Attacking My Beautiful Work Of Art

Belle Burch agreed to pose for me, and asked for a date when this will happen, but then I discovered she was deceptive by concealing her true identity. If I was a sex fiend, and predator, why would I care if she did this. She wanted to come over and pose for me. We did agree she may pose in the nude. I wrote Belle a poem two hours after we met in Ken Kesey Square, and did a quick sketch from the video I made, that is also a work of art.

In light of the attack on the un-named sculpture of a beautiful lady, I declare my un-finished portrait of Belle, a Important work of art. I will name this woman, Belle. The show will take up a whole room. It will contain videos, e-mails, photographs, and poems. It is sad to see the replacement face is inaccurate, not to scale. That face is now gone.

I believe it was our age difference that caused such fury in women I know, and never met. There had to be something very nasty going on. Like what? Did I grab, or, conspire to grab her pussy – against her will? If I only had my chance!

I did have my chance. It was never my desire to have sex with Belle. She and her radicals chose to be in Ken Kesey Square on the day of First Friday Art Walk. They had held art shows here before. This is key, because they had a HIDDEN AGENDA – that day. Their lawyers were creeping about – plotting!  I was not there looking for sex. I went downtown to look at art. I found a work of art. But, the dirty evil minds of the citizens of Eugene and Springfield, went to work with their hammer and chisel, and defaced what was beautiful. I am now going to put together a show and see if a major museum will show it. I will title this show………..


Belle spoke French, very well. I couldn’t wait to have her meet my friend Virginia, who great grandfather led the French invasion of Algiers. Much of the world was destroyed when Belle and I were destroyed. Virginia longed to find someone to speak her mother’s tongue. We were a civilized people, then. Eugene had a European feel to it.

John Presco

Ain El Fouara Fountain is an emblematic and famous monument of Sétif in Algeria. This Fountain was realized by the French sculptor Francis de Saint-Vidal.

It was initially a simple fountain built around a spring by the Military engineering after the occupation of Sétif. Its water was warm during winter and fresh in summer. But its progressive deterioration obliged the municipal council to think about its restoration. Especially M. Bastide, councilor, who addressed the issue of the reparation of the fountain in 1894. Two years later in 1896, the mayor of Sétif, M. Aubry, during a trip in Paris, asked the director of “Les Beaux-Arts” to donate a statue that will be used for the decoration of the fountain.

In 1898, the mayor received a letter informing him that the statue made by Francis de Saint-Vidal was ready.

The establishment of the statue and all work was finished in 1899.

On 22 April 1997, the statue was damaged in a bomb blast blamed on Islamists and on 28 February 2006 an Islamist damaged the statue with a hammer. Each time it was repaired. On 18 December 2017, a man defaced the statue for a third time, removing the facial features and breasts with a hammer and chisel. [1] The restored statue was unveiled on 4 August 2018, only to suffer a further Islamist attack on 9 October 2018. The minister, Azzedine Mihoubi, announced on Twitter that the damage was slight and would be repaired.

Setif found his emblematic statue this morning. The water flows again at the foot of the Lady “guardian of the Baraka de Setif” under the admiring glances of the inhabitants of the city.

Facebook / Sayn San

Setif found his emblematic statue this morning. The water flows again at the foot of the Lady “guardian of the Baraka de Setif” under the admiring glances of the inhabitants of the city.

Facebook / Adel Benhamouche

Under the watchful eye of the Minister of Culture Azzedine Mihoubi, the Sétifiens found with great joy the symbol of their restored city.

The restored work of the sculptor Francis de Saint Vidal, vadalized last December, brings a breeze of freshness on the city whose temperatures reached peaks in recent days.

“We felt totally orphaned. The tarpaulin surrounding the monument added to the gloominess of the room since its degradation. Today we are well, “says a resident of the city.

In the tramway that now passes near the emblem of the Lord, young and old have eyes only for her. The immaculate whiteness of the statue once again offered to the passers-by under this summer sun, brighten up the day. “Rahi tzaghrath”, cowardly moved a young to emphasize the renovation of Ain El Foaura and his statue. The city lives again: Ain el Fouara, his beating heart, has been totally restored.

In December, the Sétifians had watched with dismay as this emblem of the city was damaged . The Vandal, with the help of a hammer, had completely disfigured the Lady who has been in the heart of Setif since 1898.

Located near the Masjid Al-Atik, the lady was adopted by the Setifians of all generations. A strong attachment that makes her the queen of all hearts.

As in April 1997 after the attack that had targeted, the drama is erased and the heart of Setif found its pulsations. The young people take again photos and passers-by take sips of its fresh water.

The old mlayas who have come from all over the city to see her again and drink her water, will certainly reward her with the henna ritual to which they have devoted themselves as mothers to girls for more than a century.

The face erased, the chest dug, not because of the wear of time but with hammers. The naked lady of the fountain El Fouara de Setif was vandalized on December 18, 2017. Visibly the act of an unbalanced, the scene was shocked. The video has become viral on the net. In an editorial abundantly taken up on the networks, an Algerian journalist launched an accusation to the men of her country.


“There are acts that make the stone cry,” says an Arab proverb. And today I cried this woman in stone. I cried to see her attacked so savagely, I wanted to be able to defend her, take her in my arms, comfort her, ask forgiveness. , We read in the letter that the Algerian journalist Daikha Dridi published in editorial form on Monday, December 18, 2017 on the site of Huffpost Maghreb.

A few hours ago, that same Monday. A man climbs on this emblematic fountain of the city of Setif in northeastern Algeria, the fountain Ain El Fouara. With a hammer, equipped with a chisel, he began to repeatedly hit the face and breasts of the sculpture, which represents a woman, naked. Here she is very soon disfigured, and the breast dug. It only lasts a few minutes. The crowd, male, who attends the scene tries to stop the individual. Police officers try to stop him, the man struggles, then ends up being arrested. Authorities speak of an unbalanced man. Filmed by a laptop, the images then go around social networks.

“But I have not even finished drying my tears that I hear men, already in battalions, armed at best with muddy arguments, but more often with nonsense, invective and calls to murder, put in order of battle “ , continues Daikha Dridi, Algerian reporter working for the Huffpost Algeria, and also author of Algiers, wounded and luminous (Editions Autrement) .

And I say to you, shut up men. Shut up all. Daikha Dridi

“There are idiots who say, why do you indignant for a piece of stone when humans suffer much worse.
There are idiots who say: our magnificent religion dictates that we do not let nakedness pollute our pure gaze.

There are the irresponsible who say: destroy the Islamists, they are the source of all evils.

There are idiots who say: this is proof that Algerians are barbarians and savages.

There are the deceivers who say: this attack should not cause as much outrage as it will be “instrumentalized” by racists.

And I say to you, shut up men.
Shut up all. Violence against women is the thing best shared by the men of this country, whether they are obscurantist or enlightened, “ she wrote in this pamphlet letter, which she presents as an” J’accuse “on her page.

Mon Belle

A Rose Among The Woodwose

When I left Belle in Ken Kesey Square, I couldn’t wait to get home and look at our video. I am wondering why I did not ask her to dinner, or, bring her home with me. If I were twenty-four, I would have done both these things, then, took her to my bed! This is why I ran away her. On the onramp, I realized Belle may not call me, ever, and, I will never see her again! My heart is racing! I lost my chance! I open the window out shout down to her;


I am twenty-four again. These are the best hours of my life. I get home and do a quick sketch of Belle. Then I begin my epic poem to her, to show her, that she seriously inspires me. When we meet again. I wanted – proof!

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 unapparelled 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

The invasion of Algiers began on 5 July 1830 with a naval bombardment by a fleet under Admiral Duperré, and a landing by troops under Louis Auguste Victor de Ghaisne, comte de Bourmont. The French quickly defeated the troops of Hussein Dey, the Ottoman ruler, but native resistance was widespread. This resulted in a protracted military campaign, lasting more than 45 years, to root out popular opposition to the colonisation. The so-called “pacification” was marked by resistance of figures such as Ahmed Bey, Abd El-Kader and Lalla Fatma N’Soumer.

The invasion marked the end of several centuries of Ottoman rule in Algeria and the beginning of French Algeria. In 1848, the territories conquered around Algiers were organised into three départements, defining the territories of modern Algeria.

French troops landed at Sidi Ferruch on 14 June 1830 against minimal opposition. Within a few days, however, troops of Algerian caids started to rise against the invaders. On 18 June, Hussein Dey assembled a 10,000-man army, comprising 1,000 Janissaries, 5,000 Moors and 3,000 Arabs and Berbers from Oran, Titteri and Medea. Bourmont merely kept the counter-attacks at bay until 28 June, when siege weapons were landed, making it possible to attack Algiers itself.

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