I Bombed In Springtucky!

The Real Big Brother ‘Made Manifest’ by millions of Jesus Freaks, is being accused of egging on white people to commit acts of violence on Inauguration Day.

I suspect folks who were involved in Jason’s ‘God Squad ‘ here at McKenzie Meadows have identified me as – ‘Not One of Us! I am going to send Kamala Harris an e-mail bidding her and OUR REAL President to pass a law stating that NO religious group can conspire to deprive anyone of their Civil Rights. I would like to see a group of Federal Watchdogs connected with a RECOVERED Post Office that will empower Mail-in Voting, and identify groups who ally themselves with a Religious Agenda from harassing and oppressing Voters – not seen as……ONE OF THEM! The key word is – CONSPIRE!

John Baluchi got close with Katherine Wilson when he made Animal House. Izzy and Kenny Reed were in a film about the making of Animal House and a film about Kesey and Further. That Belle was going to come to Springfield and model for me – perhaps in the nude – as Venus, is epic. Half-ton Haffner was not my neighbor then. I almost had Beauty all to myself. But, when I saw her lover with Kevin ‘The King of the Anarchists’ that 60 Minutes wanted on their famous show – I confronted the Anarchist Princess, knowing she would never be my model. If I was a Real Stalker – I would keep my mouth shut. Duh!

I own the greatest Story of the Century. Victor Hugo wrote great fiction. I got the real Hunchback of Notre Dame – and a new Disney Classic!

Capturing Belle

SYNOPSIS: A dapper gentleman who dresses as if her were a Duke, attends the Eugene Art Walk where he meets young Belle, whose parents ran a Labyrinth Walk. Giving her a blue bicycle in exchange for several modeling sessions, things go wrong when his 500 pound neighbor, El Lardo, sees Belle and Mr. Braskewitz going upstairs to his appartment. El Lardo has been keeping a close eye on the pretentious old fart who puts on airs, and acts like he is better than everyone.

“Who does that old pervert think he is?”

Almost every town in the world has a El Lardo, a grotesquely ugly woman who elects herself a officer of God’s Laws, it her duty to bust seductive men who are trying to have sex with a younger woman – or a girl – she hopes!

Mr. Braskewitz works in the basement of the Schnitzer Museum on the University of Oregon campus. Mr. B – as the beautiful coeds call him – is a currator of the collection who has taken a special interest in the large work ‘The Last Audience of the Habsburg’ and has taken over writing The Story of this painting when three Christian women claimed the painting was haunted – even possessed!

“We are so spooked. We want nothing to do with that monstrosity!”

Throwing open her door after spotting the old devil with Belle through her peephole:

“Excuse me. Just what are your intensions with that beautiful young woman, who appears to be about fourteen to me?”

“None of your friggen business – you ugly fat piece of shit!”

The KKK are neo-Confederate knights who elected themselves to defend Southern Belles from the lust of handsome young black men. I suspect ‘Patriot Prayer’ sees themselves doing this – in the name of Jesus!

John Presco

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Animal House and Black Cowboy | Rosamond Press

Ex-Pence aide turned Trump critic ‘very concerned’ about Jan. 6 violence (msn.com)

Note the similarity between these two videos. Note the two Bubba Boys with red caps, one dancing on the table.

The Blues Brothers (1980) – Rawhide Scene (5/9) | Movieclips – YouTube

(5) Springfield Witch Hunt – YouTube

(5) The New Anarchists (60 Minutes Documentary, ’00) – YouTube

From the Whiteaker to the Woods: The Rise of the “Eugene Anarchists,” Part 1 – It’s Going Down

Jazz and Poetry at Moe’s in Springfield

Posted on October 1, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press


The owner of Moe’s asked me, and my friends, to do a night of poetry reading, only. I had read my poems at the Granary four years ago, with Kenny Reed backing me up. His wife, Marilyn sang there, as did her daughter, Nisha. Because there was so much going on in the world, I was blogging like crazy. I found no time to write poems, so I turned two of my blogs into poems and read them while Stone Cold Jazz played in the background.

The Baby-faced Rose is about the woman I interviewed at Black Lives Matter rally. Ding Dong is about Krysta Albert defaming Black Miss Oregon. She got me in a world of trouble with the Choir.


The Friggen Eye of God is about a glowing eyeball.


With no hope of ever seeing Belle Burch again, I wrote a poem she inspired. In Ken Kesey Square I told her she reminded me of Botticelli’s ‘Venus in a Half Shell’. I was not a labeled a “stalker” a sexual deviant, a sub-human, at the time. I still owned – human qualities. I sent this poem to Marilyn in a e-mail two days after I beheld Belle.

Here is Nisha, Marilyn’s daughter reading Rena’s poem.

I was confused by the FB message from the Director of the Inspirational Sounds Gospel Choir that forbid me to mention them and their “friends” in the controversy about the director of the Festival of Eugene using racist language. I was so proud of this choir when they stood up for Soromundi, a Lesbian choir, and held their event elsewhere, after the church they practice in, refused to have anything to do with a group of Lesbians, I took this video and had a spiritual experience that bid me to post on Kathy Vrzak’s facebook.





Turn down the sound on the Kesey Square video, and behold her, there, surrounded by the poor and homeless. It is Lucia, who is called Mimi for reasons unknown. If only I were young again! I was young again. Like a thief, she stole my old age away. Is this a crime?

Belle asks me what my blog is about. I tell her;

“I am a poet and artist, and a Bohemian. And I’m writing the history of them; why they should survive; and not be persecuted.”

“We can talk! What is your phone number?”

We did s Opera in the Square. We had music accompanying us. The muses were, and still are, with us!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016

“My name is Mimi. I make a living making lilies and roses.”


Marcello is painting while Rodolfo gazes out of the window. They complain of the cold. In order to keep warm, they burn the manuscript of Rodolfo’s drama. Colline, the philosopher, enters shivering and disgruntled at not having been able to pawn some books. Schaunard, the musician of the group, arrives with food, wine and cigars. He explains the source of his riches: a job with an eccentric English gentleman, who ordered him to play his violin to a parrot until it died. The others hardly listen to his tale as they set up the table to eat and drink. Schaunard interrupts, telling them that they must save the food for the days ahead: tonight they will all celebrate his good fortune by dining at Cafe Momus, and he will pay.


The Baby-faced Rose of White Privilege

Posted on July 10, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press


The Baby-faced Rose of White Privilege


Jon Presco

I chose to capture her image

because of how she looked

innocuous, vulnerable, innocent.

She was a church mouse

with a baby-face

She did not stand out.

I did not understand

that this is the face that launched a thousand ships

There are tanks, battleships, jets,

squad cars, courts of law, and SWAT teams

ready to defend her on a moments notice.

Even predictors leave her alone.

She is an untouchable.

She is the epitome of White Privilege

and tells me so.

I didn’t quite get what that meant

until I heard her say it

She brought tears to my eyes

after I watched the video of her I took.

I saw her as the cutest baby you ever saw.

I saw her as a pre-teen shopping at the mall

with her best friends and parents credit card.

I saw her at that all-white vacation spot.

I saw her straight A report card she got

I saw her letter she was accepted to the University of O

I saw her putting that ring in her nose.

I saw her carefully selecting her hat with the rose.

I saw her setting out in the world

prepared to be someone

You know how that goes!

I saw her studying what that somebody was going to be.

I saw her making adult choices all by herself.

I saw her put her childish things behind her.

I saw her heading to this rally

so she could be seen

and perhaps


What struck me, was

she was not invisible to me!

I saw her making a stand that would affect her the rest of her life.

I saw her feeling she had found her people

and was with the right crowd.

I saw that she was happy with the choices she had made – thus far.

I saw that she was proud that she cared.

I saw that she had done everything that Philando had done.

The quest to be someone

is not easy.

Why is it only white folks

are allowed to make mistakes?

Being a human being

is hard.

Being true to yourself

begins with understanding what that means.

Philando is her peer.

They are almost identical. But for one thing

the color of their skin

and, armies were sent over there,

battleships pounded the shore,

jets flew over head,

unloading their bombs

and the SWAT team poured out of their urban tanks.

All these things happened so she would feel safe

would feel protected

would know someones got her back.

who dare blame those armed men

wearing camo?

This is the beautiful baby-face that launched a thousand ships

and, she only has eyes for Philando

It is he who she identifies with.

She has empathy for him.

He is her peer.

perhaps they were destined to meet,

one day. Some day

when Justice arrives

for all

and we are all served

the promise of the gods

She had just a small rose on her plain cap.

She wore no makeup.

When did she stop looking in a mirror

while she put on her lipstick.

And that ring in her nose

Her badge of defiance.

Was it enough to get her killed?

Don’t go for your wallet, Hon

Don’t go for your gun

Don’t wear colorful clothing

Don’t have your day in the sun.

The dull baby-face rose

looks like she never gets any attention.

Baby-faced Philando got more attention then he wanted

way more attention

then he deserved!

His mother sent him out of the house warning him

giving him lessons on how be invisible,

and what he should do if he is


Those loving lessons

were of no avail.

here come a nervous man to his window

with a loaded gun

Young people. Students of life.

I feel for them. I had to walk away.

All the lessons are hard.

But, she was allowed to blend in

into the crowd

where no one knows who she is

where she is – in the world

because no one asks


I spotted her right off.

The pathos of it all.

This great tragedy

this modern day Western

captured with hand-held cell-phone

taken out of its holster.

Many shots rang out in Texas

over a broken red light

And it wasn’t dark, yet.

The sun was just about to set

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“People are getting killed, and nothing is happening.”

White folks expect Justice to be done

for only them.

Denying Justice to others

is their lily-white privilege

they practice


without Justice

there can be no Peace.

And when their brand of Peace breaks out

and the reports of the long-rifles

echo in their canyon of lies

they play their favored game

they play

the Baby-faced Victim

with a broken wing


La Belle Rose

Posted on June 26, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press


La Belle Rose


Jon Gregory Presco

Dedicated to my Muse, Belle Burch

Poetry is the Truth

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!


Poetry and Jazz at The Granary.

photo by Jon Stinnett James “Izzy” Whetstine, left, and drummer Kenny Reed take a break from filming a documentary on the making of ‘Animal House’ Friday. Whetstine played a janitor responsible for dealing with a dead horse in the movie.inspir5inspir7https://www.youtube.com/embed/4mWKqBjRnuo?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparenthttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtd6L1VCEio

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