Chapter: The Invisible Model
I never met Alley Valkyrie. I suspect she flew into a fit of jealousy when she saw the video I made of our meeting. It was love at first sight on my part. In three hours of meeting, I wrote Belle a poem, and sent it to her. Did she show it to Ambrose and Alley? No way was I going to censor this great story that Victor Hugo would want to fall in his lap. As I type, I can hear the news, how our nation has been taken hostage by THE INVISIBLE ONES!
At the Wandering Goat, Belle asks me if there would be nudity involved. I said, there would be if I rendered her as Venus. She agreed. When I found out who she really IS, I made a little movie of Belle posing nude as THE INVISIBLE ONE!………
I dare not mention that I investigated her, and her compatriots, or, she would BOLT! How does an old radical artist deal with THE SUPERIOR ONE, a beautiful woman who is allowed to conceal her identity – and then she takes off all her clothes – and bares her nakedness! Would she look down her nose at me, she feeling high above me, because, she duped me? How proud she is she pulled it off. This reporter for Royal Rosamond Press – is not as good as he thinks he is! She holds all the face cards in the deck, while I fumble with the measly fours and nines as I peek around my canvas at her.
And, thus, we play our charade, so that we can own, what we want out of this.
When I begin to feel I betrayed my core being, I recite a line of……….Mon Belle. Yes! At least you got this, captured Belle, before the descent into hell! She is my Beatrice. I must surrender, completely, and forever. She is my church, my bell in the tower.
Is there a God my dear Quasimodo? Will He ever make Himself visible? We fooled ones turn in our tracks and head for the Church at the sound of the bell, while you, oh deaf one keep your eye on the beautiful prize!
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!
Belle Asks For Personal Information
At the Wandering Goat meeting, Belle gave me her phone number and e-mail. She had ten days to look at my blog. I took my lap-top with me. We talked for two hours. She did not tell me she and her anarchist friends had gotten arrested. I e-mailed her more posts. When she asked me to begin a a e-mail dialogue with her, after she asked me for more personal information, I wondered if she was trying to get around my copyright. She was a English major, as was her boyfriend. Alley Valkyrie is a writer, and has a blog. How about John Monroe. I had history with Ken Kesey and the Pranksters. They had court costs. I suggested this was an attempted hijacking, and I got my first “threat” from Alley, who I never met. They, were stalking me!
Belle and I knew each better than the seven neighbors who came after me, and slandered me, in the video I took – after I told them I called the police! Alley Valkyrie posted this on Mayor Kitty Piercy’s facebook, and after it was taken down, she found a fake abuser site. Stalking laws were first aimed to protect famous people and their relatives. This why Kim Haffner pretends to ignore my sister’s biography, and encourages our neighbors to as well. Rendeing me a failure and a nobody, is part of their premeditation to hound me, and make my life miserable. They are seething with jealousy. They conspired to bring me down. In the bottom video Haffner says;
“You went AWOL – to the max!”
Kim worked on the Johnson Unit for many years and kept the insane in line. She misses work, and recreated her daily drama in our unit. AWOL is a term applicable to the movie ‘One Flew Over The Coo-Coo’s Nest’. I love the top view of her, a tiny head on a massive body. All shots of her in my movie will be from above. She pretends she is having a relationship with my daughter and says;
“Too bad you can’t talk to her!”
Nurse Ratched has cut off visitations with my family because I went AWOL – to the max! When she says she will be Raptured Up, and I won’t, I replay;
“It will take a fork-lift to Rapture you up!”
President: Royal Rosamond Press
On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
On Sat, Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
O.K. Belle, the only one that made me chuckle a dozen good times after a date. My mother wanted my name to be spelled JON. A nurse put an H in it and that’s how it appears on my birth certificate. Rosemary was furious and started calling me GREG. My father called me GREGORY, because that is how my middle name is spelled. When I got sober, I recovered JON.
Now to AMBROSE which is also AMBROSIUS. In Bohemian this name is spelled BRASKEWITZ, as I told you. Now I wanted a pen name as a writer JON AMBROSE. In PRESCO there is also a ROSE.
Now, to you, mystery hands with message! Are those your hands in the RG? Did you get arrested confronting JON REUZ, who returned my call just after we met. I just watched the movie Croutching Tiger.
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.