The top pic is of me and Gloria who was close with the White Panthers.
I just discovered that Belle Burch and Lara Roozemond are facebook friends. This is why Lara wanted my posts off her facebook. The question I have, is Lara afraid of Belle and her anarchist friends? Did they threaten her – too? They are all there, the Sleepy People Network. Did Alley Valkyrie fill Lara in on the fake abuser site she posted me on? Did they put peer pressure on Lara? Did they doctor her Instagram? Did they get to Rena, too?
Belle friended Marilyn’s daughter. How many people have they contacted that I blogged on in order to destroy my reputation? I think Belle is insanely jealous. You can see in the photographs she liked me – a lot! I transferred my plans I had for Belle as my muse, over to Lara. If Belle had told me she was just arrested and was a radical for SLEEPS, then we would be fast friends. We would have gotten out a novel – or two! How about a Boho fashion empire?
Belle is a ferocious networker. She begs for people to give her free stuff. Once again, I bid her to make amends, and become my muse. I find it very hard to be mad at her. I love the femme fatale, the black widow, the, woman scorned. Jealousy is a lost art form. Women used to be the masters of jealousy. What happened? When you combine Lara and Belle, you get Larabelle. This will be her full name……..
Victoria Larabelle Bond
I am going to finish my Bond revival. I got my Bond Women!
On Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:34 PM, Belle Burch wrote:
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.
Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?
Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon.
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
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
There are people out there
who don’t have state IDs, passports,
social security numbers,
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*,
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
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
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
Artists are compelled to finish what they started. Despite the tragic obstacles that arose after our meeting at the Wandering Goat, I can not, and will not let anything, or anyone, get in the way of my rendering of Belle Burch, as Fair Rosamond. For fifteen years I have wondered how I would render Rosamond. When Belle first made eye-contact with me with my camera in my face, there it is! The shot! The Pose! This is Belle Rosamonde noticing King Henry for the first time at her father’s castle. This is the beginning of the most celebrated love affair of all time, because it is doomed from the start. This look puts the Rose of the World on a collision course with the Queen of the Plantegnent line, Eleanore of Aquitaine. This is the height of ‘Forbidden Love’. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
The first thing that went wrong was, Belle would not let me capture her image imitating the image she has on a window sill of a woman holding and smelling a rose. When I told her it was painted by Waterhouse, she was impressed. What Belle did not understand I was wanting to employ her in a real War of the Roses.
The truth is out. I fell in love with Belle Burch almost the moment I lay eyes on her. I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is. Belle’s Beauty can wake the dead. She has the rare combo, beauty on the inside, and out. She is every man’s dream. I knew I had captured her in this video. My angel-muse told me that’s it.
“You have the end of your book ‘Capturing Beauty’. Now go! Run away! Lest something go wrong. It will never get better than this!”
I understood there was something already wrong. Belle is twenty-three, and I am sixty-seven. However, Belle doesn’t seem to notice. Is she this much of a flirt? For sure she is a model, for almost every frame is worthy of the cover of a fashion magazine. At least I think so. Maybe I am wrong. Or, I am in love?
Night before last I had a dream. I was gently kissing Belle’s long neck like Van Clyburn playing a Chopin Nocturne. I feel her resonating, her opening up. No harm in this. Now, kiss her hand, her fingers…..I woke myself up!
For two years now, I have had a untreatable sleeping disorder. My doctor told me I stop breathing many times during the night. This happens when I go into dream state, when I dream of my youth and happier days with my family. He asked me if I have a wife, who would wake me…….if? This is why I am desperate for an heir.
I am going to erase the events of our second meeting, and the truth I might have broke Belle’s heart. Because, can it be, Belle fell in love with me…..just a little?
I will make the case for older men falling love with a young woman, and vise versa, and leave it for prosperity, just in case there is ever such a meeting again. I doubt it. I know I will never fall in love again. I know there will never be a story like this one, about a beautiful princess who awakens a king – who must do all his deep dreaming in the world wide web. Belle, is my dream come true!
Stephanie at Gyzmobite taught me how to capture frames from our video. Artists have long owned this ability. Now, we are alone. Just my muse, my blue vase holding my brushes, and…..The Insprired One!
This is what I wanted. This, and nothing more.