The truth is trying to EXIST! It is under severe attack. That I chose David to direct a series that looks for the truth – is very uncanny! I may have opened Drew’s urn at the moment Lynch is fleeing the fire.
JRP
“I want this series to have two directors, who will direct alternate shows. I want Bruce Springsteen to write new songs, and play a role in Quentin Tarantino’s version, and Bob Dylan to write songs, and act in David Lynch’s version“
Portent and David Lynch
Posted on January 19, 2025 by Royal Rosamond Press
“I saw the writing on the wall,” Lynch told People, explaining how his long-time practice of transcendental meditation helped him quit and to stay optimistic. Still, he admitted: “It’s tough living with emphysema. I can hardly walk across a room. It’s like you’re walking around with a plastic bag around your head.”
Consider the Trojan Horse. If only the Trojans had left it where it was – to rot!
The Imposter and The Holy Spirit
Posted on October 10, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
All the Earth is Mine is a painting by Greg Collins which was uploaded on January 14th, 2023.
Message To Chief of Police
Posted on September 21, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
TO: Police Chief of Bullhead City
C.O. Toby Cotter City Manager
FROM: John Presco
RE: Death of Drew Benton Case# 24-24263
DATE: September 20, 2024
Dear Sir: I am the uncle of Drew Taylor Rosamond Benton. While checking in on my relatives on Facebook, I found a post by Damien Bosley saying Drew had taken her life, and he is looking for members of her family. There are five members of our family in the area. I wonder why they are not responding, and in looking at family members on Facebook,
Views from Zabriskie Point
Ther Imposter and The Holy Spirit
A Series
by
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
When I opened my door Friday afternoon, there stood a Postman who looked just like Jesus. He was carrying a box that read:
“CREMATED REMAINS”
I thought about
THE RESRURRECTION
I went and got my camera. After I captured this spiritual image, I heard a voice, that said;
“Here’s that movie script you’ve been waiting for – Mr. Presco – from God! I just need your signature, and, it’s……all yours!”
I want this series to have two directors, who will direct alternate shows. I want Bruce Springsteen to write new songs, and play a role in Quentin Tarantino’s version, and Bob Dylan to write songs, and act in David Lynch’s version. Dylan may still be a follower of Jesus, and is a good artist. Lynch went to art school. Jesus has been the subject of many works of art. I would love to see David and Dylan take up where John Huston left off with his masterpiece ‘Wise Blood’. I want a movie about Jesus – with no Jesus! The fight that Jesus had over the Holy Spirit, via, St. Paul! I wantpsee Tarantino and Springsteen elude to the presence of a Holy Spirit – without any reference to Jesus! This movie is for atheists and doubters who made up the First Followers. Zabriskie Point is the location. The movie
THE LAST TEMPTATION OF JESUS CHRIST
Is an inspiration.
I want Johnny Depp to play the Great Art Imposter who claims the Holy Spirit of Mel Lyman has found a home in him, and, he is hard pressed to prove Mel is dead. Drew Benton and Mel are in the same family tree via his wife Jessie Benton. Johnny is stalked by Mr. Goosucker who claims Drew Benton is still alive. I would like Thomas Pynchon ton write a few shows. As many as he likes. Dylan and Bruce can tap into Lyman’s amazing musical history to create a powerful cult that will give the Trump cult a run for its money! I want Jesus Freaks to get adducted to this series.
In a ghost town, the world’s greatest philosopher has established an elite school for philosophers. They say the old wise man is over a hundred years old, and can prove – without a doubt – Jesus did not exist, and if he did, he would be an imposter.
Of all the people that came at me after Christine died, I owned love for Leah. It was something she said while I did my daughter’s portrait in the garden of the Bed and Breakfast owned by the heads of Sc
Return to Zabriskie Point
Posted on August 22, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
“Meanwhile Daria (Daria Halprin), “a sweet, pot-smoking post-teenybopper of decent inclinations,” is driving across the desert towards Phoenix in a 1950s era Buick automobile to meet her boss Lee, who may or may not also be her lover.”
When ‘Easy Rider’ came out, my kindred and friends said I look just like THE ACTOR, Dennis Hopper, who is some kind of hippie biker – only on film! Hopper marred THE ACTRESS, Daria Halprin, whose mother was a dancer and who runs a dance healing clinic called ‘Tamalpa Life/Art’ which may be near Mount Tamalpais where I camped with Rena – all alone. There was not one famous director to be seen. We took no direction. Rena’s beauty was not captured and put in a can. I got a real good close-up of her about sixteen hours a day. I can’t complain – really!
Daria starred in A MOVIE about radical hippies in revolt, called ‘Zabriskie Point’. It was an utter failure. I am an original hippie, who along with my hippie friends, did not go see this movie, because, it is a case of Art Imitating Life. We had no interest in paying money to go see FAKE PAID HIPSTERS imitating us, and, speak for us. We spent our extra money on drugs so we could alter our mind, get turned on – and have sex!
The other star of Zabriskie Point was a Mel Lyman devotee. Mark Frechette held up a bank with another Lyman Family member after he made his movie. He had real-life interests. Mel Lyman is my kindred who created a network of MUSicians, Actors, and Artists. He is in my family tree. He married Jessie Benton, a cousin of my ex-brother-in-law, Garth Benton who acted in movies, as did his first wife, Alli McBride.
If Rena had married me, then she would be kin to Mel Lyman, too. Rena was not an actress, but a young woman who experimented with drugs, went on a Road Trip to L.A. from Nebraska, then took another trip with me and two other hippies to Winnemucca in a 1950 Dodge. I flipped out in a town in the desert. What is going on out in the Mohave Desert while the cameras are rolling, went on between Rena and I in the wilds of California. We were – THE REAL DEAL!
Mel Lyman was kin to Philip Boileau whose women look like Darian, and my later Sister, Christine Rosamond Benton. This is quite a grouping of creative people, smitten by their Muse.
Most human being have come to believe nothing is real if it is not in the movies or on T.V. This is safe for them. They want real life filtered and scanned for any real danger, and any real sex. They also want money to empower them.
“Frechette was paid sixty thousand dollars for his work. He and Halprin took their cache of earnings to Fort Hill where it was turned over in full to The Lyman Family.”
Now, back to our very real home invasion in Roxbury that happened just down the street from Lyman Commune.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2013
On August 29, 1973, he and two members of the Fort Hill commune attempted to rob the New England Merchant’s Bank in the Fort Hill section of Roxbury, a poor neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts. One of the members of the commune, Christopher “Herc” Thien, was killed by police and Frechette was arrested and sentenced to the minimum security state prison in Norfolk, Massachusetts. He died during an apparent weightlifting accident when a 150-pound bar fell on his neck, choking him to death. Prison officials did not suspect foul play; however, questions arose whether Frechette had been suffering from depression.[4] He was 27 years old.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxG4tHGOS_A
Zabriskie – The Musical
Posted on August 26, 2017by Royal Rosamond Press
“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!
http://www.cnn.com/2017/08/26/politics/trump-arpaio/index.html
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.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
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.
Big Bucks in ‘The Big Trees’
Posted on June 9, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Ramblen Wild Jack Rodeo
Posted on May 29, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Ramblen Jack Elliot played alot at the Jabberwocky. Edith Sedgwick grew up on a ranch in Santa Babrara and rode horses. She is depicted as – mentally ill. Harry, Meghan, and Orpra Winfrey took giant steps in removing the stigmatic chains that bind those who suffer.
The law firm of Robert Brevoort Buck, mishandled the artistic estate of Christine Rosamond Benton, and destroyed it. I do not know if Robert knows his family tree and history – like I do – but coming from this creative family, one is bid to produce high quality endeavors – especially when you have all the money in the world – and come from the most prestigious roots -ever! Did Andy Warhol know about Edie’s roots? How about Bob Dylan?
I’m slipping in the sculptor, Ron Boise, in with these.
Jessie Benton Lyman – Spacewoman | Rosamond Press
My mother did not know her prestigious roots that I uncovered, because she died before I could tell her. I was not told she was dying. I missed her by twelve hours. Rosemary had very little money and raised four children without any alimony payments. She made porno movies for Big Bones Remmer to keep us from going hungry. It is this KIND OF CONTRAST the world of art, and all our fans – WANT! Robert Buck deprived us of this. He created a Conflict of Interest by getting OUTSIDERS to tell our story. They wanted – MONEY! Money and Art do not mix well.
Rosemary Rosamond Rides and Shoots | Rosamond Press
When the son of Francis Duke Sedgwick confessed to his father he was in love with a man at school, The Duke flipped out. The Duke was a famous Cowboy Superman Stud Sculptor. Did John Wayne borrow his title? Edie flipped out when her brother – killed himself! Edie was an authentic Human Being. I honor her this Memorial Day Weekend. I play Ramblen Jack Elliot’s song to go with her Country Lady Blues.
Henry Brevoort built the Village in New York, and was a good friend of Washington Iriving.
Brevoort of the Village | Rosamond Press
John
William Ellery SEDGWICK / Constance Irving BREVOORT
(46) Ramblin’ Jack Elliott – If I Were A Carpenter – YouTube
Colonel Jim Eskew and his Wild West Show in Waverly, NY | 2 Talk Horses
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott – Wikipedia
Biographical note
The first members of the Brevoort family in America came from Holland prior to 1655 and soon thereafter settled in Bushwick, then a separate village that would eventually be annexed by the City of Brooklyn in 1855. After 20 years in Bushwick, the family purchased land in New York City (present-day Manhattan) where the family prospered. It wasn’t until 1845 that members of the Brevoort family moved back to Brooklyn.
Henry Brevoort (1747-1841) was a successful farmer whose lands lay just outside of the early city limits of New York. His estate consisted of 86 acres between 9th Street and 18th Street, bounded by Fifth Avenue on the west and the Bowery on the east, thus part of today’s West Village. The opening of Broadway up to 23rd Street forced New York City street commissioners to create a dog-leg bend at 10th Street, as Brevoort was determined to prevent the disruption of his estate. Brevoort and son Henry, Jr. prevented the opening of 11th Street between Broadway and the Bowery in the 1830s and 1840s to prevent the destruction of the old family farm house.
Henry Brevoort, Jr. (1782-1848) was widely respected for his adventurous travels and artistic interests. He accompanied Lewis and Clark on their expedition to the Pacific Northwest from 1803 to 1806 and spent a great deal of time in the North American wilderness working for John Jacob Astor’s American Fur Company. He was equally at home and well received in salons throughout Europe during his travels abroad. Henry Brevoort, Jr. was a close friend of Washington Irving and was primarily responsible (along with Irving’s brother Ebenezer) for the publication of the American edition of Irving’s The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent..
James Carson Brevoort (1818-1887), Henry Jr.’s son, was educated in Europe during his parents’ travels. He graduated from Baron Fellenberg’s school in Hofwyl, Switzerland and then earned a degree in civil engineering from the Ecole Centrale des Arts et Manufactures in Paris. He served as Washington Irving’s private secretary following Irving’s appointment as United States Minister to Spain in 1842. Brevoort married Elizabeth Dorothea Lefferts in 1845 and moved to Brooklyn. There he managed the large land holdings of his father-in-law, Judge Leffert Lefferts. In Brooklyn, Brevoort gained renown for his scholarly interest and public service. He studied history, entomology, and ichthyology and also served for many years as a member of the Brooklyn Board of Education and the Board of Water Commissioners. Brevoort also helped to found the Long Island Historical Society (now the Brooklyn Historical Society) in 1863, served as its President for 10 years, and was a Director of the Society until his death.
James Carson Brevoort’s only child, Henry L. Brevoort (1849-1895), followed his father’s interest in engineering and became one of the country’s foremost patent and invention lawyers, with a client list that included Westinghouse, Western Union, and the New York and Brooklyn Bridge Company. He was also a founder in 1890 of the Brevoort Savings Bank in Brooklyn.
Henry Brevoort (1747 – 1841) – Genealogy (geni.com)
Guide to the Brevoort family papers 1977.285 (nyu.edu)
Edith Sedgewick Kin To Henry Brevoort
Posted on December 4, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here is the genealogy of Edith Sedgewick and Christian Brevoort Zabriski Buck, the half brother of William Buck. I am the rightful historian of the Buck Foundation – and the greatest Artistic Dynasty in the world!
I will never forget Sydney Morris saying this to me;
“I heard your sister was a real pain in the ass!”
This is when I sensed Mark Presco the Neo-Nazi Racist, was pulling strings in back of the dark stage he is the master of. I suspect, Garth’s divorce attorney, Robin Beare, was ready to continue the Benton divorce and make sure her client got all he wanted – including members of my natal family that he preferred. Shannon and I had to go. The plan was for Vicki Presco to drop out as Christine Rosamond Benton’s 1st. named executor, and Jacci Belford drop put as 2nd. named – and name Garth Benton as executor – which they did. This is a total betrayal of the descendant – and highly unethical! Christine never dreamed she would be so betrayed – and destroyed!
Then Garth was refused, his friend, Larry Chazen, gave it a go. He was refused. I suspect Beare asked Morris to step in, and he was approved. I can see my evil brother gloating now. He and his evil untalented sister are – in control of THE ART! Rosamond’s teacher – is out in the cold! Now who is – out in the cold! Robert Brevoort Buck has lost control of his family history. I own it. Now I am going after a big hunk of the Buck Foundation!
If any woman in the history of the worls deserved the title ‘A Real Pain In The Ass’ it was Edith Sedgewich, the most addicted celebrity – the world has ever known.
Fuck you Mark Presco, if you are still alive. Fuck you Morris! I will marry you two in the most hellish history I can summon! This was a ARTISTIC LEGACY, and not the legacy of the Nazi who owned the Swastika Stamping plant of Hamburg.
My God! Christine was to celebrate her first sober birthday at Rocky Point. Friends and family were going to be there. How many watched her drown? There was going to knew hope. Then Garth and his attorney get another ten rounds from Morris tobeat the shit out of a dead woman artist – while my family helps! There needs to be JUSTICE! Her fans probobaly put their Rosamond Women in the closet lest the see her pleading eyes!
“Gaslighting The Rose of the World | Rosamond Press
Garth was out of the picture! Now – he is in the limelight celebrating a tragedy.
“We were almost there when an ambulance passed us, going the other way. We both realized it was carrying Christine. My mind flashed back over the last few months and years, and all the anguish for Nina and Drew and me, even for Christine. I was crying, and I turned to Nina — this is what I am ashamed of — and I said, ‘we’re free. And Drew is saved.”
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Benton
Andy Warhol & Edie Sedgwick Interview (Merv Griffin Show 1965) Full – YouTube
Christian Brevoort Zabriski Buck
Suzy & Rob, Source: https://old.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=125944966
| Christian Brevoort Zabriskie Buck | |
| Birthdate: | October 18, 1914 |
| Birthplace: | San Francisco, San Francisco County, California, United States |
| Death: | August 17, 1995 (80) Santa Fe, Santa Fe County, New Mexico, United States |
| Place of Burial: | Carson City, Nevada, United States |
|---|---|
| Immediate Family: | Son of Frank Henry Buck, Jr. and Zayda Justine Shawhan Husband of Natalie Leotine Buck Brother of Edward Zabriskie Buck Half brother of William Benson Buck and Carol F Buck |
| Managed by: | Private User |
| Last Updated: | June 30, 2018 |
Mark Presco On Race | Rosamond Press
Mark Presco – Robert Buck – Reparations | Rosamond Press
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Our Broken Friends
I met Ed Corben in 1997, the year when everything and everyone was broken. We met in Broken Alley between 18th and 19th, a block from Kindcaid, and the Broken UofO. Students came from all over to live the broken life, like they saw in the movie Animal House. If things didnt crash and burn in a riotous blow-out party, life was not worth living. A week after their parents dropped them off to start school, they were on the corners, rioting. They burned the old couches and funiture grandma gave them, after breaking her heirlooms into pieces. If it wasnt broken, it was – worthless. If it was on fire, they were a hell of lot of fun.
Ed stopped me in the alley while I was riding my broken bicycle home from the library. He picked some books out of my rack, and checked them out. He was impressed. Though, I appeared broken, he commented that there was evidence I had a good mind. I was the new broken being on the block and Ed introduced me to broken Gary. Gary pulled up his pants legs and showed us his bullet and bayonet scars he got in Vietnam. He placed our fingers in the hole in his head, and asked us of we could feel the metal plate. He got that during the Tet Offensive, when our reason for being there, broke down. When Gary was going to die, he gave me his wife to take care of. He trusted me. He said I could take care of her better than he could. I wasn’t so -broken! Barbara was not broken at all, and didn’t need me. She moved out of Broken Alley and we stayed in touch for a little while. She was being – kind.
Then there is severely deranged and broken Kevin, the king of the anarchists. He would go downtown and get broken up by the Eugene Police while wearing a black ski mask. They beat him black and blue. They gassed him, made him choke and vomit. We never knew if he would come home, come back to Broken Alley. When I planted tomatoes in our tiny garden space, he hid his pot plants in the vines. Life lost its meaning, when it became legal. Why not pass a law making it illegal to die. It might work. Let’s give it a try! We’ve tried everything else…….
Everything!
Have you tried disc golf?
(26) Stewart Pond Disc Golf! – YouTube
Guardians of the Graves (dailyemerald.github.io)
8 Haunted Places | Eugene, Cascades & Oregon Coast (eugenecascadescoast.org)
Disc Golf | Club Sports (uoregon.edu)
Bad Day At Belmont
Posted on March 17, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
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’.
Rosamund and God’s Little Acre | Rosamond Press
Wittgenstein – Derek Jarman (1993).avi – YouTube
Wittgenstein: Philosophical discussion in Cambridge – Part 1 – YouTube
The Philosopher Detective | Rosamond Press
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.
1959: Elizabeth Taylor converts to Judaism – Jewish World – Haaretz.com
Bad Day at Black Rock – Wikipedia
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.
Kenny Reed Was Offered Ed Fadeley’s Kidney
Posted on October 10, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
On September 26, 2015, Darian Fadeley offered Marilyn Reed, her dying husband’s kidney at the DAC during a Landmark Forum meeting. Ed was in the hospital, dying, and Darian came late to the meeting. There was one vacant seat, next to my childhood sweetheart. During an exchange, where one turns to the person next to you and tells them something meaningful, Marilyn tells Darian her husband needs a kidney transplant and in on dialysis. Darian is alarmed, and tells my dear friend she should not keep this to herself, and the more she talks about it, the chances there are for someone to come forward. Darian talks to the doctor at the hospital and orders a test to see if Ed and Kenny are compatible. She is told Ed’s kidney is toast. Kenny is a black Jazz Artist. Darian did not know who Marilyn’s husband was. She did not know he was a black man. She knew he had a medical emergency, and hoped he could be helped if Ed could not. She wanted a part of Ed to go on living. She wanted Hope to spring eternal.
October 7th. was Kenny Reed’s birthday. I read a comment about Kenny. Someone said he and Izzy are the two most important people in Eugene. He knew all the Jazz greats, and played with many of them, including Les McCann, Marilyn’s good friend. Her sister was married to Ron Jefferson, McCann’s drummer.
Last night, Marilyn took me out to dinner and told me Les wrote a song about a blue Volkswagen he loved. Here is the blue bicycle and chair. Kenny appears in front of Eugene’s oldest mural that contains a figure that Marilyn knew for a long time. The muralist saw Julio walking and asked if he could take his picture.
Ed’s kidney was gone, but Kenny is in need of a transplant in order to save his life. I beseech our community and our group of friends, to put away our distractions, our reasons we are in discord, and concentrate on saving our Jazz Icon. This is a peace offering. We are all close then we know. Only Marilyn knew the identity of the lone man in the mural. They go back aways.
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