family story while my family was asleep.

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What a great injustice. Fair Rosamond was captured and put in the center of a maze. She was found by the clue of the rouge thread. I followed this clue the Belle Burch whose mother and father had built a maze – with musical ritual!

It’s here! In the Emerald Valley, the Labyrinth the Dactyls built on Crete – long ago! No one, who now knows, can escape……The Greatest Archetypal Story Ever Told!

Go back and edit Belle’s poem. End it at “woke to a changed world.”

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/04/22/capturing-belle-in-labyrinth/

EUGENE, Ore. – Homeless rights activists made some noise Monday night as they rallied, marched, and called upon the Eugene City Councilors to change their policy when it comes to illegal camping.

But after all the rallying, city councilors didn’t have much to say. However, they did hear public comment from 67 people, most of whom are homeless rights activists. In a memo last week, Mayor Piercy called upon city council to address the issue of homelessness in Eugene and said appropriate services must be provided to those in need.

“I’m calling all of you out, alright? You know the problem with the homeless. Why can’t you do something about it?” said Leslie Robnett.

Julie Lambert is homeless like many others. She lost her place in April.

“I was out helping to feed the homeless on a wet and rainy night and I slipped and suffered a traumatic brain injury and broke my shoulder,” she said. “I was unable to work.”

Lambert lost her job and now spends her days trying to find short, temporary work and a place to sleep. She also tries to schedule doctors’ appointments.

“It’s very difficult to find a job, for example, and make your doctor appointments when… with the head injury, I need to take care of that. That’s far more important, okay? But they won’t let me settle down, have a place to sleep,” she said.

City Police recently issued Julie a $1,000 fine for illegal camping.

“If I had $1,000, I don’t think that that would be my first choice to sleep,” she said.

Monday night, Jean Stacey and other homeless rights activists presented city council with a list of demands.

“Tonight we’re confronting city council and demanding that they stop their unconstitutional enforcement of the camping laws,” Stacey said.

They also demanded they follow the lead of other cities, like Salt Lake City, or Los Angeles. Eight years ago, the Jones v. The City of L.A. suit, resulted in the construction of 1,250 new units.

“And it said that if you don’t have enough shelter, you cannot penalize or criminalize them for conduction those activities that they have to conduct to stay alive, such as sleeping,” Stacey said.

For people like Megan Ludwig, of Nightingale Health Sanctuary, those extra units are exactly what the city needs.

“Its success has shown, many people have moved out, have found jobs, are in college. It shows that this is working,” she said.

City Council made no decisions Monday about whether or not to enforce illegal camping citations.

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1 Response to SLEEPING BELLE

  1. Reblogged this on rosamondpress and commented:

    Belle inquires about my penname, Ambrose, which I googled after she said her lover was named Ambrose. I discovered she has been arrested. There is a photo of her hands upon which someone has written a message, like a SPELL. On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:

    Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.

    Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.

    I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.

    Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?

    I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.

    Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”

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