John Detro did not have much longer to live after he wrote about a world famous woman artist. His roommate, a fellow writer, blames it on Detro’s addiction to nicotine. Did he sit at his desk all day filling his abalone ashtray with foul-smelling cigarette butts? Let’s not mention the stale smoke that got trapped inside whenever the fog rolled in. Can’t open the windows, lest John catch a chill, he told he only got months to live. Have you heard? Not much time to finish that piece on Pynchon’s love of jazz, his masterpiece. As for his poetry. Detro proves there is such a thing as bad poetry. Who gives a rat’s ass if he took a pee a long time ago in a drunken stupor, while feeling sorry for himself? Not his brothers and sisters at the AA meeting. They heard too many blobby sob stories he was wanting to turn into masterful poems. Some already filled his lousy poetry book – he couldn’t give away! He placed a box of them next to the coffee machine – and AA cups! No one had the guts to toss them out!
The owners of the Monterey Pinecone were wanting to get Detro out of their hair, when Jacci Belford called, and told them her boss just drowned. Get John out there, in the fresh breeze, where his cigarette smoke can cause no one – more harm – but John. It will do us all allot of good. But, he ain’t going to Rocky Point, where Rosamond was “killed” by a rogue wave. When you’ve written about one rogue wave, you’ve written about them all. They come and go. They take their quota of lives. Ho-hum. Oh well. There’s not much else happening in…..Rogue Wave City.
Did Detro go to Christine Rosamond’s funeral? Did he end up sitting next to Vic Presco who was hiding in the back from the family he sired? I’m the only one left – maybe. Mark Presco may not be dead, he in hiding. Why? Did Detro try to get my brother’s story?
I think I came up with a new title for my autobiography in this old stale post. Like donut holes of the mind……everything has a hole in it.
I Think His Name Is Greg
Posted on December 23, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
‘”I wonder if you can help me. Back in 1983, I met a man in Oakland
named, I believe, Greg.”
Getting the name of John and Jesus right is part of the cosmology that created the Christian Religion. Not telling me I am a father is part of electing of The Messiah. Patrice Hanson walked into the Rosamond gallery re-opening with my sixteen year old daughter. My aunt Lillian told me Stacey Pierrot sent her a photograph of my offspring. Sydney Morris was taken by Stacey, he always alert to find THE SANE ONE when it comes to creative legacies – and hand it over to his chosen one without consulting a professional psychologist,
My family was shocked to see my daughter and asked if she had contacted me. They were shocked to learn they had not, and were not really interested in doing so. The Pierrot Team suggested they should because we were negotiating about me contributing to Snyder’s LYING BIO. So, the back up history – to rewrite it. Patrice is pretending she does not completely know the father of her daughter is name “Greg” She does recall I told her my sister was named Rosamond. They told me Heather’s teacher googled Rosamond, and found Stacey and Sydney’s Casting Call. A movie deal was blessed by the law firm of Robert Brevoort Buck. What could go wrong with a movie deal? Ignore the tabloids at the checkout counter.
Call me Greg
E-mail from Patrice
“I¯ve been thinking about the apparent conflict in regard to the biography. Perhaps there is information I don¡¯t have but it seems to me that a biography written by the brother would be a very different book from a very different perspective than one written by an outsider and so there would be room for the creation of both of them.
I know when I am really interested in someone or something, I like to get my hands on as many resources as possible to get information from a variety of points of view. So I don¡¯t see that it needs to be an either/or situation.
But, as I said, perhaps there is something I don¡¯t know that you do. We can talk about it more. Tom Snyder seems like a really nice guy also. It seems he is supportive of you and he definitely played an important part in connecting you with Heather and that is important and not to be ignored.
I¯m excited too. Maybe not as excited as you and Heather, but pretty excited. I do look forward to seeing you again. I¯m happy this is all out in the open now. It kind of lifts a weight off me that I wasn¯t really aware of but can notice now how much better it feels that you
know about your daughter.
Love and blessings! Patrice
From: Stacey Pierrot
To: jonpresco8@h¡, vpresco
Subject: [Fwd: Patrice Hanson at Bancroft House in Sonoma]
Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2001 09:02:43 -0800
FRIENDS AND ADMIRERS OF ROSAMOND You¡¯ll be pleased to know that
Rosamond Publishing has commissioned the artist¡¯s biography: a
celebration of her life and legacy. We¡¯re working closely with the
author, Tom Snyder, to produce a handsome book dedicated to an
extraordinary life. Tom is a trained observer as well as
a storyteller intrigued by every turn in life¡¯s odyssey. If you have
any comments to share with Tom about your own response to Rosamond¡¯s
work, he¡¯d be happy to hear from you. His e-mail address is:
Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2001 11:25:39 EST
Subject: Patrice Hanson at Bancroft House in Sonoma
I wonder if you can help me. Back in 1983, I met a man in Oakland
named, I believe, Greg. He told me that Rosamond was his sister and
that is the only thing I really know about him as a possible way of locating him. I need to find him for a very important reason. If you happen to know
if Rosamond had a brother by this name or any clues that I could follow to locate him, I would appreciate it very much. Thank you for any help you can
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“This illness is very hard to treat because the paranoid person does not even trust the doctors. So, here I am, feeling heartbroken after many years of thinking I had this under control but I am grateful for these feelings. I see that they are healing for myself to do here and this sharing is my first step. Leave me a heart if you ever felt heartbroken over a family member with a mental illness.”
“I have a lot of love and compassion for my dad, even though he has made me, my mom, and anyone who is close to me out to be a monster. I still have so much love and compassion for him.”
Sydney Morris works for, or is a partner of Robert Buck, who put together the Buck Foundation employing his legal expertise. Morris destroys the estate of Brett Weston and Christine Rosamond Benton, two of Carmel’s most creative citizens. Jack London and George Serling founded this famous Bohemian Mecca. Ben Maddow wrote Edward Weston’s biography.
Here is a Buck Baby going after Gavin Newsom thinking they are saving Californians from becoming alcoholics or – whatever! The whole board ignores me – and my late sister.
One of modern photography’s greatest pioneers, Edward Weston awakened his viewers to the sensuous qualities of organic forms. In this biography Ben Maddow draws heavily on Weston’s uncut journals and letters and on the reminiscences and written accounts of his closest friends and family to reveal the man behind the opaque formalism of the photographs.
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