I had great plans for my daughter and then for Belle Burch, after my daughter bonded with a Tea Party Grunt and called me a “parasite”. My daughter and her lover were enraged because I didn’t direct them to the Rosamond Gallery to get the key to their brand mew Mercedes from Stacey.
“If you look in the trunk there are three suitcases full of cash. In the glove compartment are five credit cards and tickets to Monte Carlo. This is your Lucky Day – Enjoy!”
My daughter, Heather Hanson, not once called me up to ask how my treatment for prostate cancer was going. Belle asks, but, she is trying to get me to send her all my personal information to her in e-mails so she can rip my novels off. When she called me after I gave hee my number in Kesey Square, I told her she is my Heir. She squealed with joy. I wiah I had not used that word for she had a couple of days to think about, and, talk to others about it, who summized it would not be a good idea to tell me she is a radical member of SLEEPS.
Belle, and her allies, understood I played a weak and needy hand. They saw ways they could take advantage of me, after all, in their mind I promised them money. I asked her to be my co-author – and do some work. Money is what most people want. They see poor artists being exploited by hustlers, and hey want in on that action. That’s where the big money is!
Last week, I sent two e-mails to the Aileen Getty Foundation informing them that I am kin to the Getty family via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. I sent proof. People with gobs of money are leary of poor people claiming they are their kin, because, you might want some money. I informed Aileen she is kin to Ian Fleming, a fact she and Liz did not know. This is valuable to all members of the Getty family.
What I was going to show Aileen, and her family, that complains Hollywood has done them wrong, is, Jesus was Moabite who descend from Lot and his wife. The Moabites were allied with the Israelites and had a huge falling out. The Scribes slandered the Moabites by saying they were sodomites. Jesus may have reversed this Injustice, but, that didn’t get recorded. As a Artist and Prophet – who has no money – Aileen Getty will pretend she is ignoring me. Perhaps I will die soon, and, having no Heir, all I worked hard at, will be up for grabs. And, so it goes! This is why Trump is the President of the United States. He is The Supreme Taker and Con Man. He is what most people want to be.
When I beheld the mural ‘Lady Luck’ I was reminded of the image I had of Belle, up against that metal Pepsi sign. I debated about saying this, because, Belle can attach herself to my creativity and – get money! The rule is, never give souls lime me money!
I gave Belle that blue bicycle you see up against the fence at another Whoville. I gave it to her in exchange for modeling. When I found out she was arrested with members of SLEEPS, I canceled that session. She concealed who she IS, then wanted me to give her more personal information. She said that was wrong on the phone.
Mr. Money bags stiffed Andy Warhol. The Getty family amassed one of the largest art collections in the world. I am President of Royal Rosamond Press ‘A Newspaper For The Arts’. We are kin to Rosamond Clifford.
John Presco
Copyright 2018
Vision
Aileen Getty established the Aileen Getty Foundation with the mission to cultivate a community where everyone is able to thrive and experience a sense of belonging. The Foundation takes a unique approach, trying to do the right thing, rather than focusing narrowly on metrics. In this way, the we seek to change the way we approach giving.
https://www.jpost.com/Israel-News/Jerusalem-Pride-Theres-so-much-work-to-be-done-here-563969
Rabinowitz spent more than 30 years working for an AIDS service organization in New York at the height of the epidemic, an experience that inspired her work for the LGBT community later on.
“The work that I did, especially in the AIDS community, made it even clearer to me… that the bias against gay men, especially in that period, was so visceral that this would be work we would have to carry on after the epidemic,” she said.
As the development director of the Open House for Pride and Tolerance, Rabinowitz said she often saw religious youths, both Jewish and Arab, who were terrified to come out to their families, an admission that is far less traumatic in the US.
“What we learned is that people just want respect, and the young people just want to feel safe,” Rabinowitz said.
The term is derived from the Ecclesiastical Latin peccatum Sodomiticum or “sin of Sodom”, which in turn comes from the Ancient Greek word Σόδομα (Sódoma).[8] Genesis (chapters 18–20) tells how God wished to destroy the “sinful” cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Two angels are invited by Lot to take refuge with his family for the night. The men of Sodom surround Lot’s house and demand that he bring the messengers out so that they may “know” them (the expression includes sexual connotations). Lot protests that the “messengers” are his guests and offers the Sodomites his virgin daughters instead, but then they threaten to “do worse” with Lot than they would with his guests. Then the angels strike the Sodomites blind, “so that they wearied themselves to find the door.” (Genesis 19:4-11, KJV)
https://rosamondpress.com/2018/07/09/mary-morton-rosemond-of-iowa/
Capturing Belle in Labyrinth
I just discovered Belle’s mother, Catherine Vandertuin, brought Gamelan music to the UofO. My surrogate daughter studied this music, and played it when she attended the UofO. Her uncle, Ron Ramus taught Tai Chi here. Belle’s father, Jeffrey Burch, introduced a Labyrinth Walk that was accompanied by Belle’s mother.
My autobiography is about making my way into the center of Rosamond’s Labyrinth, where I find her, Mon Belle. Belle Burch is at the epicenter. In Friday she will pose for my rendition of Belle Rosamonde in the Labyrinth.
It is uncanny to discover this Labyrinth Walk conducted by Belle’s mother and father whom she talked about briefly. This post shows two painting of Fair Rosamond being found via the clue of the red thread. The Rosamond cote of arms depicts a weaving needle made into a cross with two roses to the side.
Belle’s mother died nine years ago when my muse was fourteen. There is something being reborn here, are awoken. The Descent of Innana (1997) is like Pan’s Labyrinth. (2005). “There will be signs.”
“Catherine brought Javanese gamelan music to Eugene in 1992 with the founding of Gamelan Nuju Laras, well known for accompanying labyrinth walks created by her partner, Jeff Burch.”
Catherine
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/19/interview-with-a-muse/
The Real Estate Show
“The artists were experiencing firsthand an involuntary pastime neighborhood folk have been long familiar with: being cast out onto the street by indifferent interests, whether from private or public sectors. “We’re nomads,” says video artist Mitch Corber. “We’ve got nowhere to go. We deserve a place. We spotted it. No one was there.”
An hour after I posted my blog ‘Interview With A Muse’, I called my friend, Chris Wandel, in New York. I caught her in a cab in New York City waiting for her boyfriend, Stefan Ein. He was picking up a work of art to take to the reunion of ‘The Real Estate Show’ that Stefan helped organize in 1980. My muse, Belle Burch, was not even born yet.
“The Real Estate Show was all about the way money controls where and how people live in New York City in general, and the Lower East Side in particular.”
When Stefan got in the cab, Chris put him on the phone. We talked about the show, and about me coming to New York for a visit. I mentioned my new muse, and how I was studying the real estate of Eugene in order to stop the UofO from destroying fifteen houses that are on the lost city of Fairmount. He is going to see about getting a place for me to stay when I come visit.
Stefan has stayed in a shelter for the homeless, and now has a permanent place. He met Chris in at a renters meeting. Chris’s landlord was trying to throw my friend of 47 years out on the street. Stefan came to her rescue and helped fix up her small studio in the Village that is a small museum today! He also used his influence in a legal manner. Stefan is a world-famous artist who founded Fashion MODA. Above is a photo of bolt cutters radical artists used to take over a building on Delancy Street.
When I called Chris and told her Belle had alas called me back, she asked me to let her know how our meeting went. Chris was my first lover. We lived with the Loading Zone in a large Victorian in Oakland. The lead guitarist, Peter Shapiro, played at the first acid test at the Longshoreman’s Hall in 1965. Chris and Peter were lovers, and then Chris and my best friend, Keith Pruvis, were close. After beholding me doing a large painting of a woman by the sea, Chris had to have me. After we became lovers, the band evicted us. We went to live on Mount Tamalpias in a tent for a couple of weeks. Chris makes camp coffee, the way I taught her.
Chris wants me and Belle to form a bond, as does Marilyn, my first girlfriend who I have known for 51 years. We are not being lose. We are still a small circle of friends who share unique values. Keith is a British subject. The movie ‘Across the Universe’ is a movie we lived for real.
I told Belle yesterday how come we met. I went to the Art Walk and noticed a group of homeless people in Ken Keasey Square. I wondered why I was avoiding them. I surmised I was still grieving for my homeless friend who died a year ago after we worked hard to end his homelessness. When I walked into that square, my camera was recording the event. Then, I saw Belle. I loved the way she was communicating with everyone. When I told her I was going to make her an heir to the Bohemian History I was authoring, she got very excited! When I told Chris about Belle, she stopped me;
“What do you mean Ken Keasey Square? You got a square that honors an acid-head?
You don’t know how good you got it out there!”
I told Chris about the homeless people. Twelve were arrested days before I met Belle. There is a photograph I found on the internet that haunts me. A message is scrawled on the hands of a faceless woman. These hands belong to a young woman, and are very beautiful.
Yesterday Belle says;
“You are a radical artist! I was beginning to think I was the only one!”
Tomorrow, on Easter Sunday I will found the church of the homeless, and the Bohemian College.
Jon Presco
stefan.eins@oneunoeins.com
To Me
Jan 20
Hi,
The picture of your Muse looks like Christine. Your email – to me – below refers to Stefan and Chris (!), I thought the end of your autobiography might be you actually visiting New York and joining me and Chris having a magical time. How about it? After all: you found your muse! Tootle-oo!
Stefan Eins
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/19/interview-with-a-muse/
http://98bowery.com/return-to-the-bowery/abcnorio-the-real-estate-show.php
With its similarities to movements going on more south, Eins partnered with art collective Colab, putting on the infamous Times Square Show in 1080, and Now Gallery, which showed uptown graffiti to the downtown scene (an actual big deal pre-internet!)
The exterior was painted by Crash, and the gallery itself was largely present during the evolution of hip hop.
During the time that John and Charlie Ahearn were making art amongst the neighborhoods in the South Bronx, Stefan Eins opened up Fashion Moda Gallery. As many galleries in the Lower East Side did, Fashion Moda was experimental- and openly mixed genres and movements. Artists like Keith Haring, David Wojnarowicz, Jane Dickson, Jenny Holzer, Kenny Scharf, Ahearn and Daze all showed there.
http://art-nerd.com/newyork/fashion-moda/
The Real Estate Show
By Lehmann Weichselbaum, East Village Eye, 1980
Most of us missed the New Year’s Eve party at 123 Delancey Street hard by the Williamsburg Bridge, where 35 artists as the Committee for the Real Estate Show (CRES) were sneaking a preview for the New Year’s opening of what was to be a two-week exhibit. The Real Estate Show was all about the way money controls where and how people live in New York City in general, and the Lower East Side in particular. Artworks in every conceivable medium dealt with facts such as arson in the neighborhood, local alternate energy proposals, and the media blackout on what exactly the city is doing to low-income neighborhoods.
The show, several weeks in the planning, was consciously geared to the space that was to contain it.
The city-owned storefront at 123 Delancey — built as a factory showroom in 1916, last used as a federal Model Cities office but having lain vacant for over a year — had been invaded and commandeered by CRES on December 30 after what they claim to be a year of long and frustrating campaigning to rent the property for an exhibition space from officials of the Department of Housing Preservation and Development (HPD).
The squatter artists spent the next couple of days cleaning the windows, clearing the trash, fixing the plumbing, turning the heat on and putting up the show in preparation for the New Year’s Eve preview. On New Year’s Day the show was officially opened to the public, even as artists continued bringing in their work.
On the morning of January 2, artists discovered the storefront padlocked from the inside, their work locked within. Phone calls revealed it to be the doing of HPD. The Real Estate Show had been open exactly one day. Its basic ideological premise — that artists, working people, and the poor are systematically screwed out of decent places to exist in — could not have been brought home with more brutal irony.
The artists were experiencing firsthand an involuntary pastime neighborhood folk have been long familiar with: being cast out onto the street by indifferent interests, whether from private or public sectors. “We’re nomads,” says video artist Mitch Corber. “We’ve got nowhere to go. We deserve a place. We spotted it. No one was there.”
For their part, HPD officials — fronted by Assistant to the Commissioner Edgar Kulkin and Executive Administrator for the Deputy Commissioner to the Office of Property Management Denny Kelly — insisted they had other, bigger plans for the site. First, they said, three merchants had a prior claim on it (even though it had been allowed to stand empty for so long). Then, they said, it was part of a wide swath of neighborhood slated for demolition in nine months to make way for an ambitious combination of low-income housing project, shopping mall and senior-citizen center.
But what seemed to irk the bureaucrats most was that the artists finally broke the rules they’d been playing by, patiently and unsuccessfully, for months.
“You blew it,” charged Kelly at one of the many meetings between both sides. “You illegally entered a city building.”
Yet even here, the artists tilted closer to conciliation than confrontation. They offered to rent the place for just two weeks, promising to close the show and be out by January 22. “We had hoped they would go on with reopening the space, helping us, joining us to present an informational display about their plans in the area,” says Alan Moore. “They saw it as a challenge not an invitation.”
But HPD was losing face while it was scoring points. Less than flattering reports began to appear in the local papers. Lower East Side residents plainly liked what the artists were up to.
HPD did give artist representatives a list of other city-managed property in the area, all of which proved to be too small, decrepit or both. The artists still had hopes that HPD would let them back into 123 Delancey in time for a press conference CRES had called for noon, January 8.
At the appointed hour, the artists, accompanied by German artist Joseph Beuys, found reporters from the New York Times, Soho News, and the Eye, HPD officials — scurrying from street to their heated city car and back again — and a handful of cops guarding the doors. Nobody was getting in (except for two artists who somehow managed to sneak in before being gently escorted out by police). The press conference was called off in favor of standing around in the cold, pondering the next step. The notion of storming the building to invite arrest was ultimately shrugged off. The confrontation fizzled, at least for that day.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Across_the_Universe_(film)
Interview With a Muse
Yesterday, at three, my Muse-To-Be entered the Wandering Goat, and stood before me. I was seated at a table for two, and two young men were helping me get my computer on the free wifi. Belle spoke;
“Is this a kneeling party. May I join in?”
When Belle knelt (before me) the young men looked up to see this beautiful young woman of twenty-three, and, they quietly moved away.
And, there she stood, after putting this giant blue skateboard in the corner. I could not move as I took her in. Belle was letting me see her face bathed in a soft light. She had on her angel face and was letting her light-blue angel eyes send a force of energy my way.
“Well?” I heard her say without moving her lips, and I now rose, came close to her, and gave her a long gentle hug. She did the same.
After saying I thought I would never see her again, I dished out my first compliment;
“I love your hat!”
Belle was in her tough-dude outfit, I assume to go with her skateboard. Her shoulders were bare, and her black trousers were tapered a foot above her shoes. On her left wrist she had this wrist-band, a kerchief. I was reminded of Christine’s painting ‘Gamine’ who is a Waif. This was an oil-wash, a style I developed when I was seventeen, that Rosamond asked me about in regards to how to keep the oil from drying too quickly so you can work it longer. This young girl was inspired by Tatum O’Neil who starred with her father in Paper Moon.
My friend Bryan McLean introduced me to Ryan at University High School. Bryan had dated Liza Minelli, and learned to swim in Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor’s pool, who I discovered was my kindred seven years ago. Carrie Fisher is also my relative who wrote a screenplay about Christine Rosamond, she not knowing they were related. What these women constitute – along with Mary Magdalene Rosamond and her four beautiful Rosamond daughters – is the Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood.
Here is an article that ties Princess Leiah’s hair buns to a Pre-Raphaelite painting.
http://preraphaelitesisterhood.com/
It was into this Sisterhood I was going to admit Belle Burch, because on the phone I told her I was going to make her heir to my history of the Bohemians.
Belle is an artist and poet. Her mother was a creative being.
“Who are you? Tell me about yourself!”
“Is this a job interview?” Belle asked me, she letting me feel the full force of her extremely animated being – that made my heart flutter! She is stirring dormant blood. It has been a very long time that I sat in a Bohemian Café a yard away from a Gypsy Dream, who will tell me she is a dancer an hour and half later! I am having one of the most brilliant and creative conversation I have ever had. Belle quickly surmises, for me, this is better than sex!
“You are a lover that loves deeply, aren’t you?”
Belle, reads me one of her poems, and I read her my poem ‘Mon Belle’. I look up from the computer screen to see she has leaned forward and has her eyes closed. Upon her lips, is the smile of the Mona Lisa. I am in love. But, what is the nature of this love?
“We are inventing a new relationship between Muse and Artist!”
We are both brilliant beyond belief. Belle studied literature in college. She does this routine about her title as ‘Grammar Nut’ after she corrects me on the pronunciation of ‘Muse’. She would later offer her services as a proofreader. I have prayed that such a person would come into my life.
When Belle tells me about the image on the postcard on her window sill, I tell her who painted it, and she is impressed, but not as much as I as she took a invisible rose in her beautiful hand, and smelled it.
“Belle! Please let me record this conversation with my camera!”
From the beggining I told her this is a historic meeting between a Muse and Artist, that has never been filmed. The World of Art needs our scene to be put in a Museum! I did not get Belle’s permission. With a video I can freeze-frame and thus escape the posing trap, and the arduous duty to mentally record the most beautiful things I have seen – with voice!
When I handed Belle the papers I got at the Eugene Museum, I told her I wanted to get down on my knees as I did this – awakening of the sleeping kingdom!
“I almost stopped and bought you a tierra so I could place it on your head.”
I show Belle that paintings Rossetti did of his muse, Elizabeth Siddel. She had to agree they looked alike. I was working up to a offer, that was finally made, and agreed upon, being, Belle will pose for the painting I have wanted to do of Fair Rosamond for ten years. Below is an article on Muses that mention Siddel and her complex relationship with Rossetti, who had Joaquin Miller over for dinner.
When I alas met my lost daughter, and took her mother to see Jack London’s Wolf House, I told her about the horrible attempt to rest my families creative legacy away from my family. London and Miller were friends, and members of the Bohemian Club.
Belle, and my readers need to study the relationship between artist and muse, before we take that next step – into the light! Belle tells me she wants to be a great communicator and bring people together.
“How do I know you are not superimposing your world view upon me. It seems to good to be true! How can I trust you?”
“Very good question! This is why you were chosen. You ask very good questions in a very disarming way.”
Everyone wants to believe they have free will, even Christians. I tried to tell Belle she has arrived, here, on her own. Where is, here? We are in the Labyrinth of the Rose of the World, hot on the trail of Rouge Thread.
Note the hand on the wall of the woman smelling a rose. Is she going to open a secret door? Note how the archway at Wolf House looks like the archway in Pan’s Labyrinth. Note the blue ball of light that lie between Belle and I as she writes. I had pointed out how her hand and arm appear to be erasing her conversation and replacing it with a improved idea, a better version. This is similar to Blowing Roses, a psychic technique. For almost two hours we played with this blue ball, and, then she got a call. She had to go home. She wanted to stay and play some more. My heart was full of woe I watcher Belle ride away on the Beautiful Blue Bicycle. I forgot to ask is I could call her BB.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
http://contemplativecottage.com/tag/resurrection/
A waif (from the Old French guaif, stray beast)[1] is a living creature removed, by hardship, loss or other helpless circumstance, from its original surroundings. The most common usage of the word is to designate a homeless, forsaken or orphaned child, or someone whose appearance is evocative of the same.
As such, the term is similar to a ragamuffin or street urchin, although the main distinction is volitional: a runaway youth might live on the streets, but would not properly be called a waif as the departure from one’s home was an exercise of free will. Likewise, a person fleeing their home for purposes of safety (as in response to political oppression or natural disaster), is typically considered not a waif but a refugee.
Unlike a large proportion of Waterhouse’s other work, The Soul of the Rose is not a scene taken from a famous or ancient tale of love. Instead it is a study of a woman in a garden thought to be based on the work of Alfred Lord Tennyson. It’s important to keep in mind the themes of many of Waterhouse’s other works though, as similar themes of lost or unrequited love resonate in this picture.
Romance and Sensuality:
Waterhouse often incorporated a great sense of sensuality in his women, whether in the form of naked flesh or simply a delicate look. Restrained sexuality and longing for an invisible love are key themes in The Soul of the Rose and the artist portrays the woman in the picture without any obvious sexuality, but her position against the wall and her delicate hand indicate subtle sensuality.
Burne-Jones treated the story of Fair Rosamund several times in the early 1860s. According to legend, King Henry II created a hidden chamber for his mistress, Rosamund, at the centre of an elaborate maze. There she was discovered and murdered by her rival, Queen Eleanor. While he was a student at Oxford, Burne-Jones visited Godstowe, the presumed site of Rosamund’s grave. But a fresh impetus for his group of pictures came from Swinburne’s verse drama of 1860, which enacts the confrontation of Rosamund and the Queen. The circular mirror is derived from one made by Burne-Jones’s father, but ultimately from that in Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini marriage portrait in the National Gallery.
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