“Saturn and Pluto have several things in common, and they often overlap in their mythological and religious correspondences. Both have an association with darkness, with destruction, and with the figure Lucifer, the Dark Prince, or the Beast who symbolizes the depth of chaos out of which new life or greater consciousness is born. Pluto is Saturn’s only real friend in the planetary hierarchy although, as the saying goes, with a friend such as this, one has no need of enemies. They symbolize two phases of the same psychic process. Both planets lead the individual into darkness, and both carry the suggestion of wisdom through suffering and purification through the ordeal by fire.”
Pg 141. Saturn A New Look at an Old Devil by Liz Greene, 1976
My obligation to Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. (1977 to 2002)
As a co-publisher, editor of Flipside Fanzine I hold to my heart a need to protect and preserve the memory of this Fanzine. Being its roughly 20 years of existence.
How it is presented to the world is important to me. At one time Flipside Fanzine supported a beginning and then growing underground, and international, punk rock scene.
Over the last few years, I have had bands, record labels, writers and major movie companies approach me for images for their work and/or production pertaining to Flipside Fanzine. I engage the many demands in a proper and organized manner.
There is not another Flipside person who has stepped forward to engage this pressure.
My intentions are good for Flipside Fanzine, and I will continue to protect it as best I can. I hold good integrity too. I can choose with whom I share or sell things from this Fanzine.
Be it the fanzine itself, videos, or records. I am under an umbrella of protection, and I can release things for such productions as I always mention those involved at the time if they are dead, or otherwise, or do not want to be bothered. Flipside was a fast moving fanzine with many who did willfully engage freely in its creative life time.
I love Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. It is ironic to me, but Flipside’s created products become more precious with time. Everything Flipside “produced and created” is becoming more in demand.
In its publishing history there have only been two owners of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, its “living publishing time,” Al Flipside (Al Kowalewski) and me Hudley Flipside (Holly D Cornell).
I promise to do my best with all of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine documented materials and all products over its full life. Yet now it is a defunct fanzine and we only see it as a history of what once was and so many of its creations still shine in many corners of the world.
Do you remember those art films you watched in class in elementary school. They got me to wondering just like a mystery or scary film. So, I decided to engage those memories with my own art mineral film.
Youngest son had to go study minerals and gems … a fun day at the LA Museum but both the LA Memorial Coliseum and Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County are surrounded by poverty and such a treacherous drive to get there.
The duality of life is witnessed! Many older women wait at the bus stop, as fast cars cut corners in the pursuit of oblivion? Strange dark corners in old broken apartments hold desperation or reflection as I see!
In return the big rich donors to the museum are great, as the surrounding community lacks such concern!
Happy unaware children and babies and a history of preservation even on a hooked tip of a once weaponized airplane!
Working all my life, on and off, with many types of jobs I stopped working after I had children. Now at 65, I am short of one point. This comes to around two thousand dollars ($1,640) based on my social security to receive any of my benefits.
I saw that there was a women’s movement in this country to have “Housewives” get paid for their “love” work at home.
I think the “Wages For Homework” should be a current movement for those who choose to stay home and take care of the kids, and all the other chores that come with running the household. Cooking, cleaning, accounts, changing the kitty litter box etc. It is not a sex thing but a government thing. Our government bases everything on the amount of taxes a person pays which is based on their earned income.
My goal is to sell 100 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzines (Only 20 dollars each) this year to make my point in order to earn my social security benefits and Medicare. And to bring back the campaign “Wages For Housework” because if women can’t have abortions who is going to stay home and take care of the kids? We need to take care of the mamas, grand-mamas, the babies and support our families! All with excellent healthcare too.
Just click on the image…
“Since 1978, you can earn up to a maximum of 4 credits per year.
Credits are based on your total wages and self-employment income for the year. You might work all year to earn 4 credits, or you might earn enough for all 4 in much less time.
The amount of earnings it takes to earn a credit may change each year. In 2023, you earn 1 Social Security and Medicare credit for every $1,640 in covered earnings each year. You must earn $6,560 to get the maximum 4 credits for the year.
During your lifetime, you might earn more credits than the minimum number you need to be eligible for benefits. These extra credits do not increase your benefit amount. The average of your earnings over your working years, not the total number of credits you earn, determines how much your monthly payment will be when you receive benefits.”
After opening the bathroom drawer up on the Q-Tips box was a large beetle bug. I think we both were surprised. I swooped it up to the ground and got my two sleeping kitty girls. I know this is their favorite pass time going after bugs that enter the house. I am guilty because I’m prejudice on how cats think over the needs of this bug.
As the two girls altered to attention and moved towards the bug it was not a long chase. Seems beetle turned around and pinched one of the girls. End of their engagement. Yet over the week the two kitties did keep beetle bug in the bathroom.
Youngest son and I did some cleaning in the bathroom and did not find beetle bug. So, I put a small plastic container in the bathroom in case the bug showed up.
Beetle bug was there one day in the bottom closet and seemed to be waiting for me. Husband and I caught the bug and put the creature outside on the grass near the rosemary bush.
Hungry as if the beetle bug came upon the biggest smorgasbord in town. Embracing a purple anarchy flower, grass and leaves, this beetle bug’s feast began. Beautiful little beetle bug is now free.
While walking around the block. A break from the rain. I saw a worm halfway across the cement walkway. Knowing about other people walking, dogs and wild things, it seemed like this little creation did not have much of a chance of survival. I often find rolled up ones dried from the heat.
I tried to gently hold the little worm that was very long. He was slimy, grey, and untouchable. So, I grabbed a small leaf and got him and softly put him on the earth near a bush.
The worm slowly moved with all its body’s muscles into the darkness of the earth. Only leaving the tip of a tail. I smiled and touched it saying loudly,
With boundless rapidity the little worm pulled a worm tail into the safety of the dark grassy earth and was gone.
As a late 70s and 1980s female punk natural documentarian and fledgling journalist, I was there to experience it. Often not listened to or marginalized as today. A fish out of water where the early scene was hard to find a female punk who was nice to finding some of the best Hilda and Dee for instance. I made my way regardless as today. Human was someone that seemed to understand this and listened and saw me.
Later when the Facebook thing happened, we found each other again. And his edgy humor dismayed me more than once.
We were communicating about female folk singers of the 1960 and 1970s. I brought up modern words by Jean Shinoda Bolen, “The Goddess is every-woman.” He laughed and said, “What about men are you ignoring men HUD?”
This is when I came up with a. Mr. Fuck “The God is every-fucking-man.” He inspired this. I hope he laughed as much as I. A watercolor doodle. He seemed to like them.
I told him how redundant it was. Hey, we often had heated debates. Later I would get a message from him saying,
“HUD, you know I am not serious; I was just being funny, nothing personal, OK?”
He taught me proper “HUMAN” sarcasm etiquette and that being a woman in the punk scene in the 1980s mattered to many. I embraced equality or androgyny as working together to support a punk scene.
As we all know there was a lot more to Human than a band or a punk scene. He was talented, unique, and suffered as all of us. The world was just better knowing he was here.
If women and men and all those in between and around, don’t fight for their rights, be it small or major world changing … unfortunately there are nut jobs ready to take over the world in a very unfair, crazy, and fascist way. Most of them have lost their ability to discern and hold to a propaganda or support system that is a dark, fear inspired, hate and stupidity blended homogeneous in their coffee coffee. They are drinking it down…
No American woman should be denied access to family planning assistance because of her economic condition.
~ Richard Nixon
Dorothea: What is that?
Abbie: It’s The Raincoats.
Dorothea: Can’t things just be pretty?
Jamie: Pretty music is used to hide how unfair and corrupt society is.
Dorothea: Ah, okay so… they’re not very good, and they know that, right?
Abbie: Yeah, it’s like they’ve got this feeling, and they don’t have any skill, and they don’t want skill, because it’s really interesting what happens when your passion is bigger than the tools you have to deal with it. It creates this energy that’s raw. Isn’t it great?
~ 20th Century Women
When I was growing up my dad would not let us talk politics, religion, or science fiction. We lived in a male dominated world and that was how it was. When the 70’s hit things started to change. When the civil rights movement grasped the main media in the late 1960s and the women’s rights movement in the 1970s, it changed the main media exchange and life became a real lesson on our human rights.
“Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113 (1973), was a landmark decision of the U.S. Supreme Court in which the Court ruled that the Constitution of the United States generally protects a pregnant woman’s liberty to choose to have an abortion.”
As a young lady Planned Parenthood clinics became available to us all over the USA and beyond.
“Planned Parenthood has received federal funding since 1970, when President Richard Nixon signed into law the Family Planning Services and Population Research Act, amending the Public Health Service Act. Title X of that law provides funding for family planning services, including contraception and family planning information. The law had support from both Republicans and Democrats. Nixon described Title X funding as based on the premise that “no American woman should be denied access to family planning assistance because of her economic condition.”
I have a friend who I grew up with who plays by the extreme conservative playbook. Where civil rights and a woman’s rights are changing for the worst. She did not want to have children, so she consciously got sterilized. When I was about 18 after being group raped and then having an abortion, I too almost took that measure. Yet I am glad I did not. I now have two sons that I can’t imagine living life without.
Now in some states she could not have that right to choose, nor I for that matter. God did not strike us down for our decisions.
Yet now she supports a political agenda hurriedly ascending to take away those rights, well it does not make sense.
It is like seeing a big image of Nixon on the back of a stage with Kari Lake foaming at the mouth with her anti humanity propaganda. They don’t make sense. It is absurd.
How do you reason with a drunk dad who is calling you a moron when you want to watch Star Trek.? You can’t.
20th Century Women (2016) was not a big film, but it holds a high degree of foresight about what was coming and is right upon us now, again. It tells a narrative rich and believable and endearing. And yes, I got to work with the production to share a image but it is an image that is endearing to me.
It was my story about being a woman in the late 1970s and how one image was used, and I never got credit for it, until in the ending credits of this awesome film. I could not think of a better way to achieve my goal. Which makes the film so special to me and that I took my two boys to see it when they both were still living at home. A special time to teach my boys about women, civil rights, and the early punk scene. But most importantly about what it is like being a mom.
In conclusion as a mama, punk, one who supports civil rights and a woman’s right to choose, to one who wants national healthcare for all, I just had to set the scene straight… there is something off here in the time we are witnessing, and it is not good.
Dix Denney has passed away so I thought of this tape I did with Flipside Radio and The Weirdos marathon… we were so spoiled… we really are… my heart just aches…. 1984 and before and beyond.
Tape Nine 10/08/84
Weirdo Enjoy the BIG PUNK ROCK 1984
The real deal. This tape was released around 28 fucking years ago. Where a process of recording, organizing, mailing, and airing tapes live turned out to be a very successful project indeed!! Wow!! Projects took some time back in the 1980s. All sent through our post office box. The Flipside post office was a busy place in Whittier California. One little, tiny post office box oversaw a vast number of gifts. which consisted of records, mail, ads, and money. It was like Christmas every day. Then there was the Post Office Master. A lady that I hated at first but who turned out to leave little gifts for us in our ‘po box each Christmas season. She thought we were weird at first with our wild ways but later she became a part of our unofficial crew in her own dependable way.
Enjoy a cameo appearance by Henry Rollins.
(You must trust your eyes you’re not insane)
Live Flipside Video Music with Plain Wrap at the legendary Cathay de Grande. On Track 2…
A reflection on Pluto in Aquarius … prose, experience and the imagination.
“What exactly is a computer chip?
A computer chip is a packaged set of electronic circuits printed onto a thin, circular wafer made of the element silicon, one of the most abundant elements in the earth’s crust. These electronic circuits work with the help of transistors, which serve as tiny switches that turn an electrical current on or off. These operations are the basis for all modern computing.”
“What are the 7 functions of the heart? The heart plays the following roles in the human body:
Pumping oxygenated blood into other body parts. Circulating hormones and other essential substances to different parts of the body. Receiving oxygen-poor blood and pumping it into the lungs for oxygenation, transporting waste products from the body. Maintaining blood pressure.”
The new Prometheus
A computer chip
Our Heart pumps blood.
Life for all.
Frankenstein’s Monster: “By degrees I made a discovery of still greater moment. I found that these people possessed a method of communicating their experience and feelings to one another by articulate sounds. I perceived that the words they spoke sometimes produced pleasure or pain, smiles or sadness, in the minds and countenances of the hearers. This was indeed a godlike science, and I ardently desired to become acquainted with it.”
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
I remember one rainy night when a storm was brewing overhead. My computer was turned off, yet the room lit up as thunder broke close to our car. I stood in the dark room at that moment and witnessed my computer turn on without a password. I saw my husband’s yahoo emails open up and I saw much more before my gaze. I walked over and pulled the plug. It went dark as the room and the storm rumpled past us.
Was it only a surge of electricity that ran through my computer that night? Electricity animates many things and gives life.
“It’s not the love you make. It’s the love you give.” ~ Nikola Tesla
I am studying the astrological effects that Pluto in Aquarius will have on humanity and the world. I read a lot about the underworld, technology, transformation and even the word rebellion.
I think back upon Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s Novel, Frankenstein. I realize the same old idea has haunted me from the get-go. Who’s soul did Frankenstein’s monster have?
A computer chip, a human heart all needs energy or electricity for life. Be it in a story or on the computer I am using now or my heart that is beating.
I remember a dream I had years ago, and I learned in my dream that Pluto Loves Persephone.
All this foresight, astrology and science and I find the word “Love” lacking.
As though electricity flowing through everything is incapable of love?
Maybe we are approaching a time when we see that love is electricity. If we become aware of it as it is flowing into our unconscious and shadowy places, and into those endlessly created computer chips.
I have solved my mystery. The Modern Prometheus is a higher level of love and if electrify is fast, it is also explosive, it is also hot and gives of itself freely.
As the dear Monster observed,
“This was indeed a godlike science, and I ardently desired to become acquainted with it.”
“The electrical stimulus travels down through the conduction pathways and causes the heart’s ventricles to contract and pump out blood. The 2 upper chambers of the heart (atria) are stimulated first and contract for a short period of time before the 2 lower chambers of the heart (ventricles).”
Intellect is so valuable but now comes the time of the heart brain.
I am observing bees outside my window and see that in a way they live the perfect life. They work and collect nectar. They transform it into form and home and community. They can change their sex if need be. This is the best symbol of electricity based on love.
Still the individual bees are important. Still the soul, spirit and psyche are there. To learn and grow.
Dionysos…deep amethyst, crimson and wine-dark red, emerald and lapis…lavish velvets and brocades, the rich fur of a wildcat and the delicate warmth of the flower’s petal…He is the sap that bleeds from the tree and the golden viscosity of the gift of the mother bees—honey.
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne. Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
“I’d rather be a sprat than a mackerel, you can slip through the net It’s set, it also takes one to catch one.”
It is imperative then that a woman brings up the masculine side of her nature, that she learns to love a thing, or an idea, even, though this is primarily a man’s prerogative, and even though her attitude toward the thing or idea will never be his. For however completely she has succeeded in this task, she will care more about the application of the idea than for the idea itself, though she will still call it the idea. So it is, her love finds its way through the thing to the human being back of the thing.
Harding, Esther. The Way of All Women (C. G. Jung Foundation Books Series) (p. 99). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.
I am reading a book, The Astrology of Midlife and Aging by Erin Sullivan. I ordered years ago on my Kindle but forgot yet recently got a paperback copy. It is helping me make this on the “limn,” means edge, experience of turning 65 much better.
All the trash I have to throw away from those companies that what to entrap me in some medicare deals makes me feel like a target for sure.
Thinking of things I love… but might have to let go of.
I am making changes in my life. Seeing what is valuable in life. What to keep and what to let go of. Finding out, it is normal to daydream of the past and remember how things were but also to do a few more modern things as well. Yet my need to be on the cutting edge is about gone from my need or guilt to hang on or somehow feel responsible. I will keep to what inspires me, makes me angry or affirms by position on things.
Funny I decided to order the LA Times paper to get that lovely feeling again of holding a paper and reading it again. I found out that in 5 days that I am allergic to the ink in the paper used.
Tight chest, hard time breathing and feeling drained, and I thought it was Covid-19 again or maybe the old rainy weather. That is ironic to me.
The newsprint / ink thing? I once was addicted to the smell of new ink on newsprint in fanzines and vinyl record covers and inserts. I now know those days are over. Funny how fate can make decisions for you.
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