‘Queen of Beauty’

This morning I will finish my letter to City Council of Eugene Oregon. It will be the most important Art and Culture document ever filed – in any city! It is the story of an old artist and journalist who pens a poem to a young woman he met in the town square, named ‘Belle’. For this he suffers a journey into hell.

Joaquin Miller promoted The City Beautiful movement.

When I discovered Belle Burch had hidden herself, and her involvement with SLEEPS, I bid her to rewrite the poem she sent me, because, I hated it. I accused her of betraying the poor and the homeless with her young vanity. I knew this was a classic tale, and a work of art in progress. When Alley Valkyrie jumps on me from out the dark, I know I am dealing with a She-Demon not unlike the one Dante encountered in Inferno. Note the dates. I met Belle on April 4, 2014.

I refused to remove anything I wrote about Belle in my newspaper ‘Royal Rosamond Press’. Grimm gives the name ‘Rosamond’ to his ‘Sleeping Beauty’. I had just read about Simonetta Vespucci, the muse of Botticelli who died when she was twenty-two. She was called ‘The Queen of Beauty’. Legend has it that Botticelli was buried near her, so that when she awoke from her deep sleep, he will awaken also, to paint her once again.

“Sleeping Belle!”

I knew the She-wolf and Leopard would drag me thru hell, but, as a poet and artist, this was the price I was willing to pay. As a Journalist I refused to betray my peers, lest they suffer my fate. It was………….love at first sight!

I rushed home to write a poem about the street waif who took my number. As an old man, I marveled at my predicament. What of the sex-politics, the idea that some beautiful women fornicate for a new car and washer and dryer. This one, sends me a poem telling me she slept in the street near City Hall.

I send Belle an e-mail informing her of my Rosemond ancestors and the Swan Brothers.

Above is a photograph of Belle’s Brethren. On the left is Kevin ‘King of the Anarchists’ who lived right next door to me for years. My homeless friend, Hollis Williams, lived next door, before he lost his job. Next to him is the skull-masked man. (see below) Then, here is Ambrose, Belle’s lover, who got arrested with her as did the man wearing Duck. Belle hid these from me lest I misjudge her? She got to know everything about me, and wanted to know more. Why? I showed her pics of my work with Hollis. Belle said nothing. If she told the truth, she would have known we are one big happy family.

Why didn’t one of these men champion Belle, confront me, talk to me, negotiate with me? Why did they let Alley Witch do their job, do the dirty work, and do her best to castrate me? The Sleepy one knew I found her, and awoke her. They did not know she was their Sleeping Queen. Alley Valkyrie knew I had captured her, and them! I caught them playing in the dark. I did not know I was – The Competition. Had the Old Man seen his day?

Take note of the snake around Simonetta’s neck. These – children – had not a clue or a care about who they were playing with.

This is not my fault you grew afraid. Welcome to hell!

No one has brought The Inferno and Revelations together on the same page. Add Bosch’s ‘The Last Judgement’ and, you have one hell of a movie…………..and Love Story.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

Dante and the Divine Comedy in Duomo. Florence, Tuscany, Italy.




Mon Belle


When I was a gifted youth
I do not recall if I studied the artist Sandro Botticelli.
When a man
I wrote my version of ‘The Birth of Venus’
and did a painting of my muse
coming out of the sea.

I must have neglected this great Renaissance Artist,
and his beloved Muse – until now!
But, Since I beheld her, my Belle
and compared her to Simonetta Cattaneo de Candia Vespucci,
do I now behold all the clues of the petals
and the thread
that have brought me through the labyrinth of time,
to adore her once again.

And she recognizes me!
Centuries ago I was buried at her feet
in order to continue my long vigilance,
for she was only asleep.
One day she will awaken, and the City of Flowers
will again bask in her unparelled beauty.

Bella! Mon Belle!

Following the Renaissance of the Miller Brothers
to the top of the hill in the lost city of Fairmount,
I came to the crossroads of time.
When I saw the intersection of Flora and Fairmount,
I knew it would be a matter of days
before I was with my Sleeping Belle, once again,
once upon a time
She is the one I came here for.

After finding the lost tombstone of George Melvin Miller,
the founder of Florence,
I began to see the grand design.
When she came across the piazza de Keasy
while the minstrel sang a song by the Grateful Dead
‘Saint Stephen’
I had my rose at ready.
When I handed it to her
I heard the lovers complain
Where is my Belle Rose!

This is the Renaissance Rose
that my ancestor employed to write his name,
When I told Belle what kind of work I do,
I described my painting of a woman coming out of the sea.
Many have asked me who she is. Now, I can say;
“She is Belle, the most beautiful woman in Florence.”
We will go there, soon,
to behold the sea, a shell, and the foam

In 1475
at La Giostra
a jousting tournament was held at the Piazza Santa Croce.
The gallant knight, Giuliano
entered the field bearing a banner
on which was a picture of Simonetta as a helmeted Pallas Athene
Her image was painted by Botticelli himself.
Underneath was the French inscription
La Sans Pareille, meaning “The unparalleled one”.

From then on Simonetta became known
as the most beautiful woman in Florence,
and later
the most beautiful woman of the Renaissance.

Simonetta Vespucci
I salute thee!

Jon Presco

Sonnet: “Upon a day, came Sorrow in to me”

on the 9th of June 1290

Upon a day, came Sorrow in to me,
         Saying, ‘I’ve come to stay with thee a while’;
         And I perceived that she had ushered Bile
And Pain into my house for company.
Wherefore I said, ‘Go forth – away with thee!’
         But like a Greek she answered, full of guile,
         And went on arguing in an easy style.
Then, looking, I saw Love come silently,
Habited in black raiment, smooth and new,
         Having a black hat set upon his hair;
And certainly the tears he shed were true.
         So that I asked, ‘What ails thee, trifler?’
Answering, he said: ‘A grief to be gone through;
         For our own lady’s dying, brother dear.’


Simonetta and Marco were married in Florence. According to her legend, Simonetta was instantly popular at the Florentine court. The Medici brothers, Lorenzo and Giuliano took an instant liking toward her. Lorenzo permitted the Vespucci wedding to be held at the palazzo in Via Larga, and held the wedding reception at their lavish Villa di Careggi. Simonetta, upon arriving in Florence, was discovered by Sandro Botticelli and other prominent painters through the Vespucci family. Before long she had supposedly attracted the brothers Lorenzo and Giuliano of the ruling Medici family. Lorenzo was occupied with affairs of state, but his younger brother was free to pursue her.

At La Giostra (a jousting tournament) in 1475, held at the Piazza Santa Croce, Giuliano entered the lists bearing a banner on which was a picture of Simonetta as a helmeted Pallas Athene painted by Botticelli, beneath which was the French inscription La Sans Pareille, meaning “The unparalleled one”.[8][9][7][10] It is clear that Simonetta had a reputation as an exceptional beauty in Florence,[11] but the whole display should be considered within the conventions of courtly love; Simonetta was a married woman,[8][9] a member of a powerful family allied to the Medici,[11] and any actual affair would have been a huge political risk.

Giuliano won the tournament,[8] and Simonetta was nominated “The Queen of Beauty” at that event. It is unknown, and unlikely, that they actually became lovers.


Simonetta Vespucci died just one year later, presumably from tuberculosis, on the night of 26–27 April 1476. She was twenty-two at the time of her death. She was carried through the city in an open coffin for all to admire her beauty, and there seems to have been some kind of posthumous popular cult in Florence.[11] Her husband remarried soon afterward, and Giuliano de Medici was assassinated in the Pazzi conspiracy in 1478, two years to the day after her death.

Botticelli finished painting The Birth of Venus around 1486, some ten years later. Some have claimed that Venus, in this painting, closely resembles Simonetta.[12] This claim, however, is dismissed as a “romantic myth” by Ernst Gombrich,[11] and “romantic nonsense” by historian Felipe Fernández-Armesto:

The vulgar assumption, for instance, that she was Botticelli’s model for all his famous beauties seems to be based on no better grounds than the feeling that the most beautiful woman of the day ought to have modelled for the most sensitive painter.[13]

Some, including Ruskin, suggest that Botticelli also had fallen in love with her, a view supported by his request to be buried in the Church of Ognissanti – the parish church of the Vespucci – in Florence. His wish was carried out when he died some 34 years later, in 1510. However this had been Botticelli’s parish church since he was baptized there, and he was buried with his family. The church contained works by him.

There are some connections between Simonetta and Botticelli. He painted the standard carried by Giuliano at the joust in 1475, which carried an image of Pallas Athene that was very probably modelled on her; so he does seem to have painted her once at least, though the image is now lost.[7][10] Botticelli’s main Medici patron, Giuliano’s younger cousin Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de’ Medici, married Simonetta’s niece Semiramide in 1482, and it is often thought that his Primavera was painted as a wedding gift on this occasion.[14][15][16]

The poem begins on the night of Maundy Thursday on March 24 (or April 7), A.D. 1300, shortly before dawn of Good Friday.[3][4] The narrator, Dante himself, is thirty-five years old, and thus “midway in the journey of our life” (Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita[5]) – half of the Biblical lifespan of seventy (Psalm 89:10, Vulgate; Psalm 90:10, KJV). The poet finds himself lost in a dark wood (selva oscura[6]), astray from the “straight way” (diritta via,[7] also translatable as “right way”) of salvation. He sets out to climb directly up a small mountain, but his way is blocked by three beasts he cannot evade: a lonza[8] (usually rendered as “leopard” or “leopon“),[9] a leone[10] (lion), and a lupa[11] (she-wolf). The three beasts, taken from the Jeremiah 5:6, are thought to symbolize the three kinds of sin that bring the unrepentant soul into one of the three major divisions of Hell. According to John Ciardi, these are incontinence (the she-wolf); violence and bestiality (the lion); and fraud and malice (the leopard);[12] Dorothy L. Sayers assigns the leopard to incontinence and the she-wolf to fraud/malice.[13] It is now dawn of Good Friday, April 8, with the sun rising in Aries. The beasts drive him back despairing into the darkness of error, a “lower place” (basso loco[14]) where the sun is silent (l sol tace[15]). However, Dante is rescued by a figure who announces that he was born sub Iulio[16] (i.e. in the time of Julius Caesar) and lived under Augustus: it is the shade of the Roman poet Virgil, author of the Aeneid, a Latin epic.

Canto II
On the evening of Good Friday, Dante is following Virgil but hesitates; Virgil explains how he has been sent by Beatrice, the symbol of Divine Love. Beatrice had been moved to aid Dante by the Virgin Mary (symbolic of compassion) and Saint Lucia (symbolic of illuminating Grace). Rachel, symbolic of the contemplative life, also appears in the heavenly scene recounted by Virgil. The two of them then begin their journey to the underworld.

Vestibule of Hell[edit]

Canto III
Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription ending with the famous phrase “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate“,[17] most frequently translated as “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”[nb 1] Dante and his guide hear the anguished screams of the Uncommitted. These are the souls of people who in life took no sides; the opportunists who were for neither good nor evil, but instead were merely concerned with themselves. Among these Dante recognizes a figure implied to be Pope Celestine V, whose “cowardice (in selfish terror for his own welfare) served as the door through which so much evil entered the Church”.[18] Mixed with them are outcasts who took no side in the Rebellion of Angels. These souls are forever unclassified; they are neither in Hell nor out of it, but reside on the shores of the Acheron. Naked and futile, they race around through the mist in eternal pursuit of an elusive, wavering banner (symbolic of their pursuit of ever-shifting self-interest) while relentlessly chased by swarms of wasps and hornets, who continually sting them.[19] Loathsome maggots and worms at the sinners’ feet drink the putrid mixture of blood, pus, and tears that flows down their bodies. This symbolizes the sting of their guilty conscience and the repugnance of sin.[citation needed] This may also be seen as a reflection of the spiritual stagnation in which they lived.

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  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I am proposing the building of Sleeping Beauty Castle on the ruins of Blue River Oregon. Finding Beauty Lost…….Forever?
    Posted on November 19, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press


    In the videos below I depict myself as a real Gandalf, a overseer of The Shire.

    Historically, a sheriff was a legal official with responsibility for a shire, the term being a contraction of “shire reeve” (Old English scīrgerefa). In British English, the political or legal office of a sheriff, term of office of a sheriff, or jurisdiction of a sheriff, is called a shrievalty[1] in England and Wales, and a sheriffdom[2] in Scotland.

    Bennett Rosamond Grand Master of Orange Order
    Posted on April 1, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press
    Above is a photograph of Bennett Rosamond the Grand Master of the Orange Order in Canada. Bennett is with members of Lodge 389 in Lanark, or, Almonte. The image on the banner is that of William of Orange who is carried in Orange Parades. That is Bennett on the far right, looking like Gandalf, or, a Levite Prophet.

    According to the History of the Rosemond Family by Leland Rosemond, the Rosamond family were members of the Orange Order in Leitrim Ireland, and fled to Canada after a Rosamond son killed a Catholic lad who was invading the Rosamond home with a gang bent on doing my kindred harm.

    Bennett may have been a Freemason as well – and an Oddfellow. There is a long history of the Rosamonds belonging to Guilds. They were members of the Swan Brethren.

    My grandparents, Royal and Mary Magdalene Rosamond, begat my mother, Rosemary Rosamond, and her sisters, Lilian, Bonnie, and June Rice.

    Jon Presco

    Finding Beauty
    Posted on December 1, 2014by Royal Rosamond Press
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    When Belle and I met at the Wandering Goat, for some reason she is lecturing on the importance of one’s genealogy. I am amazed! She will not let me get a word in edgewise so I can tell her I am doing an astounding genealogy of my family, that tragically my daughter, Heather, could care less about. This has put me in a real crisis, for who will I leave the thousands of hours of research to? When Belle called me back after we met in Ken Kesey Square, I told her I was going to make her my Heir to my long study. Why Belle Burch?

    On March 24, 2014, I made the following videos about the Sleeping Dream, and the Floral Fairmont Vision of George Miller, the brother of the Bohemian Pre-Raphaelite Poet of Oakland, where I was born. I go on a mystical journey into the Eugene Hills, and there I arrive at the center of Labyrinth, the very end and clue of the Rouge Thread. I knew then, as I stood there, I would soon find her, Sleeping Beauty. Here is one definition of FAIR:

    fair adjective (BEAUTIFUL)
    › old use or literary (of a woman) beautiful: a fair maiden

    Fair Rosamond means ‘Beautiful Rosamond’. Grimm names the Sleeping Beauty Princess, Rosamond. In this first video I am standing in front of Ken Kesey’s cottage that he lived in when he went to the University of Oregon. I was trying to get some people to help me save these cottages so they could be used for Homeless Veterans. I shared this on Kitty Piercy’s Facebook. Two people stood me up at a meeting. When I went to the First Friday Artwalk on April 4th. I was hoping to meet a helper. No sooner was I in Ken Kesey Square, I spotted her. When she told me her name was Belle, I could hardly speak. I was – amazed! She said;

    “It means ‘Beautiful’ in French.”

    Jon Presco


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