When I read about Ludwig Wittgenstein infatuation with Norbert Davis, the movie Bad Day At Black Rock popped into my mind because his brother was a one-armed pianist. I about pissed my pants. I knew I had found the Lost Anaconda Mine. I had a vison of Ludwig coming to America to look for that perfect vast empty tumble-weed place Norbert Davis made famous in his books. He too has lost one arm in a failed suicide attempt. He decides to bring along his scattered philosophy that is not yet in book form. Who knows, someone might find merit in his work – and buy IT! Geniuses are notorious for believing their work is third rate, not up to snuff, thus, they keep digging deeper, and deeper.
In the last month, I’ve been thinking of taking two train rides. The first place I considered, was Belmont California. I’d pack up my grandfather’s books he could not sell in his lifetime, just incase the Belmont Historical Society wants them. So, I get off the train and find the BHS whose members promised they would meet me at the train station. But, they subscribe to the real old ways, and ask me if I want to participate in The Wicker Man Celebration.
“No thanks. I saw the movie! I think I’ll be moseying back to the station!”
Getting back on the train, I head for the small town of St. Louis Oklahoma founded by Louis Frank and Lillie Rosamond who platted it in 1927. Looks like a quiet place. I can plant my roots here, and buy a plaque for Ludwig when I put a down payment on my burial niche in Oklahoma City. What can go wrong.
Nearing St. Louis I have visions of the movie Zabriskie Point starring two cult followers of my kinfolk, Jessie and Mel Lyman. Googling on my pad, I find a federal lawsuit involving a Rosamond and a oil company. (just found it) Sounds like the movie GIANT, starring my kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Say! What am I getting myself into? I don’t want any trouble. I don’t want to go looking for trouble.
1 This is an action by Louie F. Rosamond, plaintiff, against Indian Territory Illuminating Oil Company, defendant, to recover damages resulting from the failure of defendant to protect from drainage by offset wells an 80-acre tract of’ land in which plaintiff owned a one-eighth interest in the oil and gas. Defendant was the owner of the oil and gas lease on the tract. From a verdict and judgment for plaintiff in the sum of $2,995, defendant appeals.
Wait a minute. That movie resembles the early life of Vice President Kamala Harris. As I get off the train, I wish I had not gone and put a Star of David on Ludwig’s plaque.
I’m going to write a hard-boiled detective novel starring Ludwig, Norbert, and my Rosamond kin. Mary Magdalene Rosamond has fallen in love with Norbert and tells Royal not to come home. He meets Ludwig who takes a vacation to Oklahoma. They buy stock in a oil well and come up against a oil theft scheme. Royal gets in a accident.
Above is a photo of Austrian Philosopher, Ludwig Wittgenstein, who studied the Black Mack Writers and other authors of Detective novels. He was fascinated with Norbert Davis who was a friend of my grandparents – who have redeemed THEIR family from beyond the grave. I am the head of my family. Here is a movie about Ludwig. In this scene he is attending a movie based on detective writers like Dashiell Hammet and Erle Stanley Gardener who were friends of Royal Rosamond.
I am kin to Harper Lee, and there is a woman named Rosamund in Caldwell’s ‘God’s Little Acre’.
On March 27, 1959, 27-year-old film star Elizabeth Taylor underwent conversion to Judaism in a ceremony at Temple Israel in Hollywood, California. The ceremony was the end of a nine-month process undertaken by Taylor under the supervision of Reform Rabbi Max Nussbaum.
In late 1945, one-armed John J. Macreedy gets off a train at the isolated desert hamlet of Black Rock. It is the first time in four years that the train has stopped there. After Macreedy states he is looking for a man named Komoko, several of the local men become inexplicably hostile. The hotel desk clerk, Pete Wirth, claims he has no vacant rooms. Hector David threatens him. Later, Reno Smith informs Macreedy that Komoko, a Japanese-American, was interned during World War II.
St. Louis is located approximately four miles east of U.S. Highway 177 on State Highway 59 in southern Pottawatomie County. Originally known as Simpsonville, the town began when J. R. Simpson opened a cotton gin, added a gristmill around 1906, and soon thereafter opened the first general store. Later the town was called St. Louis when Samuel Gratis Johnson, the local Unity School teacher, jokingly remarked to a passerby on his way to town that he was going to St. Louis.
The town grew slowly. A man named Pemberton ran the only blacksmith shop. In 1902 Benjamin M. Green, a Primitive Baptist preacher, arrived from Polk County, Arkansas. He had 160 acres northeast of town and dealt in hides and cattle. In 1910 he opened a gristmill in town. Until a Dr. Blunt moved to St. Louis around 1910, the nearest doctor was Dr. S. D. Dodson who came from Sacred Heart, the nearby Roman Catholic mission and school.
Frank and Lillie E. Rosamond filed the town plat on March 9, 1927. The post office was established in 1928, and the town was incorporated during the oil-boom days. With the influx of oil-field workers during the 1920s, schools met the demand of a tenfold increase of school children. To bring about better education the Unity, Collins, and Cloverdale schools consolidated to form the St. Louis School District. The community’s economy has been based primarily on raising cotton and corn and providing agricultural services. The population declined from 493 in 1930 to 326 in 1940. By 1990 and 2000, respectively, the population was 181 and 206. By the turn of the twenty-first century the residents had erected a sign offering the message, “WELCOME TO ST. LOUIS, Home of 179 Friendly People, 1 Pyromaniac & 1 Busy Body.” The population was 158 in 2010.
2 Plaintiff claimed that oil was being drained from under the 80-acre tract by three offset wells on adjoining lands, one north of the northeast corner of the tract, one east of the northeast corner, and one diagonally north and east of the northeast corner. He contended that under the implied covenant of the oil and gas lease of defendant it was the duty of defendant to drill a well in the northeast ten acres of the 80-acre tract, which would offset the wells above mentioned and protect the tract from drainage thereby, and sought damages for drainage resulting from defendant’s failure to drill such well. The three wells which he contends drain the oil from under his land were drilled in 1928 and 1929. In 1929 defendant drilled a well in the southeast corner of the 80-acre tract which, with a well in the northeast corner, would have protected the tract from the surrounding wells. After the drilling of the well in the southeast corner plaintiff and his co-owners in the mineral interests under the tract requested that a well be drilled in the northeast corner, but this was not done. Plaintiff’s co-owners then brought an action for damages for failure to drill in the northeast corner of the land, which action was settled in October, 1934, by defendant paying such co-owners the sum of $8,000 and assigning to them the oil and gas lease, excepting the southeast ten acres on which the well drilled by defendant was located. Plaintiff was not a party to the action or settlement, and after the settlement was made he again demanded that the well be drilled or damages paid him for drainage, but all negotiations failed, and this action was filed on August 2, 1937.
St. Louis originally began in 1906 as a community named Simpsonville when J. R. Simpson opened a cotton gin, a gristmill and then a general store. It is unclear when the name of the community was changed to St. Louis. A town plat was not filed until March 9, 1927 and a post office was established in 1928.
Except for a brief oil boom in the 1920s, the town’s economy has been based on serving local cotton farmers.
The population peaked at 493 residents in 1930 and has declined until the present.
“I say hello to Nancy and the artists. I think about the Chicano Artist Sanctuaries I am thinking of founding.”
I wrote the above two days ago. I am seeing into the future. Trump’s good squad own guns and see themselves as cowboys. He is supplying them with targets. Hippies were a favorite target of the Republican-right. We were ‘The Savage Indians’. We were hunted!
The pardon of Sheriff Joe checked so many boxes for what we know about how Trump views the world and operates that, in retrospect, it was utterly predictable.
This morning I awoke carrying a heavy load. I dreamed I was in a warehouse in New York choosing old props from a play that had failed, or, was never fully produced. Something went wrong. Now, I was the savior of this play. I heard someone say;
“This is an extremely difficult project. This guy gets his big break, and he’s going for this?”
I awoke with FAILURE staring me in the face. What is the play? I lie in bed half asleep and let my intuition look for the answer. Maybe it’s a musical? I thought about my friends in New York and ‘My Big Beautiful Blue Bicycle’ and my unfinished novel ‘The Gideon Computer’. I say hello to Nancy and the artists. I think about the Chicano Artist Sanctuaries I am thinking of founding. Then, I am looking at my next post I had in mind, and – BINGO!
In lest than an hour I am watching Darian Halsprin walking into a hole in the rocks where there is a waterfall in a grotto. it leads to a house designed by the famous architect – as a prop, that is going to be blown-up!
This movie was made in 1970, the year Rena and I went camping for fifty days in my 1950 Dodge. When Christine saw the painting I did of my muse in 1971, she took up art. Life imitates art. Life is a movie. Consider the real estate deal going on in the house.
Angela Davis is in this movie. My daughter’s mother had a son by a Black Panther, who knew Angela. It’s all here. It wrote itself, as if there is a God, and, Art is God.
At the end of director Michelangelo Antonioni’s anti-capitalist, anti-life turkey of a film ‘Zabriskie Point,’ this house — designed by architect Paolo Soleri and (like several scenes in Antonioni’s film) based on the house in Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘North by Northwest,’ which was itself inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright’s desert houses — this house is ‘lovingly’ exploded in montage as the ‘climax’ of the film; destroyed in balletic slow motion with “a final destructive glee.”
As a director, Antonioni was for sure an accomplished artist. His films were honest demonstrations — of essentially anti-life themes. Antonioni’s original ending to this film, which was the perfect culmination of his film’s theme, was a shot of an airplane sky-writing the phrase “Fuck You, America,” which was cut by MGM president Louis F. Polk.
Never doubt that’s what he meant this replacement scene to say — “a series of slow-motion captures of capitalistic debris flying apart against a smoky blue background.” Never doubt that he meant it.
That’s why the house needed to be so good. Understand that, and you understand much of modern art. Think about it.
And from the siting of the house you can begin to appreciate what it means to “integrate architecture with your site.”
Christian Brevoort Zabriskie (October 16, 1864 – February 8, 1936) was an American businessman and former vice president of Pacific Coast Borax Company. Zabriskie Point on the northeasternmost flank of the Black Mountains east of Death Valley, located in Death Valley National Park is named after him.
|Maria Zabriskie (Brevoort)|
|Birthdate:||April 10, 1779 (82)|
|Birthplace:||New Barbadoes, Bergen County, New Jersey|
|Death:||December 22, 1861 (82)|
Hackensack, Bergen County, New Jersey, United States
|Immediate Family:||Daughter of Elias Brevoort and Maria Brevoort|
Wife of Jacob Christian Zabriskie
Mother of Dr. Christian Brevoort Zabriskie; Elias Brevoort Zabriskie; Henry Brevoort Zabriskie; Maria Stoutenburgh Solomon and Col. James Cannon Zabriskie
|Managed by:||Michael M.van Beuren ©|
About Elias Brevoort
Seems to have started as a Loyalist <see list. Not to be confused with another Elias Brevoort now on the DAR list and served under Major Goetchius (NJ) ref: DAR# A104082 . His younger brother Henry remained “loyal” in the Out Ward of New York and preserved the family farm just north of Washington Square.
One Elias Brevoort was granted land in Digby, NS as a Loyalist refugee. Evidently, he returned to the US just as many other refugees did.