When I found the Horse Dream of Cees Roozemond, I posted on his Facebook the idea that he should render a statue of a Blue Tick Hound next to the Friesian Horse, to honor the American Soldiers buried in Flanders. To say you are a Hillbilly, is to say you are a follower of Willian of Orange in America. Niether the President, or Vice President was at the ceremony honoring the soldiers that died at Dover. How many had left their hound dogs and Blue Ticks behind, when they went over there to keep Europe from being overrun by the Germans? Like the parasite he is,
Trump digs deep into the alleged Hillbilly roots of Vance, and finds permission to…..BETRAY AMERICA’S FRIENDS AND ALLIES! On his liberty day he introduced a five million dollar card that allows foreigners to BUY US Citizenship – while the poor and disenfranchised – have to wait in a eternal line ……………that leads…..TO HELL! There’s not a loyal bone in Trump’s being. He prides himself on never having a friend, and for betraying the suckers that tried!
New York used to be called New Amsterdam. The French threatens to take Lady Liberty back. I say, give Holland a chance. No more Trojan Horses. I see a Lady, her horse, and her loyal dog, on the Road to Freedom! Let it be, on this day, April 5, 2025……..the Liberty Day of We the People!
Vance will never be President for the reason he too takes away the privilege of being loyal to their country, via the ugly slander – mullions helped steal the election from Trump – THE LIAR! Did Donald ever have a dog?
Strive for UNITY once more! Divided – we fall!
John
President Donald Trump is opting to attend a golf event at his Doral Golf Course instead of attending a dignified transfer of slain soldiers at Dover AFB.
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William of Orange and Hillbilly Hounds
Posted on July 24, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
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President Donald Trump is opting to attend a golf event at his Doral Golf Course instead of attending a dignified transfer of slain soldiers at Dover AFB.
Mediaite spoke to several military veterans and spouses, each of whom expressed outrage that the commander in chief appears to have prioritized the promotion of a professional golf event by Saudi-backed LIV Golf over honoring four soldiers killed in service in Lithuania.
A friend suggested I archive this blog at the University of California Berkeley. It is a long weather report that takes the temperature of the Winds of War.
I critiqued Cees Roozemond’s vision of a making a giant horse. I told him he has to put a Blue Tick Hound next to it, because it was those Hillbillys coming out of the Blue Ridge Mountains to fight in yet another war – over there – that won it…..for all of Europe! They hunted down the Nazi with their faithful hounds in mind – that they left behind. Waiting, Waiting for their Master of the Woods to return from the long campout!
J.D. Vance doesn’t know shit about the Ozark Folks who would never criticize a sitting President for no reason. The United States was overflowing with Scot-Irish Immigrants that my kin Senator Thomas Hart Benton sent to the Oregon Territory, to fend off the British Red Coats who had been fighting these rebels for a hundred years.
Dottie Witherspoon took our Blue Tick Hound when she ran away to a Jesus commune in Ukiah. I told noodles I would have married Dottie if I knew who my people were, and had as many children as possible: For WE would have owned America,,,,The Rosamonds and the Witherpoons, two Patriot families – and so much more! Here is….Signer John Witherspoon! See if your find permission from John to look down your nose on fellow Americans – because you are a Christian.
Look – over there! Here rides John Fremont, who brings the Red Caps secular permission to bring your neo-Confederate Red State Ways – to the party he founded! Is this – TRUE? How can you sit next to an ex-president who falsely claims the Real President stole the election. and you know this is not true. and your know Trump never opened the Good Book and read about……The Judas Kiss!
As I type my Russian Blue cat, waits for me to be done, so she can own my full attention. We are so loyal to one another.
All of Europe knows, if the folks who put this rock atop the grave of a loved one, comes over there to lay down their lives so foreigners can own – what we got. They know we will win – again. Time for Putin, China, and bad elements in Israel, to…..accept the truth! We will kick your ass!
You got to be out of your mind to tell our enemies we’re not going to put up a great fight. I got scars all over – just playing with my cat, who’s always looking a fight – since she was kitten!, When I get out of bed and head to my coffee pot, she throws herself down on the floor and blocks my way.
“You’re going to have to get by me – before you take your first sip of coffee!”
WAKE UP!
Had a cat and her name was Blue.
John Presco
James Bond Author
Roozemond and the Royal Frisian Horse
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is photograph of Lara Roozemond, and her father, Cees Roozemond. It appears she has one a prize for horsemanship. Why don’t we see this laurel under her beautiful images? Why didn’t she give me a simple reply to my first question. How did she know I was not going to hire her? She asks for feedback on her work post-poems. Is she a published writer or, did she star in any films? She responds to this post.
Play both videos at the same time. This is the movie going on in Lara’s head. Look at her! She is a Royal Frisian Thoroughbred! Is she now interested in writing her own story – about herself? Did I not lay my book down before her, and she has me taken away and locked in a cell! Dilly! Dilly!
I got one hell of a movie! Lara Roozemond is the Dark Answer to National Velvet. Game of Horses and Roses! This is Victoria Bond’s bratty period, where she turns her back on Aunt Annie. I guess Lara didn’t read I am authoring a movie around her in my James Bond revival – that just got a booster shot in the arm!
Lara, the person, has just become a member of the Rosamond Cult that formed around my sister. Like I said, my book is writing itself. How about ‘Black Bond’. ‘Dark Bond’. ‘Black Beauty’? I got my own Romance series! Yeeehaaaw!
BEHOLD!…….THE FRISIAN GOD! Play both videos!
First off, Cees Roozemond is in the news, and is very topicle. I own a registered newspaper in Lane County Oregon, titled Royal Rosamond Press. I am a reporter for this paper. I get to write articles about Cees. After informing Lara Roozemond that there is a good chance we are kin, I got no direct communication from her. I did become a follower of her poetry page, and I received poems from her. I left two feedbacks on this page giving her my, and perhaps our history – and still no response! I have wondered why? Let me explore several reasons. Was I just plainly – SNUBBED?
Did Lara see that I was a reporter, and might reveal dangerous information? But, in looking at Cees Roozemond, I dare say I have never seen a man so successful, so God-like, so, adored, respected, and, in control. That I dare put myself alongside the Great Cees – was a insult! To suggest we share the same DNA, is to have a mule come into a stall, and mate with a prized Frisian Horse – that Lara has ridden! How many times? Did anybody notice her? Or, were all eyes on her father, because, HE OWNS REAL POWER! Would Lara like to own – POWER? Where does she start? She was born INTO POWER! Why give any of that – AWAY!
What this reporter will be looking at, is how many people connected with KFPS Royal Frisian Horses, are dead set against anymore aliens, Muslims, Africans, and whoever, coming into Friesland, and fucking their pure Aryan stock? I think there are neo-Nazi lurking behind all this horseshit.
I think Cees and could talk for a year about the Rosemond genealogy. Is this why Lara disappeared me – without a trace?
Jon Presco
Copyright 2018
Recalling America’s Liberty
Posted on March 21, 2025 by Royal Rosamond Press
I will not comment on this post – yet!
J Rose
French sculptors pledge to build titanium Statue of Liberty – and Elon Musk approves
Henry Samuel
Wed, March 19, 2025 at 1:45 PM PDT
3 min read171
France’s self-professed last sculpture foundry has weighed into a row over whether the US should return the Statue of Liberty to its country of origin by proposing to build a new one out of titanium.
The proposal by Nice-based Atelier Missor, which specialises in sculpting famed French figures such as Napoleon and Joan of Arc, received approval from Elon Musk, who called the idea “cool” on X.
The foundry’s plan to build a new Statue of Liberty “to withstand millions of years” followed a call by French centre-Left MEP Raphael Glucksmann for America to return the original.
During a political rally of his Place Publique movement, Mr Glucksmann launched a blistering attack on the Trump administration in which he said: “We’re going to say to the Americans who have chosen to side with the tyrants, to the Americans who fired researchers for demanding scientific freedom: ‘Give us back the Statue of Liberty.’”
Mr Glucksmann is a member of the Progressive Alliance of Socialists and Democrats and a staunch supporter of Ukraine.
France gave the statue, which stands 305 feet tall and weighs 450,000lbs, to the US as a gift on July 4, 1884, to commemorate the 108th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.
The iconic copper-clad sculpture was created by Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi and sits on Liberty Island in New York Harbour.
“We gave it to you as a gift,” Mr Glucksmann went on, citing the United States’ founding values of freedom and liberty. “But apparently you despise it. So it will be just fine here at home.”
He concluded his remarks by stating France would welcome top researchers who were fired in the cuts to the US National Institutes of Health and similar organisations.
His comments prompted a fiery rebuke from Karoline Leavitt, White House press secretary, who said: “My advice to that unnamed low-level French politician would be to remind them that it’s only because of the United States of America that the French are not speaking German right now.
“So they should be very grateful to our great country.”
French commentators pointed out that if it weren’t for French military and financial support during the War of Independence, America would likely still be a “British colony” today.
Mr Glucksmann later fired back: “No one, of course, will come and steal the Statue of Liberty. The statue is yours. But what it embodies belongs to everyone. And if the free world no longer interests your government, then we will take up the torch, here in Europe.”
Wading into the row, Atelier Missor wrote: “To our fellow Americans: we are the last sculpture foundry in France and we have a message for you.”
“Keep the Statue of Liberty; it’s rightfully yours. But get ready for another one.
“A New Statue of Liberty, much bigger, made out of titanium to withstand millions of years.
“We, the French people, are going to make it again!”
The foundry, which said its aim was to fulfil Napoleon’s dream to “make Paris the capital of the universe”, was recently commissioned to build a monument statue of Joan of Arc for the French Riviera city of Nice.
However, in January, the local state prefect cancelled the €170,000 contract and ordered the 4.5-ton golden bronze statue to be taken down, saying Nice’s Right-wing town hall had failed to respect the proper public tender process.
Atelier Missor said the annulment had left it on the verge of bankruptcy. A crowdfunding campaign to pay for the statue launched by Nice former deputy mayor in charge of culture has gathered €50,000.
The Call to Return the Statue of Liberty to France, Explained
“The statue is yours, but what it embodies belongs to everyone,” said French politician Raphael Glucksmann in a sharp rebuke of Trump’s attacks on democracy.
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A call that could easily have gone unnoticed for the Statue of Liberty to be repatriated to France has generated a media swarm over the sculpture and sparked a war of words between a European Parliament member and the White House press secretary.
Raphaël Glucksmann, one of France’s 79 members of the European Parliament, called for Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi’s Statue of Liberty to be returned to its sender, citing President Trump’s allegiance to “tyrants” and gutting of scientific research institutions at a center-left convention on Sunday, March 16.
While it was a passing remark made at a French political event, the comment nonetheless found itself at White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt’s podium on Tuesday when a reporter asked her head-on whether the infamous gift would be returned.
So will the Statue of Liberty, which has sat in the New York Harbor since October 1886, be uprooted, dismantled, and shipped across the Atlantic back to France?
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“Absolutely not,” Leavitt said. “My advice to that unnamed, low-level French politician would be to remind them it’s only because of the United States of America that the French are not speaking German right now, so they should be grateful to our great country.”
Responding to Leavitt’s jabs, Glucksmann posted a statement on X, in English, clarifying his calls for the “symbolic” repatriation of the statue.
“No one, of course, will come and steal the Statue of Liberty,” Glucksmann said. “The statue is yours, but what it embodies belongs to everyone. And if the free world no longer interests your government, then we will take up the torch, here in Europe.”
The statue, a fixture of the New York Harbor horizon, was conceived as a gift to commemorate the centennial of the Declaration of Independence and the abolition of slavery the year prior.
France dug into public funds to construct the statue and Americans fundraised to construct the foundational pedestal through benefit art exhibitions and auctions and a direct call for donations by Joseph Pulitzer in his newspaper, New York World.
The American-funded pedestal is marked by a 1903 bronze plaque inscribed with Emma Lazarus’s 1883 sonnet “The New Colossus,” which imagines the “mighty woman with a torch” declaring: “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free … I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
However, Glucksmann argues, the United States has strayed from the values the statue’s inscription purports.
“We are counting on you,” Glucksmann wrote.
According to the History of the Rosemond Family by Leland Rosemond, the Rosamond family were members of the Orange Order in Leitrim Ireland, and fled to Canada after a Rosamond son killed a Catholic lad who was invading the Rosamond home with a gang bent on doing my kindred harm.
The Loyal Orange Institution, commonly known as the Orange Order, is an international Protestant fraternal order based in Northern Ireland and primarily associated with Ulster Protestants. It also has lodges in England, Scotland, Wales and the Republic of Ireland, as well as in parts of the Commonwealth of Nations and the United States.[1][2][3]
The Orange Order was founded by Ulster Protestants in County Armagh in 1795, during a period of Protestant–Catholic sectarian conflict, as a fraternity sworn to maintain the Protestant Ascendancy in Ireland. The all-island Grand Orange Lodge of Ireland was established in 1798. Its name is a tribute to the Dutch-born Protestant king William of Orange, who defeated the Catholic English king James II in the Williamite–Jacobite War (1689–1691). The Order is best known for its yearly marches, the biggest of which are held on or around 12 July (The Twelfth), a public holiday in Northern Ireland.
The Orange Order is a conservative, British unionist[4][5] and Ulster loyalist[6][7] organisation. Thus it has traditionally opposed Irish nationalism/republicanism and campaigned against Scottish independence.[8] The Order sees itself as defending Protestant civil and religious liberties, whilst critics accuse it of being sectarian,[9] triumphalist,[10][11][12][13] and supremacist.[13][14][15][16] It does not accept non-Protestants as members unless they convert and adhere to its principles, nor does it accept Protestants married to non-Protestants.[17][18][19] Orange marches through Catholic neighbourhoods are controversial and have often led to violence,[20][21] such as the Drumcree conflict.
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A mural in Belfast, commemorating William of Orange and the Battle of the Boyne
The Orange Order celebrates the civil and religious privileges conferred on Protestants by William of Orange, the Stadtholder of the Dutch Republic who became King of England, Scotland, and Ireland in the Glorious Revolution of 1688. The Order regularly commemorates the victories of William III and his forces during the Williamite War in Ireland in the early 1690s, especially the Battle of the Boyne.
William III (William Henry; Dutch: Willem Hendrik; 4 November 1650 – 8 March 1702),[c] also known as William of Orange, was the sovereign Prince of Orange from birth, Stadtholder of Holland, Zeeland, Utrecht, Guelders, and Overijssel in the Dutch Republic from 1672, and King of England, Ireland, and Scotland from 1689 until his death in 1702. He ruled Great Britain and Ireland with his wife, Queen Mary II, and their joint reign is known as that of William and Mary.
William was the only child of William II, Prince of Orange, and Mary, Princess Royal, the daughter of King Charles I of England, Scotland, and Ireland. His father died a week before his birth, making William III the prince of Orange from birth. In 1677, he married his first cousin Mary, the elder daughter of his maternal uncle James, Duke of York, the younger brother and later successor of King Charles II.
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Mar 2 at 11:43 AM
Lara: Kun je naar het Zwanebroedershuis gaan en op zoek gaan naar Roesmont-wappen? Maak een video, alsjeblieft.
Jon Presco
Call Me Blue
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
Jon Presco
Chapter Two
Call Me Blue
Blue McDonald paced back stage like a wild animal, or a mad-dog Gladiator who couldn’t wait to get in the arena and slaughter his first pack of cry-baby Christians. When the curtain opened a gap in the line, out he rushed to center stage. He now wished he had worn a larger collar because the blood was coursing through his neck arteries like a slege hammer. He yanked at his tie, and a button flew into the audience. Because of the spotlights, he did not witness the mad scrum for it. He had heard he was famous – real famous – but, he had not experienced that as yet. Thinking he had arrived, he now hears a crescendo of BOOS pouring down on him – like an avalanche!
“BLUE! BLUE! BLUUUUE!
“What the fook!” Blue uttered with a snarl, then started rushing back and forth on the stage, giving everyone in the front rows – THE BIRD!
“Feck you all! I knew it was a mistake to come to Brussels! FECK BRUSSLES! And feck you you belly-wog scum-sucking panty-wipe!
This made the audience boo that much louder, and now their were waves of laughter as they tought this was part of the show.
BLUE! BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!
About to leap off the stage, Sergent McLean, the Grand Master of the Orange Lodge, rushed out and grabbed Blue’s arm.
“Listen you half-cocked limey. They are saying BLUE! Your name – moron! They love – YOU!”
“Throw us your shirt!” a young woman shouts!
“Take it off! cries two more beauties.
Blue ripped off his new shirt that was cramping his style, and tore it into shreds.
“Have at it ladies!”
But, this did not satisfy the ladies up front.
“Show us your bumm!” a cute dimples lass ventured, then blushed a bright pink. This was her first time she tried to be naughty and bold, it safe to do so after the Great Understand that Victoria gifted the world with.
“O.K. CAAAALM! Down. You’re beginning to make me fearful. At the end of the slide show I will unbuckle my pants.
“At your own pace Sweety!
‘Thanks, Grandma!”
______________________________
Picking up the laser pointer and click. Blue presents one of the most famous photos of all time. He is on a paddy wagon with the defrocked Catholic renegade priest, Conrad Fitz-Willy.
“He was so crazy, they threw him out of Opus Dey. Thank God the camera moved before we saw his Willy Nilly! That’s me on the left!
LAUGHTER!
“Now you all saw this one. THE most famous photograph in the world. What a skinny-ass runt I was. I’ve put on weight, hence!”
Now, here is a photo of my brother Lou with Victoria Bond. He is teaching her to ski in the Alps. This is the last photo taken of them, before the avalanche.”
Blue looks up at the black screen. This heartbreaking pic has not come up. He clicks the clicker a few more times, and, is now having another fit of fury!
“Fook! Ladies and gentleman, I cant’ pull up that image. Can I get some………?”
All of sudden there is a video of Victoria picking up her guitar.
“I dedicate this song to my dear friend Blue, and Lou, because their names are similar!”
Blue was shaken. He was not ready, and was trembling on stage. Just before Victoria struck her first chord, Blue shouted;
“This is for my late brother! I love you man!”
There literally was not a dry eye in the house, after Victoria’s beautiful frail voice sang the first three lines.
Rushing back stage Blue grabs the Searge by his sash, and with a look of total joy, shouts!
“They’re alive! That was no malfunction. Victoria taught me how to look for signs. She has a Guardian Angel. They are calling to me. We got to go back to Switzerland – NOW!
Blue and the Sarge rand ran out of the arena ignoring the chant for an encore! Their pounding feet in the hall, matched the pounding feet in the arena. It took Blue back to the time he first met Victoria. He exposed his bum to her, and she pulled the flute part of her contraption, and would have shoved it up his ass, if McLean had not stopped her.
“BLUE! BLUE! BLUE!
The Rosamond Bond and Brand
Posted on April 1, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
On Saturday I lay down to take my Old Man Nap, and awoke, crying. Alas, I found my sister, Christine Rosamond Presco. She was buried in the emasculating evil of our mother, Rosemary. We hugged each other, and, we were reborn!
Here we are! I’m posing as Rosamond’s Protector. Her art, and my Bond books will be brought to the attention of Anthony Guest! I was going to be the first male – Rosamond portrait. My model-muse, Lara Roozemond will be Victor Bond’s Forbidden Love a.k.a. Courtly Love. They pen poems to each other in a dual they call call ‘Our Gambit’. Grunt-Butt Gun Grunts will accuse me of Emasculating James Bond. Let then shut their mouth, a pen a woman a poem! See what that get them. They can’t handle it.
John Presco.
Courtly love (Occitan: fin’amor [finaˈmuɾ]; French: amour courtois [amuʁ kuʁtwa]) was a medieval European literary conception of love that emphasized nobility and chivalry. Medieval literature is filled with examples of knights setting out on adventures and performing various deeds or services for ladies because of their “courtly love”. This kind of love was originally a literary fiction created for the entertainment of the nobility, but as time passed, these ideas about love spread to popular culture and attracted a larger literate audience. In the high Middle Ages, a “game of love” developed around these ideas as a set of social practices. “Loving nobly” was considered to be an enriching and improving practice.[1][2]
Courtly love began in the ducal and princely courts of Aquitaine, Provence, Champagne, ducal Burgundy and the Norman Kingdom of Sicily[3] at the end of the eleventh century. In essence, courtly love was an experience between erotic desire and spiritual attainment, “a love at once illicit and morally elevating, passionate and disciplined, humiliating and exalting, human and transcendent“.[4] The topic was prominent with both musicians and poets, being frequently used by troubadours, trouvères and Minnesänger. The topic was also popular with major writers, including Dante, Petrarch and Geoffrey Chaucer.
The term “courtly love” was first popularized by Gaston Paris and has since come under a wide variety of definitions and uses. Its interpretation, origins and influences continue to be a matter of critical debate.
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Apart from his political career he was an amateur motor racing driver and aeroplane pilot. In 1928 he was instrumental in founding the British airfield operator National Flying Services. In 1930, he became deputy master of the Guild of Air Pilots and Air Navigators, and master in 1932. He also played polo, was a big-game hunter in East Africa, and was a celebrated man-about-town in London and New York City society. Among his homes was Villa Artemis in Palm Beach, Florida and the former du Pont estate in Roslyn, New York. He was a member of the River and Links Clubs of New York and the Piping Rock Club in Long Island. He was also a friend of the Duke of Windsor, formerly King Edward VIII.[2]
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Jeff Bezos owns a huge chunk of the money making James Bond Myth. But, I am kin to Ian Fleming via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. I have several Bond books in the works. I chose Lara Roozemond to be my star – and new muse! She inspires me. Who inspires Jeff – who can not get his super yacht past a drawbridge in Rotterdam.
Several years ago, I cast Lara as Helen – who launched a thousand ships. The Flemish People have a horse in the race. May I suggest Jeff make Cees Roozemond’s horse dream come to, and, make his daughter a star, or, a Princess Rose. Then he can take The Rose of Holland for a world cruise in order to let the Democracy Loving People know Holland will never forget, or, forgive!
Old Hollywood had a tradition of Courting Beautiful Starlets! Why should the Dutch People bow down as the Oceanco – passes! Go see Ceez, Jeff. And apologize to the people who mastered the sea – and the Friesian Horse!
Not a rose
Nor a horse
But a whisper
in the wind
Our Lady
passes
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
“It’s the only route to the sea,” a spokesperson for the mayor of Rotterdam told AFP, confirming the news of the bridge’s dismantling. According to Dutch news, ship builder Oceanco convinced the city to dismantle part of the bridge. The Rotterdam mayor’s spokesperson also confirmed that Bezos would pay for the dismantling and rebuilding of the bridge.
In November, Oceano’s chairman, Omani businessman Dr. Mohammed Al Barwani, spoke of the 127 meter (416 feet) sailing yacht the company was working on without mentioning Bezos. Later, Boat International identified the 127m yacht as the one commissioned by the Amazon founder.
What Amazon’s MGM Deal Means For James Bond – No Time to Die Future Explained (esquire.com)
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The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock’d me up with a golden key.
This cabinet is form’d of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright,
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night.
Another England there I saw
Another London with its Tower,
Another Thames and other hills,
And another pleasant Surrey bower.
Another Maiden like herself,
Translucent, lovely, shining clear,
Threefold each in the other clos’d
O, what a pleasant trembling fear!
O, what a smile! a threefold smile
Fill’d me, that like a flame I burn’d;
I bent to kiss the lovely Maid,
And found a threefold kiss return’d.
I strove to seize the inmost form
With ardor fierce and hands of flame,
But burst the Crystal Cabinet,
And like a weeping Babe became—
A weeping Babe upon the wild,
And weeping Woman pale reclin’d,
And in the outward air again,
I fill’d with woes the passing wind.
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Gambit
Posted on June 13, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Gambit
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 1999
Gambit
Remember when it was her turn
to be brave
How she reveled in her chance
to play
in the dance of the sunsets
How wild her eyes
in this juggling act
Full of sea-set waves
of her hand
that withdrew every dove
from your reluctant heart
What she did with your promises
stacking the old moments on edge
Daring you now
to recognize your life without her
Becoming afraid of her.
The new promises made
met with a hush
in the coming night
in the failing light
she came for her victory kiss
No more conjuring ways
all the doves
were asleep in her arms
From the land
a warm breeze
wrapped her long hair
around your embrace
while the new rumor
and web play
refrains of whispering strings
touching the back of your neck
Now afraid for her.
For we have all lost
the best things owned
The longest memories are made
in the dance of the broken sunsets
And perhaps brave?
Who alone would know
Being afraid
with her
Bond on Bond on Bond
Posted on March 17, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
I think Lara, and her father, Cees Roozemond, like my Dutch history I shared, but not the poor leftist Bohemian, attached to it. As a rule, Horse People in America are right-wing Republicans.
The evolution of Victoria Rosemond Bond.
History will tell, the reason Putin invaded Ukraine (for starters) is that he – the richest and most powerful man in the world – ended up with a woman that is right out of Van Gough’s ‘The Patatoe Eaters’. You could title her ‘The Potato Peeler’ because she has calves like tree stumps, because, she stands at the sink peeling potatoes all day!
Mystery solved!
I spent twelve hours on the internet looking for a replacement for Rena Easton, who made Ian’s Day – he finding and marrying a High Beauty of Class – a ballerina who danced for the Royal Ballet. I found her in the Poet, Lara Roozemond, who like Rena, sent me a poem she wrote. I responded, and she could not believe this old grey-haired nobody was doing a Grand Bonding Job on her. This is why I have Starfish calling John von Bond on his Royal Bullshit – all thru my un-finished Bond Book, A Bullshitter’s work – is never done! We see this in the BS of Donald Bond.
I’m going to have Victoria Bond be a Dylan Freak. Owning a extremely high I.Q. and knowing she has arrested development due to her sequestered childhood, she becomes a modern sculptress who flips out to her complete collection of Dylan albums.
“When the staff heard ‘Visions of Johanna’ echoing thru the halls of Osborne, they knew they were going to hear it a dozen times before she moved on……to the next song.”
John von Bond
Lyrics
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
Bond Woman No.1
Posted on March 19, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am going to have my Bond Women do walk-ons in my movies made from my books ‘The Royal Janitor’. Thank my Lucky Stars for discovering Candida Bond in my blog on Howard Waldon! The women of the rich and royal will play the roles of waitress, maid, flower girl, janitor ect. all those who Serve Man. It will be really chic to spotted in my Bondish flics.
With the marriage of Meghan Markle to Prince Harry, a bond will be made between America and Britain. Royal and rich males will do walk-ons in my second movie. I will be the conduit, an Atlantic Chunnel.
Candida’s kin, Lord Howard de Walden, had his portrait sculpted by Rodin. Does Candida know? I will be the Western Cultural Merlin. Howard was a great genealogist and expert on heraldry. When I looked at his genealogy and cote of arms, I saw one of the most complex and detailed family trees I have come across. I wonder if I am Howard reborn. He died in 1946.
I posted this Bond blog yesterday morning. Around three I went shopping and did some composing. I tend to walk around stores in a trance. About nine last night I found Candida. I am blown away. The opening of my book finds Serena on a couch in the basement of Osborne House, fast asleep with a chisel and hammer in her hand. She is covered in marble dust. She is having her dream……………….
“I just found The Muse for my Bond, who will be a woman, who believes she is the embodiment of Camille Claudel, who like Gwen John, was Rodin’s lover. She refused to be his loyal disciple, and for being true to oneself, was shut away in a asylum. When I went to visit Rena in 1970, she took me to the art studios and unraveled a life-size clay statue her new lover was doing of – himself!
“Why isn’t he using you as a model?”
What I am doing is shuffling in the Getty Family Tree with the Waldon Tree. Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was born in Britain and was knighted in a feminine manner that Howard understands like no other. Did he meet Camille in Rodin’s studio? Did he ever consider he was playing God. SometimesI wonder if I descend from Scribes.
When I told my sixteen year old daughter I was a genealogist of some renown, she looked at me with utter disgust.
“And how much does that pay!”
When we first met, she expected me to hand her the keys to the Bentley parked in back of the Rosamond gallery, with the trunk stuffed with $20 dollar bills!
“Did you look in the glove compartment and find your new credit cards and cellphones? You will call me now and then?”
Royal genealogies are the first Facebook. Making connections is what these people are all about. The fear fathers have of Gold Diggers, is the stuff books are made of. The want of a Honest Matchmaker is so very vital. And then, there are the Nine Muses. Have they made a comeback?
Jon Presco
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Lord Howard de Walden c.1905-6 Auguste Rodin 1840-1917 Presented by Lord Howard de Walden 1939 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05034
Lord Howard de Walden (1880-1946) was a wealthy British landowner and patron of the arts. He greatly admired Rodin’s work, and commissioned this portrait in 1905, when the artist was at the height of his renown. De Walden travelled to Rodin’s studio at Meudon, on the outskirts of Paris, to sit for the sculpture. The pose is frontal and, unusually for Rodin, the sitter’s expression is passive and calm. According to a story told by his wife, the medal-like marks on the chest of the bust were made during an interval between sittings when de Walden and Rodin discussed heraldry.
Elizabeth Taylor pictured in a scene from one of her most famous films, ‘Cleopatra’.
The catwalk has met the auctioneer’s gavel and gone online – offering Chanel-labelled fashion and accessories and one of the late Hollywood actress Elizabeth Taylor’s diamond rings.
In a streaming fashion show last Saturday, a California auction house aimed to modernise the auction format with what it called the “first ever runway fashion show auction”.
‘I wanted to go into the big, bad world’
Candida Bond is the face of Chanel’s Allure perfume. She talks to Christa D’Souza about her sculpture, modelling and her high society wedding
By Christa D’Souza
12:00AM BST 30 Apr 2001
CANDIDA BOND is full of apologies. She is nine and a half minutes late for our appointment. “Gosh, I do hope I haven’t kept you waiting,” she says, as she flies into the room, a vision in tight black Chanel trousers and stilettos. “It’s just that I’ve been in fittings all morning for my wedding dress.”
| Feat of clay: sculptor Candida Bond suddenly found herself as the exhibit after fashion house Chanel persuaded her to model for its worldwide advertising campaign |
That wedding took place on Saturday in Chipping Camden, Gloucestershire, when she married William Stanhope, the handsome, eccentric 33-year-old heir to Viscount Petersham’s £100 million London estate. But, when we meet, the ceremony is still a few days off, and it is clear from her frantic air that there are last-minute arrangements to make. The wedding, she admits, is the only thing on her mind. The guest list will include aristocrats and celebrities. But the one person that Bond really wants to be there is the man who made her wedding dress, Karl Lagerfeld.
We are in an oriental-styled room at the glossy London headquarters of Chanel. It’s an appropriate venue, considering that 29-year-old Bond has been the face of Allure, Chanel’s newest fragrance, for just over 18 months.
“He says he’s coming,” she says, brightly, her borzoi frame curled up neatly on the sofa, “but we shall see.” As her mind wanders to contemplate Lagerfeld’s creation, she twiddles her large diamond engagement ring (a family heirloom that Stanhope redesigned) and her cool features break out into a wide smile. “I first saw the dress at the last couture show and I thought: ‘Hmm, I wonder if that can be made into a wedding dress?’ I saw Karl backstage afterwards and he said: ‘Absolutely’. Honestly, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. After the wedding I want to get a dummy and put it in a glass case. It’s like sculpture.”
This is an apt comparison, considering that Bond is a sculptor. Indeed, it was after a photograph of her, posing next to one of her sculptures, had appeared in Vogue in 1998 that a representative from Chanel called her at her Gloucestershire studio. “At first, I assumed it was a friend playing a practical joke.” But a month or so later, she was whisked away to Paris to be photographed by Patrick de Marchelier for a worldwide television campaign, having beaten 600 other hopefuls to land the assignment.
“It was an extraordinary experience,” Bond recalls. “I was so nervous – I didn’t know what I had let myself into. Until then, I’d only ever been photographed by my mother. Suddenly, here I was, in this enormous studio with 70 crew members. I took one look at it all and felt like saying: ‘Can I go home, please?’ ”
The daughter of Ian Bond, a wealthy landowner, and his wife, Caroline, a former actress, Candida was the eldest of four children and a maddening all-rounder. She swam for England, did well at tennis, plays the piano and the flute (“I played it a friend’s wedding recently”), and, from the age of 14, had a great passion for sculpture. But the idea of being a model didn’t cross her mind. “Never, never, never!” she insists.
After passing her A-levels, Bond went to Paris, ostensibly to learn French. Instead, she became an apprentice to a French sculptor whose studio she happened upon while walking through the Marais district. When she returned home, her father was not best pleased with her. “I wanted to go out into the big bad world, but my old man wanted me to train my mind. I mean, my brother went to Oxford”
Bond was given an ultimatum; either go to university, or get a proper job. She went for the latter option, and began working for the designer Sir Hardy Amies. But her career quickly changed course when, at 19, she met the artist David Wynne under a painting at the Victoria and Albert Museum. “He asked me if I liked the painting – I can’t even remember what it was – and then told me to go home and make him something. Very sheepishly, I turned up at his studio the next day with an appalling piece of sculpture, and he immediately took me on as a pupil.”
For five years, Bond was Wynne’s muse – posing for him, travelling with him to India, and working with him on various high-profile projects. In 1996, she decided to go solo and, the following year, held her first exhibition at the Air Gallery in London. But then, along came the Chanel contract (which her employer denies is worth £1 million a year, as has been reported) and her creative projects have had to take a back seat.
She misses all of that drilling and chiselling – “the messy, masculine side of my life” – but modelling has definite advantages, even though she winces every time she sees herself on a billboard or gets recognised on the Eurostar (an increasingly common occurrence). For a start, her cupboards are full of Chanel suits and she has made new friends – among them, Carole Bouquet (another, former, face of Chanel) and her boyfriend, Gerard Depardieu, one of Bond’s favourite actors.
But what does her new husband make of it? Will, a venture capitalist and mountaineer who used to drive around London in a leopardskin-upholstered hearse, has found the modelling world an eye-opener. As Bond recalls, after taking him backstage following the last Chanel couture show in Paris: “I’m not sure he quite knew where to look.”
When the couple return from their honeymoon (“I have no idea where he is taking me, but I hope it’s South America because I’ve never been there”) Bond is keen to get back to her sculpture. She is dying to pull on her filthy dungarees, plunge her hands into some clay and forget all about catwalks and visible panty lines.
For now, the maddening all-rounder is happy with the way her two careers are progressing, even though she finds it difficult to juggle them both. “To do two things well is impossible,” she says, looking down at flawless French-manicured nails, “but sculpture is something I can do until I’m 90. Modelling has a time limit. And I really couldn’t turn down the offer when it came. Imagine all those girls out there who would love to be in my position.”
Rush by Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I got another poem by Roozemond in my e-mail. I sent her about five messages. She never responds. I gave her several feedbacks, but, they are not approved. The only response was to those three posts on her facebook, that she asked me to remove.
I think I got a great short story, where an old man is dying, and he chooses this beautiful woman to leave everything to. He knows all the producers in Hollywood, and they want her to come there and do several screen tests. But, she is in such a rush, so busy with her career, she never responds to anything.
The man dies, and leaves everything to an animal shelter. Before he kicks the bucket, he authors the most beautiful farewell poem ever written. It goes into her SPAM pile, where all his e-mails…….go!
She had read only half his first e-mail, and was going to read the rest, when she was not in such a rush. She meant to put it in her save file, but hit the SPAM button instead. From then on her computer recognized the miscreant, and – SPAMMED HIS ASS – but good!
Jon
P.S. Did I just write Lara a poem – she will never read?
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on Hurry
Rush
Rush
I am in a hurry because the day is short
I am in a hurry because the pressure is high
I’m in a hurry because it has to be finished
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do
I am in a hurry because I have to result
I am in a hurry because everybody is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am stuck in a current
I am in a hurry because I have to meet expectations
I am in a hurry because I am wasting my time
I am in a hurry because it is almost tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I have to do so much
I’m in a hurry because I do nothing
I am in a hurry because time is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because it is evening
I am in a hurry because I am not satisfied yet
I am in a hurry because I am in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am tired
I’m in a hurry
I tired
Flight – Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
This is a poem from Lara sent to my e-mail on April 17th. I just found it. Are you getting a message, a cry for “HELP!” ?
No one responds to her poetry, but me. I first sent her a url to this blog when I did. I think she thought it was spam, thought that was all she deserves. It is said life imitates art. The top pic came with the poem. It has occurred to me that if I died, I might be….an angel.
Jon
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Flight
I swim
I swim in a sea of rules
I get stuck in a safety net of fear
Words are shooting through space
Tears are building up
Fires will go flames
Bomb explodes
Hard noise, limited visibility
No oxygen
Run in danger
I run
I run without a final destination
I am hunting but without protection
I get out of breath but I do not stop
I am tired but I ignore that
I’m going on
I’m going on
I do not have to stand still
I need a new adventure
I need confirmation
I have to keep hunting
I have to adrenaline
I have to continue
I flee
and I know why
I’m going to keep the secret
I’m not telling you
You do not know
It does not do anything to you
I’m not hurting you
You do not feel any pain
I hurt myself
I feel pain
I am in pain
I am in pain
au
Stop at au
I stop
I stop for now
I return
I feel small
I want to be myself
I do not want to be myself
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
Back to the sea
I’m going to swim again
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Victoria Bond – Born April 17th.
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Victoria Bond was born on April 17th. This is like a movie within a movie. When I called Lara ‘My Wing’ I wondered if I had called her my angel…..who is reborn.
Jon
Tragically She killed herself on 3rd July 1965 aged only 35, overdosing on sleeping pills. When someone dies young it is always a sad event, what is most sad about Dyer is how she seems to have been forgotten. Sources for this entry are very few and far between. Maybe she will be rediscovered and more light can be shed on this sad lady who had everything given to her, yet could not find peace and happiness.
Since the dawn of human history, there have been beautiful, rich women who seem to ‘have it all’. Some have created enduring ripples (Daisy Fellowes), some have chosen to look beyond their comfortable existence (Millicent Rogers). Even with the current batch of socialites, it can feel like they will linger forever (hardly a thought that fills me with joy….). Having said that, you can seem blessed but you can still be written out of history. Just look at the life, death and blackout of Nina Dyer.
Born Nina Sheila Dyer on 15 February 1930 in Sri Lanka. Her family were wealthy thanks to their tea plantation. Seeking more stimulation, Dyer moved first to London and then Paris for her modelling career.
The Eternal Return – Revisited
Posted on November 7, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
When I saw the beautiful young woman emerge from the water in the Omega watch commercial, I gasped. Here was the shape of Rena Easton’s head. She is a Mermaid. Like me, she is a Time Traveler. Her late husband, and their daughter, were Time Travelers. I told Marilyn I have no dreams of the future, and suggested – there is no future! I have gone into The Past – my past – and then some! I have been trying to steer the ship away from the rocks, and save the world. Have I failed? Have we failed? How many Time Travelers are there? We are………..The Alpha and Omega! I have been chosen to speak to you directly. There have been signs.
“Where are you?”
“Here I am!”
The first question God asked the Man and Woman He created, was…………
“Where art thou?”
He made Adam and Eve in His image. God is a Time Traveler. He is The Time Master. He is………….Eternal!
Rena has long known the world is ending. This is why she came West, to find me. We recognized one another from a Eternal Place and Space that is clear, but, can not completely be made manifest for the reason our bodies are about the business of – living! And, loving. Our flesh recoils at the idea it is limited. This is why World Saviors are rejected. However, there is an eternal element in us all that is attracted to us, and will get in our way – deliberately – in order to prolong life. There is a choice, to give up life, and cross over, to where ones heart, beats to a better time. Sometimes, you have to laugh!
I hereby copyright – TIME! A watch can not be the product. I NOW own all watches, in theory!
Love is The Vehicle. This is why I can not give up the love I have for my muses. I became a sexual being when I was twenty. I was on my way to India. My work with women, is out of this world. Rena and I have met, and loved before. Ian has been with us, we are a triangle. He is the brother – I deserved! Our mission, is, and was, the same.
“Save the world!”
“Save the world!”
Commodore…………Sir Ian Easton, put ‘The White Crusader’ in the race……………..for time!
We are, the Alpha and Omega. This is our story. We are…………The Chosen! We were at Tyre, with Jesus. I know why he healed those who were born with their afflictions in Mark 7. I have revealed most of the secret of this, as to why Jesus does not want his disciples to tell others what he has done. Why?
The Truth has been covered up – buried! I am chosen to uncover…………The Truth! In 1948, in Boston, Christians censored Jean Cocteau’s movie. Cocteau was an alleged member of the Priory De Sion.
“I cannot say how stunned and revolted I was to see the local censors had cut the last half-minute from the film. In the final scene Iseult rushes to her lover’s deathbed and arrives too late. She, too, is dying and quietly lies down beside him, yielding up her life in one final embrace. At this point the surroundings melt from sight and by a king of cinematic magic the real eternity of the lovers’ story is brought before the eyes.
In Boston, Iseult is never allowed to reach the dead body of her lover. This type of vulgar censorship does not ruin the film but it does ruin the appetite.”
Rena is my Iseult. We spent fifty days camping together. Her beauty was utterly overwhelming. It was mind altering. Did she know? She lied about her age. She was not eighteen. I was twenty four. I was in the presence of my elder who gave me a thousand and one looks, like the one give in the Omega ad, and my heart stopped beating a hundred times………..in gratitude! I gave my life up for her, before, and will joyfully do so again.
We have seized the Buck Institute. Prepare to synchronize your watches!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
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FREMANTLE, Australia — Officials with Britain’s White Crusader syndicate vying for the America’s Cup said Thursday they will seek a ruling from the New York Supreme Court on the legality of a new keel cast in Australia.
Ian Easton, a director of the syndicate, said a specially-designed keel was cast in Perth for its yacht.
The British say they may fit it to the 12-Meter before the third round-robin of the challenger series starts Dec. 2.
Both the Royal Perth Yacht Club and the Yacht Club Costa Smeralda – the governing bodies of the America’s Cup — have rejected the syndicate’s request to use the keel, noting it violates the Deed of Gift stipulation that yachts must be designed and built in the club’s native country.
The British maintain any replacement of the original keel should be considered a modification and therefore permissable.
Easton noted the cost of molding a complete new keel in the country of origin plus flying it to Australia would be prohibitive and ‘greatly favor the defenders over the challengers.’
The Eternal Return
The Moviegoer
NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED October 9, 1948
In a foreword to his film, “The Eternal Return,” the French writer Jean Cocteau explains that the title is borrowed from Nietzsche, and that it means great legends of the past may re-occur without their participants being aware of it. with this interesting idea in mind, M. Cocteau has chosen to present the Tristan-Iseult legend in contemporary settings and in something of the same grand-manner that was to be so successful in his later film “Beauty and the Beast.” But, unlike its successor, “The Eternal Return” asks the audience to accept its fairy tale as readily as if it were in today’s headlines: “IRATE MATE SPRINGS LOVE TRAP–Wife and Lover Found Souped-up on Love Potion.”
If you will allow yourself the indulgence of some of Jean Cocteau’s particular brand of photographic sensualness, which is the primary commodity of “The Eternal Return,” you will probably have a big time. Otherwise, you may wish that Cocteau had never put the love potion in the medicine cabinet.
The popular conception of the legend doesn’t seem to have been tampered with except for the introduction of a dwarf into the ill-fated household. He is about the most repulsive creature imaginable, addicted to listening at keyholes and cutting up flies. It seems a weakness on Cocteau’s part to have chosen a freak to personify the evil in the world. But perhaps the choice does not spring so much from Cocteau’s philosophy as from a mere theatrical whim. It is just such flaws, and not his experimental miscarriages, which keep Cocteau from getting one of out Genuine Genius Awards which are passed out so frequently these days.
Though the film is directed by Jean Delannoy, it is generally agreed that the quality is Cocteau’s. It is a beautifully composed picture; the photography and lighting is not tricky and weird, as might be expected, but soft and strangely caressing; the music is once again by Georges Auric and is most appropriate, the best than can be said of any film score.
In the role of Patrice (Tristan), Cocteau has placed his favorite actor, Jean Marais. Though probably not a very good actor, he serves Cocteau’s requirements well enough: he is beautiful, dashing and ethereal. Nathalie (Iseult), is played by a new actress, Madeleine Sologne. The role calls for her to be a little fey, but Mlle. Sologne behaves as if she hadn’t read her Master’s foreward. She seems, from the beginning, to be “aware” that she is Iseult. She is also too heavily made up for so pretty a young lady and actually is more attractive when the lipstick is gone, and she nears her death.
* * * * *
I cannot say how stunned and revolted I was to see the local censors had cut the last half-minute from the film. In the final scene Iseult rushes to her lover’s deathbed and arrives too late. She, too, is dying and quietly lies down beside him, yielding up her life in one final embrace. At this point the surroundings melt from sight and by a king of cinematic magic the real eternity of the lovers’ story is brought before the eyes.
In Boston, Iseult is never allowed to reach the dead body of her lover. This type of vulgar censorship does not ruin the film but it does ruin the appetite.
The End Time has arrived for Scientology and other false prophets and prophecies.
Cees Roozemond & Horse People
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I think Lara, and her father, Cees Roozemond, like my Dutch history I shared, but not the poor leftist Bohemian, attached to it. As a rule, Horse People in America are right-wing Republicans.
Jon Presco
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It was already in the air, but now it is official. The KNHS reports that Cees Roozemond has been appointed as new chairman at the Members Council meeting today. In this position, he succeeds Theo Ploegmakers, who was KNHS chairman for nine years.
Former chairman KFPS
Cees Roozemond (1959) was chairman of the royal association ‘Het Friesch Paarden-Stamboek’ (KFPS) from 2005 to 2014. He was also a member of the Board of the Sector Council Horses from 2008 to 2010. In his hometown Bergen NH he was, until recently, owner of Stal Groeneweg. In addition, Cees fulfills numerous other activities: chairman Stichting het Paard van Friesland, chairman of the board of directors of SC Heerenveen, chairman of the supervisory board of Thialf and advisor Logistics Beequip. Cees is married and is the father of three adult children.
‘Roozemond dares to renew’
The Confidential Advisory Committee of the Council of Members argued the choice for Cees as follows: ‘Mr. Roozemond is a very experienced director and has a large international network. He is well able to connect, is a team player and knows how to present himself well. Because of his management experience at the KFPS, among other things, he has more than enough experience to be a chairman who dares to innovate and is expected to have sufficient experience to guide and support the developments of the KNHS. He has a clear vision. The multi-year policy plan ‘Changing hand’ will be able to guide and propagate Cees very well. ‘
‘Am looking forward to it!’
Cees Roozemond himself responds positively to his appointment: ‘I am ready and I am really looking forward to it. I am confident that we will work together on a beautiful equestrian future with respect for each other and with the look ahead.
Lara and The Trojan Horse
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
This is why Lara has refused to respond to my messages, the first one suggesting we are OF THE HORSE BLOOD! Rosamond means “Horse protection”. Hrosmund. Did Cees see my posts, and is furious? What have I stumbled upon – The Priory de Sion – who want to build a GIANT HORSE in the wilderness? Does Cees see his daughter mounting that horse? My God, I have been insulting the shit out of Cees’ pet project!
What a story! Lara is destined for Hollywood – and Cees knows it! Watch this video! I am going to write the Dutch Government and suggest they honor our kin Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor at this monument! The truth needs to be told! It needs to get out! Lara has been buried alive! In the scene where she is anointed the Eel Queen, the Pope who is watching on T.V. pushes a button with these letters on it OD. And, out he comes from his room. You see his shiny shoes, then the back of a huge man, heading for his mater. Lara has inadvertently stirred up some real holy shit!
Jon Presco
Lara! She calls to you!
“Come away Lara…..with me!”
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Roozemond and the Royal Frisian Horse
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is photograph of Lara Roozemond, and her father, Cees Roozemond. It appears she has one a prize for horsemanship. Why don’t we see this laurel under her beautiful images? Why didn’t she give me a simple reply to my first question. How did she know I was not going to hire her? She asks for feedback on her work post-poems. Is she a published writer or, did she star in any films? She responds to this post.
Play both videos at the same time. This is the movie going on in Lara’s head. Look at her! She is a Royal Frisian Thoroughbred! Is she now interested in writing her own story – about herself? Did I not lay my book down before her, and she has me taken away and locked in a cell! Dilly! Dilly!
I got one hell of a movie! Lara Roozemond is the Dark Answer to National Velvet. Game of Horses and Roses! This is Victoria Bond’s bratty period, where she turns her back on Aunt Annie. I guess Lara didn’t read I am authoring a movie around her in my James Bond revival – that just got a booster shot in the arm!
Lara, the person, has just become a member of the Rosamond Cult that formed around my sister. Like I said, my book is writing itself. How about ‘Black Bond’. ‘Dark Bond’. ‘Black Beauty’? I got my own Romance series! Yeeehaaaw!
BEHOLD!…….THE FRISIAN GOD! Play both videos!
First off, Cees Roozemond is in the news, and is very topicle. I own a registered newspaper in Lane County Oregon, titled Royal Rosamond Press. I am a reporter for this paper. I get to write articles about Cees. After informing Lara Roozemond that there is a good chance we are kin, I got no direct communication from her. I did become a follower of her poetry page, and I received poems from her. I left two feedbacks on this page giving her my, and perhaps our history – and still no response! I have wondered why? Let me explore several reasons. Was I just plainly – SNUBBED?
Did Lara see that I was a reporter, and might reveal dangerous information? But, in looking at Cees Roozemond, I dare say I have never seen a man so successful, so God-like, so, adored, respected, and, in control. That I dare put myself alongside the Great Cees – was a insult! To suggest we share the same DNA, is to have a mule come into a stall, and mate with a prized Frisian Horse – that Lara has ridden! How many times? Did anybody notice her? Or, were all eyes on her father, because, HE OWNS REAL POWER! Would Lara like to own – POWER? Where does she start? She was born INTO POWER! Why give any of that – AWAY!
What this reporter will be looking at, is how many people connected with KFPS Royal Frisian Horses, are dead set against anymore aliens, Muslims, Africans, and whoever, coming into Friesland, and fucking their pure Aryan stock? I think there are neo-Nazi lurking behind all this horseshit.
I think Cees and could talk for a year about the Rosemond genealogy. Is this why Lara disappeared me – without a trace?
Jon Presco
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Lara: Kun je naar het Zwanebroedershuis gaan en op zoek gaan naar Roesmont-wappen? Maak een video, alsjeblieft.
Jon Presco
The Rosamond Bond and Brand
Posted on April 1, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
On Saturday I lay down to take my Old Man Nap, and awoke, crying. Alas, I found my sister, Christine Rosamond Presco. She was buried in the emasculating evil of our mother, Rosemary. We hugged each other, and, we were reborn!
Here we are! I’m posing as Rosamond’s Protector. Her art, and my Bond books will be brought to the attention of Anthony Guest! I was going to be the first male – Rosamond portrait. My model-muse, Lara Roozemond will be Victor Bond’s Forbidden Love a.k.a. Courtly Love. They pen poems to each other in a dual they call call ‘Our Gambit’. Grunt-Butt Gun Grunts will accuse me of Emasculating James Bond. Let then shut their mouth, a pen a woman a poem! See what that get them. They can’t handle it.
John Presco.
Courtly love (Occitan: fin’amor [finaˈmuɾ]; French: amour courtois [amuʁ kuʁtwa]) was a medieval European literary conception of love that emphasized nobility and chivalry. Medieval literature is filled with examples of knights setting out on adventures and performing various deeds or services for ladies because of their “courtly love”. This kind of love was originally a literary fiction created for the entertainment of the nobility, but as time passed, these ideas about love spread to popular culture and attracted a larger literate audience. In the high Middle Ages, a “game of love” developed around these ideas as a set of social practices. “Loving nobly” was considered to be an enriching and improving practice.[1][2]
Courtly love began in the ducal and princely courts of Aquitaine, Provence, Champagne, ducal Burgundy and the Norman Kingdom of Sicily[3] at the end of the eleventh century. In essence, courtly love was an experience between erotic desire and spiritual attainment, “a love at once illicit and morally elevating, passionate and disciplined, humiliating and exalting, human and transcendent“.[4] The topic was prominent with both musicians and poets, being frequently used by troubadours, trouvères and Minnesänger. The topic was also popular with major writers, including Dante, Petrarch and Geoffrey Chaucer.
The term “courtly love” was first popularized by Gaston Paris and has since come under a wide variety of definitions and uses. Its interpretation, origins and influences continue to be a matter of critical debate.
Apart from his political career he was an amateur motor racing driver and aeroplane pilot. In 1928 he was instrumental in founding the British airfield operator National Flying Services. In 1930, he became deputy master of the Guild of Air Pilots and Air Navigators, and master in 1932. He also played polo, was a big-game hunter in East Africa, and was a celebrated man-about-town in London and New York City society. Among his homes was Villa Artemis in Palm Beach, Florida and the former du Pont estate in Roslyn, New York. He was a member of the River and Links Clubs of New York and the Piping Rock Club in Long Island. He was also a friend of the Duke of Windsor, formerly King Edward VIII.[2]
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Jeff Bezos owns a huge chunk of the money making James Bond Myth. But, I am kin to Ian Fleming via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. I have several Bond books in the works. I chose Lara Roozemond to be my star – and new muse! She inspires me. Who inspires Jeff – who can not get his super yacht past a drawbridge in Rotterdam.
Several years ago, I cast Lara as Helen – who launched a thousand ships. The Flemish People have a horse in the race. May I suggest Jeff make Cees Roozemond’s horse dream come to, and, make his daughter a star, or, a Princess Rose. Then he can take The Rose of Holland for a world cruise in order to let the Democracy Loving People know Holland will never forget, or, forgive!
Old Hollywood had a tradition of Courting Beautiful Starlets! Why should the Dutch People bow down as the Oceanco – passes! Go see Ceez, Jeff. And apologize to the people who mastered the sea – and the Friesian Horse!
Not a rose
Nor a horse
But a whisper
in the wind
Our Lady
passes
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
“It’s the only route to the sea,” a spokesperson for the mayor of Rotterdam told AFP, confirming the news of the bridge’s dismantling. According to Dutch news, ship builder Oceanco convinced the city to dismantle part of the bridge. The Rotterdam mayor’s spokesperson also confirmed that Bezos would pay for the dismantling and rebuilding of the bridge.
In November, Oceano’s chairman, Omani businessman Dr. Mohammed Al Barwani, spoke of the 127 meter (416 feet) sailing yacht the company was working on without mentioning Bezos. Later, Boat International identified the 127m yacht as the one commissioned by the Amazon founder.
What Amazon’s MGM Deal Means For James Bond – No Time to Die Future Explained (esquire.com)
The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock’d me up with a golden key.
This cabinet is form’d of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright,
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night.
Another England there I saw
Another London with its Tower,
Another Thames and other hills,
And another pleasant Surrey bower.
Another Maiden like herself,
Translucent, lovely, shining clear,
Threefold each in the other clos’d
O, what a pleasant trembling fear!
O, what a smile! a threefold smile
Fill’d me, that like a flame I burn’d;
I bent to kiss the lovely Maid,
And found a threefold kiss return’d.
I strove to seize the inmost form
With ardor fierce and hands of flame,
But burst the Crystal Cabinet,
And like a weeping Babe became—
A weeping Babe upon the wild,
And weeping Woman pale reclin’d,
And in the outward air again,
I fill’d with woes the passing wind.
Gambit
Posted on June 13, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Gambit
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 1999
Gambit
Remember when it was her turn
to be brave
How she reveled in her chance
to play
in the dance of the sunsets
How wild her eyes
in this juggling act
Full of sea-set waves
of her hand
that withdrew every dove
from your reluctant heart
What she did with your promises
stacking the old moments on edge
Daring you now
to recognize your life without her
Becoming afraid of her.
The new promises made
met with a hush
in the coming night
in the failing light
she came for her victory kiss
No more conjuring ways
all the doves
were asleep in her arms
From the land
a warm breeze
wrapped her long hair
around your embrace
while the new rumor
and web play
refrains of whispering strings
touching the back of your neck
Now afraid for her.
For we have all lost
the best things owned
The longest memories are made
in the dance of the broken sunsets
And perhaps brave?
Who alone would know
Being afraid
with her
Bond on Bond on Bond
Posted on March 17, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
I think Lara, and her father, Cees Roozemond, like my Dutch history I shared, but not the poor leftist Bohemian, attached to it. As a rule, Horse People in America are right-wing Republicans.
The evolution of Victoria Rosemond Bond.
History will tell, the reason Putin invaded Ukraine (for starters) is that he – the richest and most powerful man in the world – ended up with a woman that is right out of Van Gough’s ‘The Patatoe Eaters’. You could title her ‘The Potato Peeler’ because she has calves like tree stumps, because, she stands at the sink peeling potatoes all day!
Mystery solved!
I spent twelve hours on the internet looking for a replacement for Rena Easton, who made Ian’s Day – he finding and marrying a High Beauty of Class – a ballerina who danced for the Royal Ballet. I found her in the Poet, Lara Roozemond, who like Rena, sent me a poem she wrote. I responded, and she could not believe this old grey-haired nobody was doing a Grand Bonding Job on her. This is why I have Starfish calling John von Bond on his Royal Bullshit – all thru my un-finished Bond Book, A Bullshitter’s work – is never done! We see this in the BS of Donald Bond.
I’m going to have Victoria Bond be a Dylan Freak. Owning a extremely high I.Q. and knowing she has arrested development due to her sequestered childhood, she becomes a modern sculptress who flips out to her complete collection of Dylan albums.
“When the staff heard ‘Visions of Johanna’ echoing thru the halls of Osborne, they knew they were going to hear it a dozen times before she moved on……to the next song.”
John von Bond
Lyrics
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
Bond Woman No.1
Posted on March 19, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I am going to have my Bond Women do walk-ons in my movies made from my books ‘The Royal Janitor’. Thank my Lucky Stars for discovering Candida Bond in my blog on Howard Waldon! The women of the rich and royal will play the roles of waitress, maid, flower girl, janitor ect. all those who Serve Man. It will be really chic to spotted in my Bondish flics.
With the marriage of Meghan Markle to Prince Harry, a bond will be made between America and Britain. Royal and rich males will do walk-ons in my second movie. I will be the conduit, an Atlantic Chunnel.
Candida’s kin, Lord Howard de Walden, had his portrait sculpted by Rodin. Does Candida know? I will be the Western Cultural Merlin. Howard was a great genealogist and expert on heraldry. When I looked at his genealogy and cote of arms, I saw one of the most complex and detailed family trees I have come across. I wonder if I am Howard reborn. He died in 1946.
I posted this Bond blog yesterday morning. Around three I went shopping and did some composing. I tend to walk around stores in a trance. About nine last night I found Candida. I am blown away. The opening of my book finds Serena on a couch in the basement of Osborne House, fast asleep with a chisel and hammer in her hand. She is covered in marble dust. She is having her dream……………….
“I just found The Muse for my Bond, who will be a woman, who believes she is the embodiment of Camille Claudel, who like Gwen John, was Rodin’s lover. She refused to be his loyal disciple, and for being true to oneself, was shut away in a asylum. When I went to visit Rena in 1970, she took me to the art studios and unraveled a life-size clay statue her new lover was doing of – himself!
“Why isn’t he using you as a model?”
What I am doing is shuffling in the Getty Family Tree with the Waldon Tree. Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was born in Britain and was knighted in a feminine manner that Howard understands like no other. Did he meet Camille in Rodin’s studio? Did he ever consider he was playing God. SometimesI wonder if I descend from Scribes.
When I told my sixteen year old daughter I was a genealogist of some renown, she looked at me with utter disgust.
“And how much does that pay!”
When we first met, she expected me to hand her the keys to the Bentley parked in back of the Rosamond gallery, with the trunk stuffed with $20 dollar bills!
“Did you look in the glove compartment and find your new credit cards and cellphones? You will call me now and then?”
Royal genealogies are the first Facebook. Making connections is what these people are all about. The fear fathers have of Gold Diggers, is the stuff books are made of. The want of a Honest Matchmaker is so very vital. And then, there are the Nine Muses. Have they made a comeback?
Jon Presco
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Lord Howard de Walden c.1905-6 Auguste Rodin 1840-1917 Presented by Lord Howard de Walden 1939 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05034
Lord Howard de Walden (1880-1946) was a wealthy British landowner and patron of the arts. He greatly admired Rodin’s work, and commissioned this portrait in 1905, when the artist was at the height of his renown. De Walden travelled to Rodin’s studio at Meudon, on the outskirts of Paris, to sit for the sculpture. The pose is frontal and, unusually for Rodin, the sitter’s expression is passive and calm. According to a story told by his wife, the medal-like marks on the chest of the bust were made during an interval between sittings when de Walden and Rodin discussed heraldry.
Elizabeth Taylor pictured in a scene from one of her most famous films, ‘Cleopatra’.
The catwalk has met the auctioneer’s gavel and gone online – offering Chanel-labelled fashion and accessories and one of the late Hollywood actress Elizabeth Taylor’s diamond rings.
In a streaming fashion show last Saturday, a California auction house aimed to modernise the auction format with what it called the “first ever runway fashion show auction”.
‘I wanted to go into the big, bad world’
Candida Bond is the face of Chanel’s Allure perfume. She talks to Christa D’Souza about her sculpture, modelling and her high society wedding
By Christa D’Souza
12:00AM BST 30 Apr 2001
CANDIDA BOND is full of apologies. She is nine and a half minutes late for our appointment. “Gosh, I do hope I haven’t kept you waiting,” she says, as she flies into the room, a vision in tight black Chanel trousers and stilettos. “It’s just that I’ve been in fittings all morning for my wedding dress.”
| Feat of clay: sculptor Candida Bond suddenly found herself as the exhibit after fashion house Chanel persuaded her to model for its worldwide advertising campaign |
That wedding took place on Saturday in Chipping Camden, Gloucestershire, when she married William Stanhope, the handsome, eccentric 33-year-old heir to Viscount Petersham’s £100 million London estate. But, when we meet, the ceremony is still a few days off, and it is clear from her frantic air that there are last-minute arrangements to make. The wedding, she admits, is the only thing on her mind. The guest list will include aristocrats and celebrities. But the one person that Bond really wants to be there is the man who made her wedding dress, Karl Lagerfeld.
We are in an oriental-styled room at the glossy London headquarters of Chanel. It’s an appropriate venue, considering that 29-year-old Bond has been the face of Allure, Chanel’s newest fragrance, for just over 18 months.
“He says he’s coming,” she says, brightly, her borzoi frame curled up neatly on the sofa, “but we shall see.” As her mind wanders to contemplate Lagerfeld’s creation, she twiddles her large diamond engagement ring (a family heirloom that Stanhope redesigned) and her cool features break out into a wide smile. “I first saw the dress at the last couture show and I thought: ‘Hmm, I wonder if that can be made into a wedding dress?’ I saw Karl backstage afterwards and he said: ‘Absolutely’. Honestly, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. After the wedding I want to get a dummy and put it in a glass case. It’s like sculpture.”
This is an apt comparison, considering that Bond is a sculptor. Indeed, it was after a photograph of her, posing next to one of her sculptures, had appeared in Vogue in 1998 that a representative from Chanel called her at her Gloucestershire studio. “At first, I assumed it was a friend playing a practical joke.” But a month or so later, she was whisked away to Paris to be photographed by Patrick de Marchelier for a worldwide television campaign, having beaten 600 other hopefuls to land the assignment.
“It was an extraordinary experience,” Bond recalls. “I was so nervous – I didn’t know what I had let myself into. Until then, I’d only ever been photographed by my mother. Suddenly, here I was, in this enormous studio with 70 crew members. I took one look at it all and felt like saying: ‘Can I go home, please?’ ”
The daughter of Ian Bond, a wealthy landowner, and his wife, Caroline, a former actress, Candida was the eldest of four children and a maddening all-rounder. She swam for England, did well at tennis, plays the piano and the flute (“I played it a friend’s wedding recently”), and, from the age of 14, had a great passion for sculpture. But the idea of being a model didn’t cross her mind. “Never, never, never!” she insists.
After passing her A-levels, Bond went to Paris, ostensibly to learn French. Instead, she became an apprentice to a French sculptor whose studio she happened upon while walking through the Marais district. When she returned home, her father was not best pleased with her. “I wanted to go out into the big bad world, but my old man wanted me to train my mind. I mean, my brother went to Oxford”
Bond was given an ultimatum; either go to university, or get a proper job. She went for the latter option, and began working for the designer Sir Hardy Amies. But her career quickly changed course when, at 19, she met the artist David Wynne under a painting at the Victoria and Albert Museum. “He asked me if I liked the painting – I can’t even remember what it was – and then told me to go home and make him something. Very sheepishly, I turned up at his studio the next day with an appalling piece of sculpture, and he immediately took me on as a pupil.”
For five years, Bond was Wynne’s muse – posing for him, travelling with him to India, and working with him on various high-profile projects. In 1996, she decided to go solo and, the following year, held her first exhibition at the Air Gallery in London. But then, along came the Chanel contract (which her employer denies is worth £1 million a year, as has been reported) and her creative projects have had to take a back seat.
She misses all of that drilling and chiselling – “the messy, masculine side of my life” – but modelling has definite advantages, even though she winces every time she sees herself on a billboard or gets recognised on the Eurostar (an increasingly common occurrence). For a start, her cupboards are full of Chanel suits and she has made new friends – among them, Carole Bouquet (another, former, face of Chanel) and her boyfriend, Gerard Depardieu, one of Bond’s favourite actors.
But what does her new husband make of it? Will, a venture capitalist and mountaineer who used to drive around London in a leopardskin-upholstered hearse, has found the modelling world an eye-opener. As Bond recalls, after taking him backstage following the last Chanel couture show in Paris: “I’m not sure he quite knew where to look.”
When the couple return from their honeymoon (“I have no idea where he is taking me, but I hope it’s South America because I’ve never been there”) Bond is keen to get back to her sculpture. She is dying to pull on her filthy dungarees, plunge her hands into some clay and forget all about catwalks and visible panty lines.
For now, the maddening all-rounder is happy with the way her two careers are progressing, even though she finds it difficult to juggle them both. “To do two things well is impossible,” she says, looking down at flawless French-manicured nails, “but sculpture is something I can do until I’m 90. Modelling has a time limit. And I really couldn’t turn down the offer when it came. Imagine all those girls out there who would love to be in my position.”
Rush by Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I got another poem by Roozemond in my e-mail. I sent her about five messages. She never responds. I gave her several feedbacks, but, they are not approved. The only response was to those three posts on her facebook, that she asked me to remove.
I think I got a great short story, where an old man is dying, and he chooses this beautiful woman to leave everything to. He knows all the producers in Hollywood, and they want her to come there and do several screen tests. But, she is in such a rush, so busy with her career, she never responds to anything.
The man dies, and leaves everything to an animal shelter. Before he kicks the bucket, he authors the most beautiful farewell poem ever written. It goes into her SPAM pile, where all his e-mails…….go!
She had read only half his first e-mail, and was going to read the rest, when she was not in such a rush. She meant to put it in her save file, but hit the SPAM button instead. From then on her computer recognized the miscreant, and – SPAMMED HIS ASS – but good!
Jon
P.S. Did I just write Lara a poem – she will never read?
Lararoozemond
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Rush
Rush
I am in a hurry because the day is short
I am in a hurry because the pressure is high
I’m in a hurry because it has to be finished
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do
I am in a hurry because I have to result
I am in a hurry because everybody is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am stuck in a current
I am in a hurry because I have to meet expectations
I am in a hurry because I am wasting my time
I am in a hurry because it is almost tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I have to do so much
I’m in a hurry because I do nothing
I am in a hurry because time is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because it is evening
I am in a hurry because I am not satisfied yet
I am in a hurry because I am in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am tired
I’m in a hurry
I tired
Flight – Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
This is a poem from Lara sent to my e-mail on April 17th. I just found it. Are you getting a message, a cry for “HELP!” ?
No one responds to her poetry, but me. I first sent her a url to this blog when I did. I think she thought it was spam, thought that was all she deserves. It is said life imitates art. The top pic came with the poem. It has occurred to me that if I died, I might be….an angel.
Jon
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on Flight
Flight
I swim
I swim in a sea of rules
I get stuck in a safety net of fear
Words are shooting through space
Tears are building up
Fires will go flames
Bomb explodes
Hard noise, limited visibility
No oxygen
Run in danger
I run
I run without a final destination
I am hunting but without protection
I get out of breath but I do not stop
I am tired but I ignore that
I’m going on
I’m going on
I do not have to stand still
I need a new adventure
I need confirmation
I have to keep hunting
I have to adrenaline
I have to continue
I flee
and I know why
I’m going to keep the secret
I’m not telling you
You do not know
It does not do anything to you
I’m not hurting you
You do not feel any pain
I hurt myself
I feel pain
I am in pain
I am in pain
au
Stop at au
I stop
I stop for now
I return
I feel small
I want to be myself
I do not want to be myself
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
Back to the sea
I’m going to swim again
Victoria Bond – Born April 17th.
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Victoria Bond was born on April 17th. This is like a movie within a movie. When I called Lara ‘My Wing’ I wondered if I had called her my angel…..who is reborn.
Jon
Tragically She killed herself on 3rd July 1965 aged only 35, overdosing on sleeping pills. When someone dies young it is always a sad event, what is most sad about Dyer is how she seems to have been forgotten. Sources for this entry are very few and far between. Maybe she will be rediscovered and more light can be shed on this sad lady who had everything given to her, yet could not find peace and happiness.
Since the dawn of human history, there have been beautiful, rich women who seem to ‘have it all’. Some have created enduring ripples (Daisy Fellowes), some have chosen to look beyond their comfortable existence (Millicent Rogers). Even with the current batch of socialites, it can feel like they will linger forever (hardly a thought that fills me with joy….). Having said that, you can seem blessed but you can still be written out of history. Just look at the life, death and blackout of Nina Dyer.
Born Nina Sheila Dyer on 15 February 1930 in Sri Lanka. Her family were wealthy thanks to their tea plantation. Seeking more stimulation, Dyer moved first to London and then Paris for her modelling career.
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