Ambrose Holthem-Keathly was raised up by the Goddess of Divine Liberty at the God, Guns, and Liberty rally. no sooner did I put on the crown of the Antichrist, did I run headlong into Belle Burch’s half-naked Ex-Lover. With bright, wild eyes, he began to rave and rant – towards me. Did he recognize me? Here’s what I wanted to hear;
I’m sorry I and my friends demonized you, and attacked your Civil Rights, your Freedom of Speech,your Freedom of the Press, and Freedom of Assembly. Making you out to be a sex pervert, was wrong! You are not a sex pervert. This mad us liars. I will never get over it. It was a low-point in my life. As penenence, I dress like a sex pervert and expose my ass-crack in public. Everyone now loves me – thanks to you! You prepared my way!
By the way, you got shitty neighbors. They had not right to treat you that way. I’m tempted to come by and – STREAK THEM!
Here is my Iconic Video. The dudes carrying guns are digging it that Ambrose is doing his thing – that they are there to protect. I get into a moving and enlightening Biblical conversation with a anti-abortion Christian. This is the Eugene I came to know and love!
Why didn’t Belle want to be identified in this blog? Why is that woman hiding her face? Something is up. Most of my life I have loved to dress in cost. If I move to Salem, I will be the Puritan Santa with big buckled hat. Nathanial Hawthorne was born in Salem, in The House of Seven Gables. He wrote about my 8th. grandfather, Reverend John Wilson, in The Scarlet Letter. SLEEP members set out to destroy my literary reputation, that I would own upon arrival. I would be a Historic Person. My reputation, and my person, would be protected. The Witches would love me. I will charge $5 dollars to have my photo be taken with them, then, with the Pilgrims, then with fellow authors!
That Ambrose and I appear in the same image together, is very liberating. Who’s next? Why is Anand Holthem-Keathly lurking in the dark background. His wife took over aspect of the Eugene Celebration. He had grand ambitions for his son, which I believe caused him to have a nervous breakdown. Anand is the head nurse for OCCUPY Medical. Why didn’t Belle tell me about Anand at our meeting. Did he ask her to keep him anonymous? The Gun Man wearing a flag on his face did not want to be interviewed while I and this brave woman had the only sane conversation that day – like the one I had with Belle Burch!
EXTRA! Two hours after I posted the above, I realized Ambrose is the embodiment of Miriam Starfish who goes about with very little clothing. Has he been reading this blog? Belle did agree to model for me, and she said nudity would be fine – but no sex! Did Ambrose know his lover was going to model for me? Here I am having a conversation with a Miriam Christling! Killing people with guns is no longer a interesting thing for James Bond to do. Does it work?
Altering people’s minds by turning them on to alternative forms of consciousness, is the business of priests, prophets, KGB, CIA, and British Intelligence. Ian Fleming, and thus James, would have dropped LSD, and smoked pot. But, nothing is more mind altering then………..”When three or more of you gather in my name!”
Here is Ian Fleming’s close kin. Ian grew up with famous Bohemians. My kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, grew up in Augusta John’s house. Her uncle sold his artwork in America. That’s James Joyce next to Johns. It is these two, that James Bond protected, and fought for. Know who your friends are!
EXTRA! EXTRA! I just found a letter Augustus wrote wherein he gives instructions to Liza’s uncle about his artwork! This is monumental! I still want Belle to model for me, because I do not want her to be on the wrong side of this creative planetary alignment. John tore up this sketch of a un-named model. Belle!!!!!
This gives me an idea for a dark cartoon magazine ‘Model Anonymous’.
“She had no problem taking her clothes off, but, she would never reveal her name! What dark secrets was she concealing? Many of London’s artists had become nosy. Those who invented tall tales about her, suddenly packed up – and left town! One Bohemian braggart pranced around London half-naked, crying;
“I am Belle the Mysterious One!”
They found him floating down the Thames.”
FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895
Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.
Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.
The Royal Janitor
Serena watched Miriam walk towards her for their meeting. As far as she could tell, all her bodyguard wore was some kind of loin clothe – with sandals! Her long auburn hair covered her breasts.
“Please! Be seated. And stop staring down at me as if you are going to put me in a big pot and cook me! You’ve been given a nickname, you know……..Tarzarena! Some whisper this after you pass; “There goes Lady Greystoke” Have you seen a Tarzan movie?”
“No. I’ve only seen two movies, Ben Hur, and, PI.”
“Only two? PI? What is that about?”
“It’s about a Kabbalist mathematical genius who finds another dimension. My parents put it on our video machine every Saturday after firing up the generator. We watched Ben Hur every Easter. I can recite PI backwards. Want to hear?”
“No. Not right now. I am still in a daze. I think I spotted another Leprechaun at the frozen yogurt shop. Are they really National Treasures?”
“Yes! You can go to jail for ten years if you molest one.”
“Are there female Leprechauns?”
“Do you mind if I ask why you don’t wear a bra, or, a top of some kind? What is odd, you have never exposed a breast, or two. What is your secret?”
“You won’t freak out if I show you?”
“No! Lay it on me!”
Miriam leans forward in her chair, and tries to pull her hair away from her breast.
“Oh my God – What? What am I seeing! Holy fuck!”
“Isn’t that cool. My hair has a mind of its own and wraps around my breast to hold it firm. All women can do this if they grow their hair, and don’t wear a bra. My tits don’t sag a bit. Too bad you didn’t have the parents I had. We went back to Eden – almost. I own two dozen loincloths, because Jesus wore two styles. They are hung on hangers in my closet. I don’t have a panty and sock drawer. Which one do you like the best?”
“I’ve seen enough! No more. Don’t forget you have an appointment to see The Wizard tomorrow.”
The Royal Janitor
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
If Ali Emami had not reacted to the rumor Ken Kesey Square would be sold to a developer, it would be a done deal. The SLEEPS anarchists would have seized the day.
“Ali Emami, owner of the two buildings that have common walls with the plaza, says that when he heard rumors the public space might be sold and developed into apartments, he came before the Eugene City Council last week to again renew his offer to open up the walls of the buildings and make the space more inviting.I am going to make some proposals for what to do with Ken Kesey Square”
How about a Newspaper Museum and Reader’s Sanctuary?
“Ken Kesey is our George Washington,” said Jennifer Barnes, a self-described modern-day Merry Prankster. “He’s our culture, our history.”
Here is a video about my and Michael’s efforts to save the cottage that Ken lived in while attending the UofO.
Augustus John was the inspiration for the artist Gulley Jimson, in ‘The Horses’ Mouth’. Gulley is in search of the perfect wall for his mural. Joaquin Miller is our Washington. He earned an estimated $3,000 working as a Pony Express rider, and used the money to move to Oregon. With the help of his friend, Senator Joseph Lane, he became editor of the Democratic Register in Eugene. a role he held from March 15 to September 20, 1862. Here is Miller’s daughter.
George Miller platted the City of Florence and Fairmont. He designed a flying machine. Ali Emami’s plan to knock down walls to save the square is right out of ‘The Horses’ Mouth’. This is high drama already in progress! Above is a photo of Augustus John with James Joyce. Get rid of the One Hook Town to hang your hat. We need a Jimson reader, there, confronting passer-byes! We only got one horse on our merry-go-round. Enough! Here’s Miller with George Sterling the co-founder of the Bohemian Club and Carmel. We can reprint old copies of ‘The Augur’.
My friends and I in Oakland were doing Miller before we heard of Kesey. You got to get over the idea folks are trying to do Ken – and move on!
The Eugene Augur was a local countercultural underground newspaper published in Eugene, Oregon, United States, from 1969 to 1974. Starting with its first issue dated October 14, 1969, the Augur, produced by a cooperative of left-wing political activists aligned with the antiwar movement, appeared twice a month, offering up a mix of New Left politics and acid rock counterculture to an audience of students, hippies, radicals and disaffected working class youth in the Eugene area. The paper’s coverage ranged from antiwar demonstrations, exposing local narcotics agents, and rock festivals, to the growth of backwoods communes in Southern Oregon and the annual Oregon Renaissance Faire. In August 1972, the paper cut publication to a monthly schedule. Staffers included Peter Jensen and Jim Redden, son of a prominent Oregon politician and later a reporter for the Portland Tribune.
“I know a chap, a friend of mine, who used to paint girls for magazine covers. The best class of girls, eleven feet high with eyes as big as eggs. Well one morning he put on his best suit, called a taxi and drove to the Tower Bridge, where he tied his legs together, put ten pounds of lead in each pocket, took a pint of poison, cut his throat, shot himself through the head and jumped over the parapet. They saw through this job at once, picked him out, pumped him out, sewed him up, plugged him up, and had him back to work in six weeks.—Gulley Jimson in “The Horse’s Mouth” by Joyce Cary.
“Ali Emami, owner of the two buildings that have common walls with the plaza, says that when he heard rumors the public space might be sold and developed into apartments, he came before the Eugene City Council last week to again renew his offer to open up the walls of the buildings and make the space more inviting.
The square, also known as Broadway Plaza, is home to food carts, public art and periodic gatherings, but it also garners complaints about the unhoused youth and travelers who hang out there. A frequent criticism of the space is the tall brick walls on the south and east sides of the square that close it in.”
I see the whole square famed in durable glass that can be touched and read on the outside. One can read the job listings, or, search the internet. One pays $2.00 dollars admission and gets a paper. Seniors and the physically disabled get in for free. I see a man dressed like Joaquin pointing to his brothers flying machine suspended from the ceiling. Children are allowed to touch the old printing presses.
George J. Buys and A. Eltzroth purchased the paper in December 1869, and six months later bought out Eltzroth. Buys sold the paper eight years later to John R. and Ira Campbell, who would remain owners for 30 years. In 1890, the Eugene Guard became a daily newspaper.
Elizabeth Maude “Lischen” or “Lizzie” Cogswell married George Miller. Lizzie was the foremost literary woman in Oregon. On Feb. 6, 1897, Idaho Cogswell, married Feb. 6, 1897, Ira L. Campbell, who was editor, publisher and co-owner (with his brother John) of the Daily Eugene Guard newspaper. The Campbell Center is named after Ira.
The Wedding of John Cogswell to Mary Frances Gay, was the first recorded in Lane County where I registered my newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press. Idaho Campbell was a charter member of the Fortnightly Club that raised funds for the first Eugene Library.
George Melvin Miller was a frequent visitor to ‘The Hights’ his brothers visionary utopia where gathered famous artists and writers in the hills above my great grandfather’s farm. The Miller brothers promoted Arts and Literature, as well as Civic Celebrations. Joaquin’s contact with the Pre-Raphaelites in England, lent credence to the notion that George and Joaquin were Oregon’s Cultural Shamans, verses, he-men with big saw cutting down trees.
George Melvin Miller was titled ‘The Prophet of Lane County’. Lane County was named after Joseph Lane who ran with John Breckenridge for the White House.
John was known as a colourful personality who adopted an individualistic and bohemian lifestyle. Intrigued by gypsy culture and the Romany language, he spent periods traveling with gypsy caravans over Wales, Ireland, and Dorset. He based much of his work on these experiences, such as the painting Encampment on Dartmoor (1906). John was more modern in his approach to landscape painting, as seen in the bright palette and loose brushwork of paintings such as Llyn Trewereyn (1911–12) and The Little Railway, Martigues (1928).