The Last Muse


There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.” 
~ Sappho

With the rebirth of ‘Daughter Dead’ we have arrived at The Dance of the Last Muse. Belle Burch has the honors to do the last dance that takes the Creative Souls out of here. This is The End. What people do not understand, is, I am not a young man. There is no time left to go shopping for a New Muse, which to most means, I want to get laid, I want to grab more pussy.

The young are buy-off-the-shelf,consumers who do not care to know how things are made. They don’t have a clue how artists, make, brand, and label just about everything. When I go to google news, I see articles on Godzilla, Star Wars, The Labyrinth, Beauty and the Beast, and, the latest Dan Brown flick. I have covered these subjects, over and over. There is talk about a Jane Bond. This blog is ripe for ideas for her character development.

My model for Marilyn, was Amily. She was a good friend of Sarena, who was the lover of Kevin. They were the King and Queen of the Anarchists back in the late 80s. Kevin is seen in a photo with Ambrose Holtham-Keathly, who got arrested with Belle. Amily was born in a castle in France. She had me feel the bullet in her leg put there when her father got into a shootout with bad homres who tried to hijack his sailboat full of marijuana. She spoke perfect French, like Belle. I shared the complete works of Anotonin Artaud with her and other street waifs that crashed at Bennet’s quad located next to mine on 16th. Street. I told Nancy of my infatuation. Amily and I co-auhtored a unfinished play ‘Gambit’, that I later turned into a poem.

The Bundy Tresspassers were found NOT GUILTY in a courthouse in Portland. These are right-wing Christians who believe Jesus The Muse deeded America to White Europeans, and thus belongs to White Christians. Here is another Cultural High Noon. Look for Trump and his Naked Teen Money Slaves to pay tribute to the Bundy Boys of God-Jesus!

Bob Dylan won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature which goes with my idea that Lucia Joyce and Artaud take peyote and end up at the Filmore of the future, dancing to the Grateful Dead. Charles Shield, laughed at my vision, not knowing that Lucia had a thing for Thomas Beckett who considered himself a student of Artaud’s ‘Theatre of the Absurd’ What an validation, that I will rub Shield’s nose in till the day I drop dead, because, he leads a writer’s guild that sets a false standard that Dylan’s prize – shatters!.

Dylan and Artaud were/are geniuses at reinventing themselves. Compare Artaud’s ‘Theatre of Cruelty’ to Mary Robbin’s ‘El Paso’. Dylan went Western with The Band. ‘Lay Lady Lay’ is surreal Country Western song. Lucia is ‘The Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowland’ who waits in mental hospital for Beckett to come free her – with a Declaration of Love. The French were among the first to Colonize America.

I am going to try to sell ‘The Last Muse’ to Hollywood, where Time Travelers are worshipped, and where, we are eternally young.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016

Lucy in the Sky with Starship



On December 29, 2013, I posted this on the Facebook of Charles J. Shield who wrote ‘And so it goes’ the biography of Kurk Vonnegut, my idol…..

“If Lucia had her way, she would go with a Dance Drama, a tale of how a classic Anglo-Saxon novel is assimilated into the Hippie Dance Music Culture. The Grateful Dead will do Finnagan’s Wake, and, here come the Lucettes! Turn down volume on India dance and leave Love song.”

Joyce started to show signs of mental illness in 1930, a year after she began casually dating the twenty-three year old Samuel Beckett, then a junior lecturer in English at the Ecole normale supérieure in Paris. In May 1930 while her parents were in Zurich, she invited Beckett to dinner, hoping “to press him into some kind of declaration.”[11] He flatly rejected her, explaining that he was only interested in her father and his writing. In his biography of James Joyce, Gordon Bowker argues that the underlying reasons for the rejection were Beckett’s keen awareness of the “strong unfulfilled erotic bond between Lucia and her father” and her need to find “a genius father-substitute”, together with “her predilection for unprotected sex.”[12]

The Swedish Academy stunned the world when it awarded folk singer Bob Dylan the Nobel Prize in Literature two weeks ago. Dylan, 75, became one of the first musicians ever to be awarded the prize, and the first American in more than 20 years to have the honor bestowed on him. A member of the academy lauded him for consistently “reinventing himself” over the span of his career.

The decision to give the prize to the Blowin’ in the Wind singer garnered appreciation in some corners, and sparked upset in others. But both camps were aggravated—if not surprised—by Dylan’s deafening silence about it. After efforts to make contact with Dylan failed, the Academy called his non-response “impolite and arrogant.”

The New York Times speculated that Dylan was channeling philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, who a half-century ago rejected his Nobel Prize in Literature, insisting that any self-respecting writer must “refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution, even if this occurs under the most honorable circumstances.”…/05/21/love-dance-6-4/

On Christmas Day, my Muse, Rena, wrote me a four page letter that she mailed on January 3rd. I opened this letter on January 9th. and wept tears of joy. I feared she might be dead. Tomorrow, the four page letter I wrote will be opened by the woman who had a profound influence on my life, and the life of my late sister, for after Christine saw a photo of the painting I did of my Muse, she took up art.

Rena studied classical ballet, jazz, modern dance, and tap. She attended the Academy of Washington Ballet, the London School of Contemporary Dance, and studied and apprenticed with Susan Alexander, former principal dancer with the Royal Ballet. If Rena would accept I would like her to be the principal choreographer for ‘Love Dance’

‘Love Dance’ was conceived while I was on the train going south to visit my daughter and grandson. I believe this was 2010. I was playing a cassette tape I had ‘The Best of Love’. All of a sudden I am a young man dancing in this musical with Rena Christensen who I learned five years earlier was a dancer and choreographer. I played this tape several times as I visualized what this tribute to Rock and Dance would look like.

This suggestion got some response that appeared to mock me. One of Charles’ friends suggested this ‘far-out’ idea be kept for the archives. When I told Marilyn about the response, and how I later found out Vonnegut met with the Jefferson Starship in 1971 to discuss incorporating Kurt’s ideas into their music project, she told me that Jeff Pasternak had given her a call, and wanted her advice. Jeff was writing a play, and his female character needed a cathartic experience. Jeff could not come up with anything. neither could Marilyn.

This was January 2. We were at the Granary where I read some of my poems, while Marilyn’s husband’s Jazz band accompanied me. The next day, Rena mailed her letter.

Marilyn’s sister co-authored ‘Fela’ that is now a hit in New York. Bryan’s song was inspired by what I said to him when he asked me for advice about the relationship he was having with Christine who had a relationship with my friend from England that resembles the movie ‘Across the Universe’. The last time I saw Rena was when we went and saw ‘Yellow Submarine’ in Lincoln Nebraska.

It appears that Vonnegut was asked to contribute to ‘Blows Against the Empire’. This Broadway Musical is writing itself. I posted the following on the 28 and 29th.

Greg Presco: Charles, I hope I am not stepping on any toes, here. Were you thinking of authoring Lucia Joyce’s biography. I just googled her and her father and his work. My grandfather, whom I never met, was a poet, and when I began authoring poetry (while in a trance) at twelve, my mother and aunts became alarmed because they were bid to loathe their father. I wrote this poem a year ago to a young woman who worked at Starbucks. I read it with an Irish brogue.

Greg Presco” Charles has lobbed some balls across my plate with his steam motorcycle and Joyce. In my un-finished novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ the last hippie of the future channels a Nazi whose love for wood-burning cars allows him to get near the hard-water German is making, and helps sabotage the plants. These A-bombs would be delivered with V2 rockets. My ex had shown my Pynchon’s books, but, I found them a hard read.

Greg Presco: My other grandmother was a friend of Joaquin Miller and lived up the road from Gertrude Stein. Her best friend was an Isadora Duncan freak.…/viola-duncan-of…/

Greg Presco: Finding herself stuck between two droll and dusty bookends, two avant guard writers who expect at least one avant absurd poem from her, Lucia finds her breakout moment when she meets Antonin Artaud at the Moulin Rouge. Back at his garret they do mescaline together, in the form of Peyote buds Antonin has brought back from his trip to the States where he witnessed the Ghost Dance. Teaching her some of the moves, Lucia goes into a trance and into the future. In her vision quest she finds herself on the dance floor of the Filmore West gyrating to the Grateful Dead. The first Dead Head is born!

Originally published in France under the title ‘Les Tarahumaras’ (1947), ‘The Peyote Dance’ by Antonin Artaud describes the author’s experiences with Peyote and the Tarahumara in Mexico, in 1936. Written over twelve years and covering Artaud’s stay at a psychiatric hospital in Rodez, the book is an important work of drug literature, so far as it provides an intriguing discourse on a possible essential value in psychedelic drugs.

rtaud’s assertion is so explicit that it can be taken as a veritable declaration of principles, especially when one considers the fact that his text “On the Balinese Theater” was, of all the articles collected in The Theater and Its Double, the first to be written. The last to be written, on the other hand, was the emblematically titled “Oriental and Western Theater,” written in December 1936, shortly before Artaud’s departure for Mexico. All the other texts in The Theater and Its Double fall in between, from “Metaphysics and the Mise-en-Scène” (December 1931) and “The Alchemical Theater” (September 1932) to “The Theater of Cruelty (First Manifesto)” (October 1932) and “Theater and the Plague” (April 1933).






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  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Yesterday, Donald did Uncle Samaclaus at a Farmer’s Ho-down, then, went to a college football game so he could sing the national anthem and show the world he’s not afraid of big bad and black pro-players. This is High Noon.

    Leonnig reports that Trump is eager to sit down with Mueller’s team in an effort to clear his name, but his lawyers are understandably more cautious. They would like to set parameters for the discussion and possibly respond to certain questions via written answers, as former president Ronald Reagan did with Iran-contra.

    In her letter Rena said I was “left-leaning” and bid me not to be hard on ranchers. The Pussy Grabbing Party’ was real nice to ranchers, and is treating them with kid gloves.
    “The bill is very positive for agriculture,” Wolff said. “Farmers and ranchers were very vocal about telling their members of Congress what was important to them.”
    How many farmers and ranchers are there in America?………….20,000!

    Who saw this coming? The cost to the taxpayers to police the wild ideas of these armed men, must be enormous. They should be sued to recover costs.
    “The county should be recognized as the seat of power for the people, and the sheriff is to be the “ONLY LEGAL LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!” all healthy men between the ages of eighteen and forty-five who are not in the military could be mobilized into a posse comitatus to redress their grievances, Gale explained.

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