Spit Face Girl


Spit Face Girl By Hudley Flipside


At 5AM the alarm went off. Not that sleep was possible at this camp. Whispers crying and bolts of laughter were a constant noise here. Breakfast was served in the big house. Dark wooden tables and chairs lined up two hundred youthful assumed rebels in a large cafeteria. Any light in the room did not help take away from the declaration of order and obedience.

The cool chair-wood felt good against her skin. At first this 13 year old rather small girl let the bullies take her gruel! A pat of butter and a quarter cup of cream is all these youths got.

One day she suddenly grew wise for now as soon as she sat down she quickly put her butter in her mouth.Then she slowly sucked the rich fat around her mouth before she spat it back into her cream dish. She did this as her eyes scanned and confronted any bullies around her.

Drip drip as the fat warden looked away. Then this milky fat, now a delicious  homogeneous cream butter, topped her gruel. She mixed it up with her spoon and then ate it down. None of the other hungry girls took her food again.

The first time she got food wise a bully smiled starry at her whispering, as the heavens above, in her ear,

“So…I guess we’ll call you … spit face.”


Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Number 54~10 Year Anniversary Issue Paperback Documentary (replica) Punk Rock 1977 – 1987.

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Only a new cover otherwise this is a replica of the original but better. The yellow patina is gone, and the pages are all straight. If you want it without all the fuss and facelift you can still purchase the squirrely eBook. It is cheaper.  This issue of Flipside was originally printed on newsprint, paper, so the pages did yellow with time.

I put a great deal of time into making this paperback into the sweet little punk rock number that it is. Some punks have told me that this was their punk rock bible. It is Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine issues one through fifty. A lot of punk voices. The integrity of what punk was at any time during the original punk rock scene is shared here.

 

Flipside Fanzine number 54 captures the continuity and real experience and thoughtful wild exuberant expression of many interesting individuals. It was a passion of mine to share in this documentation of a scene.  It still is which is why I continued over the years with this project to have a new handheld Flipside 54 for anyone who may want it. I think it is very special, in a punk kind of way,  I hope you will enjoy it too.

Within this paperback book is our history of the early punk rock scene. We at Flipside covered that scene thoroughly, what we wanted to cover that is. It is best you read the editorial included at the beginning of this paperback to get a real sense of who we were. Ten years of documenting a scene included in issues one through fifty is a great deal to read. A magnifying glass may be needed.

ISSUE #: 12

I always say the proof is in the pudding. Shift workers who worked on each issue are clearly defined in each issue. This is what I mean by proof.  Always a lot of hands in the cookie jar at the Flipside house. Suffice to say I’ll let this spectacular punk documentary speak for itself with a giant community of punk voices.

I recommend my memoir My Punkalullaby as a sidekick to this paperback book. Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Ten-Year Anniversary Issue (replica) is a punk rock opus and I am very proud of it.

I guess it was up to me to reprint it…

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Be More Than A Witness,

Hudley Flipside

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The Nasty woman is me.

The Nasty Woman and the

Smörgåsbord of words and feelings… some very nasty…. like me.

“In his late works , he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen in to deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.” 

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.

I realize I am being confrontational, nasty and outrageous. It is that two-week time as we move into the autumnal equinox. I hate this time of transition, but I love autumn.


Today I had to get gas on the way to where I was going. This local gas station charged me a 30 cents gas fee. Yet this is the normal way to skim the top and make a lot of money off millions of poor people. I remember when gas stations had attendants pour the gas, check the oil and fill the car tires. It was service with a smile.

I wish one of these monster gas companies would be brave and bring the service attendants back. They could collect the cash and we could give them the service charge… instead of a fucking machine.

Every time we take away a person’s job and replace them with a machine, we become less human.

I went into the mini-market and the cashier, who seemed to be acting as an employe,  knew nothing about the fee and said,

“I don’t know why you are asking about it. You are the only one that cares? No one else has asked about it.”

I looked at her silently and squarely.

“You should know about it and all the things around you here. I must pay a fee and it is dirty filthy outside around the gas tanks. I remember the day…”

A man came forward and interrupted our conversation and the cashier looked away.

“Excuse us,” I said. “We are talking.”

I used a figure to point to the cashier and me.

“Grumble, “said the man under his breath.

I left telling the cashier she should lose her job for not knowing anything.

Then I came home to find standing outside my home a strange older man smoking a cigarette.

“Are you waiting for someone,” I said.

“No.”

“Then why did you park here?”

The street had no other cars around. He then looked up at the tree. I then asked him to please move his car I needed to part our truck there. He seemed nice enough for not having a reason for being there besides smoking a cigarette. We talked back and forth.

“We have had issues with drug dealers around here,” I said.

He soon left and I moved the truck out. I know I was being ridiculous. I thought it strange that he would get out of his car with his cell home in hand to smoke a cigarette under our lovely olive tree. I did say to him.

“I don’t like the smell of cigarettes and I am sure the tree doesn’t either.”

I think upon a poem I wrote that I have changed a bit.

Any time of the year but now it is moving into the Autumn poem.

Green-gold olives

This eve
I take my broom
Last ray of sun is dead here …
it is real…

The shy clouds hide stars
Only the Moon, Jupiter and Saturn shine their breastplates.
Of radiant light…

I take my broom to the front of our home into the dustpan goes
Dry brown and yellow
Pointy olive leaves and hard green-gold olives…

Into the waste bin… away away.
Goes all the thoughts of this day
Of a wooing Crone…
Looking around as I sweep and bend

For any Fay to show their haunting ways 
In the clouds sailing on the night or
Upon the grasping arms of the olive tree. 
Queen of Elphame mocks me
As I move quickly and consistently,
I call her Sabrina…

How symbolic have I become?
Wild movement… yet strangely calm.
Sweet sweat dripping
My dusty perfume…

I do as many an old Crone
Sweeping clean the front of their home
At this transforming time.
Today I am a nasty one...

 

 

 

 

Get ready for a praying mantis punch…

Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers. Pg 7. ~Hudley Flipside, My Punkalullaby, The Seminary Of Praying Mantis

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Chi Chi Hawa Harmony



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Chato from Painted Woman / The Mustanger and the Lady (The Brandiron) ` Dusty Richards


Resilient

“Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.” ― William Blake


fire monster pic by Hudley

burnt tree pic by Hudley

return of mustard greens pic by Hudley


It was terrifying living through the California fires. I took a picture across the street then of what I see as a fire monster. At least it looks like one. The fires approached so close to our home.

When Spring came so did the Monarch butterflies. A flying path over our home called us to visit the burned hills. I was beside myself with wonder. How resilient nature is.  I know these hills well, and I saw blooming flowers I had never seen before. A multitude of creatures and fresh green hills. Roadrunners and rabbits have also returned.



Purple mystery flowers from the Santa Monica HIlls. Pic by Hudley


Today I study the ideal of contraries. It is part of who we are as human beings and nature and the cosmos. I cannot think of a better quote then William Blake’s above to understand what we are going through right now. I want to share a hopeful part of nature as well.  Contrary as is may seem now. It is a dependable pattern we can trust.



My Punkalullaby Paperback: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis

It is complete. My Punkalullaby. I coined the term Punkalullaby in the mid 1980s. I had a little creative section in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine where I included fictional stories and later came the poetry.

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The history of getting this book published is a long one. First I published it like a fanzine, In my little home computer publishing room. I sold them through Paypal. I also sold them at speaking events. During this time, before and after, I approached four publishers, talked to other punks and had the help from a master editor. Yet the only thing I got from publishers were comments like,

“It has to be action packed filled with excitement!”

One Santa Monica publisher declined me. Years later this same publisher wanted to include my story in a hodgepodge of other punk women.  No offer of royalties or compensation either. Written by a woman that had no experience with the punk scene at all. She turned out to be the usual user. Yes, I have met a lot of them over the years too.

So, I finally figured it out for myself. The punk or Flipside Fanzine way. We never asked for help in how or what we published. We did it ourselves and in our own way. So, my punk opus is completed the punk Flipside Fanzine way.

My Punkalullaby does not countian action ball packed adventure or embellished fictions. The truth is that for me the punk scene was about supporting a growing punk scene. I did this with my whole heart. It was a great deal of work prompting a scene. I did not love every second of it, but I did learn a lot of skills along the way. Made some good long-time buddies and lost a few as well.

My Punkalullaby is a story about a young punk rocker who co-edited and published a fanzine called Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Hudley Flipside is a pivotal character a motif of that early punk scene.

It was a scene that I still look for although it is not there anymore. It echoes in me as a constant call. Hopefully finishing this book will help that haunting call to wane away.

Cheers to twenty years of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and to the underground growing punk scene. This is my ten years about it 1979 to 1989.

To Pooch, Nate, Kat, Keith and others for your encouragement and support…  you know who you are! My loving family included! John, Johnfred~ Sara and family,  and Shayne.

A Big thanks to

Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing

Remember to be…

More Than A Witness.

~ Hudley

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My Punkalullaby, eBook and Paperback , are entered in the Kindle Storyteller UK contest… wish me luck.

FUN

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.