In its highest sense.

To my friend Dionysus

“According to Jung, humanity holds a special role in creation: to contribute to the act of consciousness, and the point of view of morality, in its highest sense.” ~ Johnson, Robert A. Ecstasy (p. 64) Harper One. Kindle Edition.


Peter Fonda is the sensitive man and genius in unique ways.

 


That is a double good thing too. He inspired me to see life differently. As a young girl living through the 1960s and viewing the film Easy Rider to just recently with a film called The Hired Hand (1971) directed by him starring himself, Warren Oates, Verna Bloom. Both films are amazing films but the second one is a film that speaks to the modern woman today and her wounded psyche. I am speaking about my own. He told me a story that reaches generations. So beautiful and healing too. Truly fulfilling to watch. I am in love with the film.

As a youth he had an accident with a family gun and almost died. He told this story to his friends The Beatles and they wrote a song about his experience.

My heart has been heavy today…  now I know why. It is always sad when a free spirit leaves us. I don’t think death was something he feared at all.


A post about the Film The Hired Hand ! A must see unusual western.

https://hudleyflipside.com/2019/03/11/the-wilderness-of-the-wild-west-and-the-gospel-of-thomas/


Song the Beatles wrote about Peter Fonda’s near death experience as a youth.

Uranus and Jupiter at the threshold…

A Muse named Urania watercolor by Hudley


“Today Sunday August 11th, both threshold planets Uranus and Jupiter are changing direction simultaneously-Uranus in reverse throttle and Jupiter full steam ahead-churning up the ethers along with your energy field.” ~Hare in the Moon Astrology

Ok to take this into concurrence, my mind is filled with an old image and a song. I can not keep them from speaking so I will post about them.

Also RIP William Blake we celebrate your brilliant life today in eternity.


An Original Punk Rock Scene Journalist… also a woman.

“Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
You watch tv to find out what’s right and wrong.
Open your eyes to what you respected.
Open your eyes and you can reject it.”

The Avengers

There is a rather new Facebook page called Original Women Of Punk. It is fun to be involved with as well as look back at the stories and histories of original punk women. Yet there are times when I see women posting things that are not accurate. I don’t want to cause a fuss, so I just let it be. Once in awhile on a off mood I challenge an individual with the truth. I realize it may not be taken the right way. I feel it is necessary.
I did document the original punk rock scene as a woman punk journalist via Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I loved the punk scene. I lived the life.
I don’t think I am better than anyone else that did not document the punk rock scene. Also, I do not think that the film Decline of Western Civilization is a true documentary source of the punk rock scene. It does have the correct bands from that place and time in punk rock history. Regardless, it is an interpretation or embellished film artwork imitating life. As a documentarian of the punk scene I did not imitate the punk scene. I was part of it and documented it as I experienced it. The complete punk rock culture. There were no actors playing characters in a film.
That is why I am selling the 10-year anniversary issue to share the punk scene of many punk rock voices with the global community. I am preserving the scene that I loved so dearly.

I don’t think I am better than another for what I have achieved but I will not ignore what I have done

I am not putting down another if I disagree with a post on the Original Women Of Punk page. It is just my experienced opinion.

I have worked with many staff people, bands, promoters and fans involved intimately in the punk rock scene.  When I found Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine it was on its last foot. It had not been published in about five mouths. Al Flipside and I got it back on its feet and went from there (1978 -1979). We documented the scene via a fanzine, Flipside Videos and records for 10 years. The original punk rock scene.
I am proud of my part in this process and I will not let anyone belittle me for sharing my truth.
Like I always say,

THERE ARE MANY STORIES FROM THE BIG PUNK ROCK, Mine is just one of them.



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Now Our Civil War

Civil War ~A war between opposing groups of citizens of the same country.


“As the smoke from many family fires rises tonight and spreads above the forest, let us remember,” he reminded the Iroquois, “that this smoke comes from many fires, and no one fire is better than another. Though one fire may burn brighter and another more faintly who is to say which is wiser? You know as well as I that there are times and seasons for both. Remember always that the truth springs from many hearts and takes many outer forms, no two ever the same. One in the Great Spirit, we shall have no one ruling shamans, for such traditions are warrior traditions and not the traditions of the Ongwhehonwhe. Let such customs be buried with our weapons. Let them lie forgotten beside the tree that is no more.” ~Hiawatha – Ruturn Of The Bird Trible.



“Can we possibly suppose that if governments had originated in a right principle, and had not an interest in pursuing a wrong one, the world could have been in the wretched and quarrelsome condition we have seen it? What inducement has the farmer, while following the plough, to lay aside his peaceful pursuit, and go to war with the farmer of another country? or what inducement has the manufacturer? What is dominion to them, or to any class of men in a nation? Does it add an acre to any man’s estate, or raise its value? Are not conquest and defeat each of the same price, and taxes the never-failing consequence? Though this reasoning may be good to a nation, it is not so to a government. War is the Pharo-table of governments, and nations the dupes of the game.” ~ pg. 178 Chapter II, Of the Origin of the Present Old Governments. ~ Thomas Paine



“That we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain – that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”~ Abraham Lincoln


Hiawatha, Thomas Paine and Abraham Lincoln are examples of sensible leaders of humanity and bright governance. Which we lack now, and profoundly so. I must say that we are now in the mists of a civil war. Has anyone called it out yet? I will. At times like these I rest on the wisdom of leaders who are just and wise. A call to their spirit of wisdom is needed.


“Thus, it is our fate to manage within our nature the complexity and the competition of two opposing tendencies: that which stands with life and love (the Dionysian) and that which is greedy, power hungry, and ego-driven (the Titanic).” ~Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysus & Ariadne. Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.


Will we stand aside and be enablers of this abuse on “we the people,” children, emigrants and the innocent? How can we do this? It is time to see this for what it is. A civil war.



July 31st and the Jolly Rogers

Dad was a WWII Captain Pilot stationed in Australia. He flew a B-24. He flew with the Jolly Rogers Bomb Squad. He was shot down off the shore of New Guinea. His back was broken. He survived of course. July 31st is the day it happened. When I was a kid mom made up a cake with the shoreline of New Guinea with a B-24 on it. We always celebrated this day.

I did not realize until this morning that it was his special day. I have not celebrated it for a long time. Maybe dad is looking down and wants a little remembrance. I thank him for all the life he gave me. Rest in Peace and have a beer on me.

Dad is on the left nearest the Bimbo figure.

The film The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)  brings up what my dad and mom went through. It is a film about their generation.  Dana Andrews as Captain Fred Derry reminds me of my dad. Especially his struggles in life and with drinking. Dad was one of the fallen angels. I love watching this film because it helps me to understand and feel close to him. He was a real characters who was often hard to be with. I love him dearly.

Dad is holding a cigarette and mom is across from him.



Time of Coyote

Driving towards home the dark night held all the romance that a woman could ask for. Falling in love after 30 was not a goal. Looking out of the passenger seat coyote was eyeballing my lover. He looked back at the wild thing that was part of a mythology deep in this hill’s subconscious. Hadn’t he been on top of coyote hill and tasted the nectar of adventure? Once on top years earlier coyote turned to look as coyote defined his territory.  A wild thing knowing all those living there. A sacred path that went on for generations.  

Posts about Coyote

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/02/17/coyote-hill/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/09/17/coyote-green-stone-story/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/03/19/yellow-behind-the-ears/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2017/11/23/autumn-magic-poem-7-all-wild-things-that-know-us/

 

 

 

 

Paperback: To Ride A Painted Pony Wild~ Now for Sale

In Paperback – July 19, 2019 To Ride A Painted Pony Wild: The Adventures Of Sony and Raubie

Sony and Holly Picture by brother Steve Hudson (rip)

“A novella is a text of written, fictional, narrative prose normally longer than a short story but shorter than a novel, somewhere between 17,500 and 40,000 words. The English word “novella” derives from the Italian novella, feminine of novello, which means “new”.[1] The novella is a common literary genre in several European languages. “ `Wikipedia

I decided to make this real-life story into a short novella. It is a bit off the beaten track because a novella tends to be fiction. Yet I have found many that aren’t.

This story is like capturing the essence of a wildflower while watercoloring or grasping a political expression for one of my Flopside comics. I tend to grasp and then get it out there before I lose the essence of what is coming forth.

This story may have taken time to materialize into a novella format. Which I feel protects its essence which I hope will come across.

It is set in the early 1970s.

As my two boys, my dancing John and the punk rock scene… Sony was one of my greatest gifts.



Chiron Retrograde Dance

The Infant Bacchus (Dionysus) painting (c. 1505–1510) by Giovanni Bellini.

The Bibliotheca seems to be following Pherecydes, who relates how the infant Dionysus, god of the grapevine, was nursed by the rain-nymphs, the Hyades at Nysa. Young Dionysus was also said to have been one of the many famous pupils of the centaur Chiron. According to Ptolemy Chennus in the Library of Photius,

 “Dionysus was loved by Chiron, from whom he learned chants and dances, the bacchic rites and initiations.” ~~Diodorus Siculus

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibliotheca_historica


 

A Letter to Bernie Taupin, Alfred E. Newman and Gahan Wilson.

Dear Teachers,

These are the Benadryl days.

Too much listening to Elton John and remembering my crush on Bernie Taupin. Foggy dreams. Dreams where the threads of remembering can’t be pulled down into this world. A changing mixture of memories swirling around me that I have experienced in real time.

As sitting under the pool table in the boy’s room reading Mad Magazine and Playboy. Alfred E. Neuman or cartoonist Gahan Wilson went on to inspire me in my own fanzine. Where I created images or doodled between the pages.

Magazines are now becoming obsolete. Newspapers stands too except for the billionaires that do resurrect some. A fight that is not gonna win.

To my teachers that came from those awesome perverted magazines.

Love,

Holly