Bill Graham and Sol Yurick

Here are two men of the 60s who set the scene. Bill Graham knew Street Theatre, and may have canned and sold it. Sol Yurick was a social worker and radical who canned the apocalyptical rage of Street Monsters, and sold it.

Below is a video made by Alley Valkyrie and John Monroe, who are the New Mother and Father of Radical Reason. This is the OCCUPY Police Force. Monroe does – Jack Webb – as The Facts Man. He scolds students at the UofO for not being radical enough. He is PISSED deep down inside, because they do not see his Beggar Army as being radicals, but, as homeless people who will follow anyone for a free hot dog and small bag of potato chips.

When no one would buy her art and fashion, Alley Valkyrie gathered the homeless around her to become Crazy Granny Goose, who with three attorney’s attacked the Eugene Government, and caused them to yield – for the sake of the poor wretches who are given SIX COMMANDMETS that says it all! Homeless folks – are a pain in the ass! Especially when they are – DRUNKS! Much FICTION has been written to make Homeless Drunks look like upstanding citizens of the Bohemian Nation.

I scolded Belle for not telling me WHO her people are, and, THREATENED to found my own homeless group – EMPLOYING MY SOBRIETY! I was suspicious as to why Burch wanted my homeless-sober story – after I offered her co-authorship of my autobiography! She turned me down, and offered to edit – for a fee! Only when she looked at this blog, did she see how much of MY STORY is recorded.

Not able to BUST THE ASS of any Whoville resident, lest they turn on their benefactors. THEY needed a SCAPEGOAT. Belle threw me to the Dogs, under the Bus! John Monroe pleads for people to – PILE ON – ignoring his rule

“NO – fighting or threatening behavior (physical or verbal)”

The homeless old man next to THE LAWS is right out of Orwell’s 1984. I have been looking for a model for my VILLAIN in my novel ‘The Royal Janitor’. I’m going to have Miriam Starfish spot Monroe’s Double, on ‘The Free Me’ T.V. show. She whispers….

“Napoleon!”

“What? Who are you talking about?” Asks Victoria Bond.

“That guy! He’s right out of Orwell. He’s a Master Shamer!”

I challenge John Monroe to write and publish his bio, so we can read where and how he got his PERMISSION to be King Cop and bust an old hippie’s ass. I just found a Warrior video game. I talked to Sol for a couple of hours. He would love this. John should write about the legal backup he got from Jean Stacey and Mary Broadhurst seen in pic above.

Sol Yurick passed away. I and my ex-wife, along with my step-daughter, stayed at Sol’s house when we went back east to pick up the Thunderbird. We talked for hours about his books, and, the real Cultural Warfare that was going down. I really liked this man.

Conventional armies are powerless against highly loyal and specialized gangs. America’s Rebel Army was this. The British did not stand a chance.

John Presco

EXTRA! The Taliban has won!

Washington Square Park ‘drug den’ horrifies Greenwich Village (nypost.com)

“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now.

Mary Broadhurst; and this is what I mean. now someone who writes disturbing thoughts and publishes them on the internet is now thrown into the same box as a child molester.”

Ashley Hewes: I understand and respect your thoughts Mary but I also feel that he should not be allowed to feel comfortable in this community. He rates right up there with child molesters for me.

“Glenn Combs: I’m thinkin’ concrete shoes. We got a river with deep spots… Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Mark Thomas Shekoyan: I’d be careful what is said here in public forums. If the law gets involved, all of this is public record submit-able to a court of law.”

Smart Art Talk – With John Monroe | Rosamond Press

On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
Jon

On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
Jon

The group was founded in 1959 by R. G. Davis as a medium of expression of his divergent theatrical concepts.[citation needed] The group debuted with Mime and Word (1959) and The 11th Hour Mime Show (1960).[citation needed] However, by 1961, the group transitioned to the Commedia dell’Arte format to more thoroughly comment on perceived political repression in the United States of America, the growing American Civil Rights Movement and military and covert intervention abroad. In the mid-1960s the group started to rely less on the direct Commedia dell’Arte format and transitioned into a more rambunctious, satirical style.[citation needed] It also began integrating elements of jazz into its musical composition, eventually leading to the inclusion of a jazz band within the troupe. The group gained significant notoriety for its free performances in Golden Gate Park and numerous altercations with law enforcement. 

His novel, The Bag, was soaked in the violence-fuelled spirit of that terrible year, with its mix of racism, sex, revolution, police repression and Molotov cocktails. Truman Capote thought it was the worst novel of the year.

A lawless, drug-infested Washington Square Park is horrifying even famously free-spirited Greenwich Village residents.

“We may be liberal but this has gone too far,” lamented Steven Hill, who has called the neighborhood home since 1980. “There have always been drugs in the park, mostly pot, but what’s emerged this spring is like nothing we’ve ever seen before.”

Washington Square Park’s northwest corner was overtaken in recent months by a crack- and heroin-filled “drug den,” while boisterous, booze-soaked raves around the central fountain have kept neighbors up until the wee hours and left the historic green space trashed each morning.

THE BAG

New York: Trident Press, 1968.

A passionate, seething, roiling novel… another Grapes of Wrath.
—The New York Times

SURREALISM IN THE URBAN JUNGLE


The Bag is, among other things, the story of Sam Miller—novelist, former professor, former idealist jolted into feelings of apocalypse by political and social upheavals. Miller’s new novel, which he considers a horror, is greeted as a tour de force by his publishers. Indignantly, he retrieves his manuscript and retreats to an anonymous job in the New York City Welfare Department, and to a sleazy furnished room. But The Bag is also a story of a city and its people. For Sam’s experiences in New York’s Welfare Department throw him into an urban maelstrom: black nationalists, slumlords, pushers and addicts, liberals and business… the power-hungry and the powerless.

John Monroe Smears My Mother

Posted on January 8, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press

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Here is Alley Valkyrie’s boyfriend, John Monroe, mentioning my mother in the same sentence as the rape case of three University of Oregon basketball players. He employs the erotic lies of Julie Lynch, the ghost writer Stacey Pierrot hired to do a job on my mother and her son. John sees himself as the Character Assassin doing the bidding of his criminal mastermind who will do almost anything to get on T.V.  I have made their Most Wanted list, like the one terrorists made for the murdered artists and writers in Paris.

Jon Presco

“His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star, see my post earlier in the thread for the links to demonstrate this) is his way of desperately seeking immortality as he gets closer to death. I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies, obviously still running just fine regardless of whether his genitals work. His desire to demonstrate his superior masculinity is linked to obvious male socialization patters. Cf. Oregon Duck rape scandal(s).

His fear is dangerous, his illness is dangerous, his bigotry is dangerous. And I’m seeing just three people willing to put up a defense against that danger. And while obviously psychotic and seemingly paranoid as well, he is above all a threat to people in our community.

I’d like to point out the following two quotes from Presco:

“She’s the head of the dragon of fear! She should have not let me know that, because when I have to fight, I go for a head shot! Especially when the body is so co-dependent to Alley.
Yesterday at 12:33pm”

“Greg Presco  She retreated in this chat. She bid you to protect her. How are you going to do that? She already lost. I am going to immortalize her along with Belle. No one can stop me. They will be famous.”

Anyone acquainted with the subtleties of violent communication can see that Presco entertains death-phantasies regarding Alley and Belle. Every psychotic lone shooter imagines themselves and their target as dual immortalities — here Presco sees Belle and Alley as potential victims that can turn him into an Eternal Name.

Animal Farm is a satirical allegorical novella by George Orwell, first published in England on 17 August 1945.[1][2] The book tells the story of a group of farm animals who rebel against their human farmer, hoping to create a society where the animals can be equal, free, and happy. Ultimately, the rebellion is betrayed, and the farm ends up in a state as bad as it was before, under the dictatorship of a pig named Napoleon.

According to Orwell, the fable reflects events leading up to the Russian Revolution of 1917 and then on into the Stalinist era of the Soviet Union.[3][4] Orwell, a democratic socialist,[5] was a critic of Joseph Stalin and hostile to Moscow-directed Stalinism, an attitude that was critically shaped by his experiences during the May Days conflicts between the POUM and Stalinist forces during the Spanish Civil War.[6][a] The Soviet Union had become a totalitarian autocracy built upon a cult of personality while engaging in the practice of mass incarcerations and secret summary trials and executions. In a letter to Yvonne Davet, Orwell described Animal Farm as a satirical tale against Stalin (“un conte satirique contre Staline“),[7] and in his essay “Why I Write” (1946), wrote that Animal Farm was the first book in which he tried, with full consciousness of what he was doing, “to fuse political purpose and artistic purpose into one whole”.[8]

Animal Farm – Wikipedia

Washington Square Park ‘drug den’ horrifies Greenwich Village (nypost.com)

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Bill Graham (promoter) – Wikipedia

The Sol Warriors

Posted on August 13, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press

Sol Yurick
The film of The Warriors, 1979

Sol Yurick passed away. I and my ex-wife, along with my step-daughter, stayed at Sol’s house when we went back east to pick up the Thunderbird. We talked for hours about his books, and, the real Cultural Warfare that was going down. I really liked this man.

Conventional armies are powerless against highly loyal and specialized gangs. America’s Rebel Army was this. The British did not stand a chance.

Jon

The American novelist Sol Yurick, who has died aged 87, was too radical, too extreme and too violent for the respectable literary establishment of New York, yet no writer more fully embodied the city’s anguished spirit in the 1960s. His novels The Warriors (1965), Fertig (1966) and The Bag (1968) constitute a trilogy of vibrant energy, biting satire and high, though irreverent, artistic seriousness.

The Warriors, a tale of gangs and street violence, was rejected by 27 publishers before it finally appeared. With its carefully crafted parallels with Xenophon’s Anabasis, it was more literary than Hubert Selby Jr’s Last Exit to Brooklyn (1964), but shared its gritty feel for the city’s underclass. In 1979 it was made into a stylish film by Walter Hill. Vincent Canby in the New York Times considered the film “a mish-mash of romantic cliches, moods and visual effects”.

Yurick, who thought it trashy and sentimentalised, agreed. After the New York premiere, his daughter, Susanna, said: “It’s all right, daddy, the kids will love it.” And they did. The Warriors became a cult classic, later embraced by hip-hop acts including the Wu-Tang Clan, spoofed in a Nike commercial and adapted as a PlayStation 2 game.

Hill’s movie drew upon comic-book characterisation but Yurick, who came out of the proletarian belly of New York, knew better. His parents, Sam and Flo, immigrants from eastern Europe, were communists and trade-union activists. Marx and Lenin, strikes and demonstrations, were regular topics of dinner-table conversation. His earliest political memory was, at the age of 14, the anguish he felt at the Stalin-Hitler pact. Yurick enlisted in the US army in 1944 and trained as a surgical technician. A long illness led to a medical discharge in 1945. The GI bill enabled him to attend New York University, where he studied literature. He read James Joyce with intensity and conceived (half-seriously) the Joycean idea of using the Anabasis of Xenophon as a way to tell the story of a gang battling through the city towards their home at Coney Island.


Sol Yurick Sol Yurick explored the dark underbelly of New York and felt that writers had often ignored the city’s streets. Photograph: Susanna Yurick


He went to work as a social investigator in the department of welfare in 1954. Life within the welfare bureaucracy led Yurick to conclude that such programmes were designed solely to control the poor. He later wrote an angry essay on welfare which he submitted to Commentary, a leading Jewish magazine with intellectual pretensions. It was repeatedly rejected by the editor, Norman Podhoretz. Yurick had committed the unforgivable sin of writing with too much passion, of violating the canons of civility and detachment. He was sure that the rejection was political.

Despite the critical success of Elia Kazan’s harsh film On the Waterfront and the romantic ethnic ghettos of West Side Story, Yurick felt that writers were ignoring the city’s streets. He wanted to bring night-time New York, after the shoppers and men in grey-flannel suits went home to the suburbs, back to the centre of culture. While working with poor families, he encountered children who were members of street gangs. He found it impossible to talk to them directly about gang life; they would tell him only what they believed he wanted to hear. A rented panel truck gave him a way to observe them secretly. He walked the streets where the gangs ruled, and once went on foot through the subway tunnel between 96th Street and 110th Street. It was a scary experience. He wanted to show that street gangs, universally seen as a symptom of social dysfunctionality, gave to the poor a structure of loyalty and a sense of community. They were neither sick, nor bad, only poor.

Fertig, Yurick’s second novel, was a scathing commentary on the American healthcare and legal system. He spent several years doing research for the book in Kings County and Bellevue hospitals in New York, taking mental notes, as he tried to figure out the way a grieving father might take revenge upon those whose indifference led to the death of his son. Fertig was made into the film The Confession (1999), featuring Alec Baldwin and Ben Kingsley. Its feelgood ending was false to the spirit of the novel.

From the mid-1960s Yurick became increasingly involved in street protests against the war in Vietnam. As the protests accelerated into free speech confrontations with “liberal” educational establishments such as Columbia University, he worked with Students for a Democratic Society, contributing to the SDS tract Who Runs Columbia? and sharpening their strategy. Yurick’s wife, the potter Adrienne Lash, was a close associate of Ted Gold, an SDS leader who was a key figure in the radical Weather Underground organisation. Gold was one of three bombmakers killed in an explosion at 18 West 11th Street in 1970. The survivors of the explosion went into hiding. The FBI was all over the cell, and the documentation later released under the Freedom of Information Act (available with redaction on the FBI website) patiently builds a chilling portrait of the city’s middle-class terrorists in the 1960s.

Yurick’s third novel, The Bag, was soaked in the violence-fuelled spirit of that terrible year, with its mix of racism, sex, revolution, police repression and Molotov cocktails. Truman Capote thought it was the worst novel of the year. Two further novels followed, and a collection of short stories, Someone Just Like You (1973), but the rapid disintegration of the student protest movement that decade left Yurick to confront the prospect of being a novelist and not the mentor of a revolution.

He edited an anthology of previously unpublished Brooklyn writers in 1973, using material submitted in an open (and unpaid) competition organised by the public library. He worked with Bertell Ollmann on an alternative socialist boardgame to Monopoly, and began work on a Marxist detective story hopefully aiming to reveal the innocence of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, who were found guilty of spying in 1951.

Books were announced and never published. Film projects – including a remake of The Warriors by Tony Scott – were abandoned. Several of his books were marked “offsite” in the New York public library catalogue. It was a kind of cultural death.

He published Behold Metatron in 1985, collecting complex and verbose essays on the emerging “Metastate”. Yurick was an occasional reviewer and signer of public letters protesting against one enormity after another. In 1987 he took an office job in Brooklyn. A venturesome publisher is needed to reissue Yurick’s complete 60s trilogy; like Selby and the New York novelist Daniel Fuchs, he saw American cities with a ferocious clarity.

He is survived by Adrienne, Susanna and a grandson.

The Royal Drum Circle

Posted on July 27, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Royal Janitor

Chapter Three

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!”

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How Was OCCUPY T.V. Funded?

Posted on September 21, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

After a fight and death at the OCCUPY camp, the elected People of Eugene shut it down. I found a T.V. show where Alley Valkyrie and her lover, John Monroe, go after a Councilman for not approving of fire barrels at the camp for warmth.occupyeugene.JPGView full sizeThe Associated PressMembers of the Occupy Eugene movement carry their belongs out of the Washington Jefferson Park last week after the city closed the area.

EUGENE (AP) — The city is building a fence at the home of a city council member who opposed the Occupy Eugene encampment after demonstrators on his lawn, including some topless women, unnerved a family with two young children who were out viewing Christmas lights. The nighttime demonstrations in front of George Poling’s home also appalled neighbors.

. Poling was one of three council members who consistently voted against allowing the Occupy protesters to camp in city parks, but some participants singled him out for opposing fires at the camp.

On Christmas night, a group of 15 to 20 people erected tents on Poling’s lawn. Four were arrested on trespassing charges. Four nights later, five masked women stood on the sidewalk in front of his house with a gong and had letters written on their chests spelling out the word “truth.” No arrests were made.

Police are keeping a watch on Poling’s house, and both Poling and the city have paid for unspecified security measures. Last week, a 6-foot-tall chain link fence was placed in front of Poling’s home at city expense, and on Wednesday, workers began replacing the fence with a permanent wrought iron fence.

“It’s not just about me,” Poling said. “It’s about my wife who has had to put up with this. It’s about this family whose children were traumatized by what they saw.”

The council disbanded the Occupy camp after a fight broke out there, leading to the death of one man. It led to the protests outside Poling’s house.

Here are my neighbors harassing me – after I told them I called the police. Kim Haffner invoked the names of three members of OCCUPY. Not writer has ever undergone such a ruthless onslaught, aimed at destroying me, hurting my reputation, and wiping out my history. I am going to try to get Kin Haffner evicted because she poses a danger to me,  These women are MONSTERS! They wrote messages on their bare chest and stood in front of a elected officials house – who has terrified children inside! These evil witches tell their victims that all descent boundaries will be broken. This is a HOME INVASION!

When Kim Haffner and I were friends, I told her I was being harassed by OCCUPY.  She read this threat. When she thought I rejected her because she weighs 500 pounds, she employed our neighbors – TO GET ME! She employed my tormenters I called the FBI on. I talked to the FBI about the Haffner gang. They will get an update about poor Polings, who was subjected to sexual abuse – because he was a man!

“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”

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