The Bumblebee Performs Live on Purple Anarchy Flowers.
Yippee-ki-yay!
How do I balance out the conflicts in life? China and the USA Military now near Alaska confronting each other, our own x- USA president indicted repeatedly. Then there is an answer…
Nature is consistent like the Bumblebee who visits the same time every year. I hold in my dislike of big punk festivals galore and settle into the world around me.
Up front and personal. A pint of beer at the local pub and a delicious bowl of Grits.
Creativity and my spirituality. What is the difference between discernment, insight, instinct and fantasy or the big one active imagination. I use all of these, but the best is active imagination.
“An active imagination when a person engages with the ideas in their imagination, using it as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds.
Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. By examining the most evident manifestations of the unconscious mind—dreams—a person can learn how to execute this method on themselves.
It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation. It employs creative imagination as an organ for “perceiving outside your mental boxes.” ~ Analytical psychology
And for me nature always knows when I am doing it… lovely.
The song I created for this is personal but it is from my fantasy and our fantasy is a must if we wonder how the world could be destroyed over computer chips.
We endure the minds of weapons and war!
A catchy tune.
Taiwan produces over 60% of the world’s semiconductors and over 90% of the most advanced ones.
Lynn is here. At the front door of my parents home. 1977
It was at the time I entered the punk scene. I lost Lynn and only saw her once in awhile.
I was becoming one with my punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me throughout the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it. I was socially awkward, wild, and morally uncultivated. I was a perfect product for the Los Angeles punk rock scene because I was someone that the normal culture had completely abandoned. Yet, here I was, welcomed into an underground counterculture.
Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside
currently AT 65
A SONG SPANS OVER 6 GENERATIONS BEFORE AND UNBOUND…
JUST HOW IT GOES FOR ME NOW.
Like the star above me
I know
Because when the sky is bright
Everything’s all right
1967 We were 9.
“Brown Eyed Girl” is a song by Northern Irish singer and songwriter Van Morrison. Written by Morrison and recorded in March 1967 for Bang Records owner and producer Bert Berns, it was released as a single in June of the same year on the Bang label, peaking at No. 10 on the Billboard Hot 100. The song spent a total of sixteen weeks on the chart. It featured the Sweet Inspirations singing back-up vocals and is considered to be Van Morrison’s signature song.[3]
1975 We were 17.
“Daisy Jane” is a song written by Gerry Beckley of the group America included on the 1975 America album Hearts. Issued as that album’s second single — following up the #1 hit “Sister Golden Hair” — “Daisy Jane” reached #20 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming the final Top 20 hit by the original three-member incarnation of America. On the Easy Listening chart, the track reached #4.[1] In Canada the chart peak of “Daisy Jane” was #16 on the Pop singles chart and #2 on the Adult Contemporary chart.
Our parents met at the Canoga drive-in theater in Southern California. Lynn and I were crying like babies usually do. We were both born in 1958. Her in August and I in May.
Lynn lived down the hill. We became best friends and often confronted each other as girls do. Boys, drugs and growing up were usually our issues. She was my nemesis so to say. She had brown eyes, lite brown skin and long dark hair. I was just the opposite with green eyes, white, pink skin and long white, blond hair.
From The Ouija board to underground scary films, we were as wild as the wind together. Like the madly climbing scented eucalyptus and uncontrollable pepper trees that embraced us or sliding down green grass hills on cardboard or riding our bikes to school we were always doing something together.
I went shopping today and two songs came up for reflection.
Both are songs that we loved. It was two generations of growing, playing, and learning about life. I was driving to Ralph’s supermarket and remembered Lynn because it was a day like this in August that I found out about her demise.
Her x-husband was there and was holding tightly the shopping cart. He was holding a cart full of ‘Lynn and his babies.’ Three through artificial insemination and a girl to follow later the natural way. Funny how that works sometimes. I asked how Lynn was. Did he know how she was?
“Didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
“She died from a drug overdose.”
The whole of Ralph’s supermarket went black, and I caught myself falling.
“Are you OK.” He spoke.
“No, I did not know she passed.”
“I guess the kids and I weren’t enough for her?”
I walked away at that point because the kids were a big handful. I know the story about how it did not work out for them, but I did not know Lynn went back to taking drugs.
It was August 2008. She was so wild and had a challenging time growing up. She was an unusually beautiful woman and as her beauty faded it was hard on her.
She just was about to turn 50 years old.
Romance and babies are not an easy thing to manage for any woman. It really does suck sometimes. I can understand her need to break loose a little, but she went too far. She always kind of did.
In the Mediterranean world Dove was related to mother goddess Astarte. Sexual love and fertility. Goddess Aphrodite – love, and Eirene – Peace.
In fact, pigeons live on every continent except Antarctica. However, seeing a white pigeon is rare even as only 1 % are all white. The White Albino Pigeon has special symbolic meaning for people all around the world.
July 30/23 Waxing Gibbous Full Moon Tomorrow.
Tonight about 7:30 PM I went out for a short swim to cool off. The sun was hot and up closer to the west of the horizon.
I saw a new bird high on the telephone wire. One I had not viewed before. The bird was intensely white and had a soft aura about it. I thought it was larger than a dove or pigeon. Yet with a small, charming head and beak.
Slowly this bird came closer and closer as my body was covered in water up to my head. A few times this bird flew over me and around me. It landed on the pool side table’s umbrella. Then flew down on the ground across the pool from me.
Walking around the pool closer to me. It pulled its head down to take a drink of water from the small Jacuzzi. I was standing very calmly in the water and saw that this bird had very black eyes and moved its head round as eyes were blinking. Seemed to me a kind of Morse Code. Staring at me for long moments of time.
Looking this way and that way expecting movement from any variable possible before flight if necessary. Here in the same parallel line, I found a praying mantis exoskeleton floating on the tip of the water.
We spent a good 30 minutes this way and the white bird flew up on a telephone line. I watched and waited until the white albino peace bird was out of sight from my view. An amazing experience, incredibly special and very overwhelming.
I’ve lived here 24 years, and this is the first time this beautiful creature, with golden leg bracelets, ever visited me. A focused bird, unafraid and deliberate. Not showing interest in the ravens’ food or songbirds’ water bath.
“Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl Gustav Jung believed in our unconscious communicating with our conscious through symbols. Birds play a huge part in this archetypal symbolism as they represent the space of air, and this is a bridge between the human and spirit world.”
– general in-depth perception… open to interpretation!
The White Birds
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew dabbled, the lily and rose; Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam:
I and you! I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more; Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
-WB Yeats
The “Danaan Shore” refers to Tier-nan-Oge (Gaelic), an imaginary land where mortals live as long as do fairies. Danu was the queen of the fairies that inhabited this land. Yeats interpreted Gonne’s wish to become a seagull as a wish for freedom from sorrow and time.
Yes I do not like everything she has done but I do like how she has stood up for abused women …. People can make right moves !
How ironical !?
Will she read the list in the House without facing legal action? I hope so, as many wealthy and powerful men will have there names disclosed.
“Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win.”
Get a nice T-Shirt… just click on the image…
A theme I was thinking upon years ago .. something beyond politics… women working together!
Marjorie Taylor Greene Rebuked for Displaying Nude Photos of Hunter Biden at Hearing.
Greene was born in Milledgeville, Georgia, on May 27, 1974, the daughter of Robert Taylor.
She graduated from South Forsyth High School in Cumming, Georgia in 1992, and the University of Georgia with a Bachelor of Business Administration in 1996.
Perry Greene (m. 1995; div. 2022).
In September 2020, Greene wrote on Twitter that “children should not wear masks”, calling recommendations by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and other public health officials “unhealthy for their psychological, emotional, and educational growth” and “emasculating” for boys.
She called restrictions imposed in the U.S. Capitol in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, including face mask requirements, “tyrannical control” by Democrats.
These asteroid Goddesses are positive parts of our female psyches. Health, strength, and the ability to fight for the integrity of all life. The right to choose. A right to justice and equality. A rich part of history and mythology which shine through us all.
Focusing on libido as psychic energy flowing with the energy of desire, will, interest and passion and tempered with love is how this warrior walks the footpath with Mars. Directed by the authority of power named as justice and equality.
Reflection is a time for me now, a moment of contemplation where I delve into the experiences that have shaped my understanding of the world.
This was a transformative period in 2007, where I learned a great deal about culture and diversity, enriching my perspective and understanding of different ways of life.
I discovered that even here, in our shared human experience, we must strive to find balance amid the chaos, recognizing that we can discern the light in the darkness that often surrounds us.
Walking away from the darkness, I embraced the journey of seeking more light and love, understanding that it is through this pursuit that we can connect with others on a deeper level and foster a sense of unity in our diverse world. Each step taken towards positivity reinforces the strength of community and the beauty that lies within our differences.
As the nice Sikh man taught me,
“Put your hands together, palm to palm. Now place before your nose. Then bow your head saying, “The light in me greets the light in thee.”
The early 2000s were driving achieving time of university and programs. A whirlwind of religiosity and esoteric studies that often clashed between a diversity of scriptures and the interpretation thereof, between faith and loyalty. It was a quickening of a few years that only happens a few times in one’s life.
My youth was gone; I was married again and had two young boys under my care. My life was full of a husband, school days for my sons and myself. I learned to drive the 10 freeway at night from Topanga Canyon to the San Fernando Valley.
I studied on Mount Saint Mary’s campus in Los Angeles. A beautiful campus filled with a type of religiosity, culture, and history. I had dived deeply into religious studies. I learned to reflect and discern religious commentary and diversity. I had goals to get somewhere for myself and my family.
Yet I got stuck in the spider’s web of a type of religious fundamentalism that I naturally repelled.
Ecumenical Christianity led me down the broader path of interfaith and this is where I found Religions for Peace. I enrolled for this summer program and was accepted.
A United Nations program bringing religions together from all over the world. I met with the current chaplain of the United Nations who was very balanced in her faith. I was considering becoming a chaplain myself.
I applied to Children’s Hospital of Los Angeles. Yet was not accepted due to my belief in reincarnation and other broader interfaith views.
The Religions for Peace was a vacation away from my family for two weeks.
It was in Kansas City, Kansas. We stayed in an old church with bedrooms, cafeteria, and large rooms for presentations. We visited a variety of churches, temples, and synagogues. We were served traditional cultural meals that were amazing.
As a representative for the United Nations, it was an overwhelming honor, more than I deserved.
Remarkably at one gathering we were served Indian food. Large tables were set up for over five hundred people. Dancers on stage performed for us. Large tall containers of warm milk and tea were in site. The two were blended to make the most delicious cup I have ever had. A type of Chi-Tea.
In contrast the poverty around the building where we stayed was sadly overlooked. I took a walk to a local Mexican restaurant a couple times to see where I was, since I had never been there before.
The plane ride there and back was like a dream.
I missed my family so much. I had long nights of fever and wild dreams.
One of the young ladies who was representing the Jewish Tradition was wearing an owl shirt. To be friendly I tried talking to her,
“How nice.”
“Oh, this I got it at Target,”
She said quickly and turned away.
That night after a large group talk presentation about diversity, religion and how some faiths or race religions suffered. I remember the Chief who came to talk about diversity of his faith entered one of my dreams with some wise words later that night.
I saw him outside my window calling me to come fly away with him and owl.
The Chief said,
“Holly come to the window,”
I saw him yet could not respond in deep sleep.
It was the most challenging time of my life. These people were so serious and professional. I learned something new. Which was the Sikh religion. It was the only real gem I took home with me.
“Sikhism advocates equality, social justice, service to humanity, and tolerance for other religions. The essential message of Sikhism is always spiritual devotion and reverence of God while practicing the ideals of honesty, compassion, humility, and generosity in everyday life.”
I left early because I couldn’t handle the pressure and rudeness there, which seemed to permeate every interaction, leaving me feeling increasingly overwhelmed. What I did not understand at the time was how deeply ingrained the dynamics of the environment where, as it became clear that there was a thread of power plays running through the conversations and unspoken rules.
These subtle manipulations created an atmosphere where trust was scarce, and I often found myself questioning the motives of those around me, ultimately leading to my decision to retreat from such a toxic setting for my own peace and mental well-being. A strange irony. I was naive too then.
I had a sad feeling that this was not a place for me. I needed to fly away with owl. I came home a few days early. I guess the Chief was telling me something.
Looking back, I cherish the friends I made there! I wish I could have documented the experience better. More pictures, places, and dates. When I got back to university, I was shunned for taking a step away from my program.
This was around the time when the local Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles child abuse cases had just broken in the news. So, I left the master’s program.
Though I have pulled back on entering Film Festivals, it got too expensive, this was one of my favorites so far. It was so exciting to be acknowledged and get the Los Angeles Flipside Narrative out into the world.
I am proud of what I have accomplished for Flipside Fanzine’s narrative. Books, documentaries, pages, and sites.
My goal is very much completed and many of the items have been released into the world. Even T-shirts and other things as fun merchandising as DIY as I can be.
The intimacy I share is for me the best part of punk rock. A scene, music and a bunch of youths growing up into something that has inverted back into what we rebelled against in the first place.
So, my projects hold-up a time when being seen was a good thing, getting lost in a crowd was a sad thing. When bands and fans were one yet all unique at the same time. We all had a voice too.
How much has changed? Small shows can still be found. But the three-band deal are kind of gone.
Anyway, no projects on the back burner now… I am just drifting.
“TOO DRUNK TO WATCH” Punkfilmfest Berlin has updated the Judging Status of your submission Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. to Selected.
In the belly of summer is not my favorite place to be. Yet a sparkle of accomplishment shines and I am happy for this acknowledgement.
I worked hard on telling the creation story of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. It holds a nutshell of honesty and how it was once. Fanzines helped the growing punk scene. The players who did it are just as important in the scheme of things.
A waiting game and it feels great. Berlin … wow.
#punkfilmfestberlin
A few years ago, I went to a local synagogue for an art event. An artist was giving a lecture on creation stories and art. I was amazed at the insight and reflection in his presentation, but it was how he finished his talk with our own personal creation story. He said,
“We can all render our own creation story as a painting, a poem… there are endless ways to tell a narrative of your life.”
I thought about my tenure as publisher, owner, editor of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I was vague on the actual creation story for this fanzine.
Then it hit me hard to tell this narrative. So, I gathered the original staff, as many as could address the issue. X-8 declined which was sad to me for he was the actual creator of this fanzine. Al is not interested and seems he has fallen off the edge of the world. Pooch and Pete gave me a run around.
Al and I came up with a system that worked for us. You can ask someone once or twice to do something but never a third time…
“Just ain’t going to happen,”
We did it ourselves or someone else would jump in. That is how it was done.
This is how it was still done. Larry, Tory, and Mr. Tony were there to do it. Even Mike Ness was up for an interview. As we are old time buddies. Yet he did not pass the test… so I had to move forward.
I am very happy with what came forward with three honest great storytellers of the highest order in my mind. How grateful I am for a solid Los Angeles Flipside Creation Story.
I did a little research while in the process of achieving these interviews and how I presented them.
A little advice from my protagonist Michael Moore and even a tidbit from my nemesis the Rollins of Henry.
I read that Michael said you begin with what you have around you and Henry said, once in a documentary, that a lot of us did not keep or preserve our stuff and that upset him.
I started this narrative creation story with Michale’s advice, and I was happy to disappoint Henry with a positive to his negative. I have a lot of preserved stuff from my days as a fanatical fanzine journalist.
Hallelujah.
The details are not as important but I worked with Zoom, Adobe Premier Pro, and the many other little willy-nilly of doing it DIY and learning as you go.
As I say it not the best or the worst, creation narrative or Epeisodion yet it does tell a story…. Flipside Fanzine is all in the voice of a punk, band member or artist or the old dame sitting at the edge of the pub surfing her stool, like me!
Mission complete.
— with Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Old people speaking their minds.
To me Punk Rock is all about experience. It is the effort put forward telling others a piece of your mind. A voice in the wilderness. A rebellion of sorts. That is rock & roll. A song that eternally endures. Yet as writers that is what we do. And as I get older, I have a great need to reflect and write. So be it.
Funny how the ideal of punk rock merged with do it yourself. That is how it was done because no one else was interested, so you learned as you went.
The thrill and intimacy of this is beyond words. Creativity was challenged daily, and frustration was at times like a wave crashing on my head.
The process and thought forms both materialized into a product.
Once a promoter connected with me and said I can promote your work. For $10, 000 only. He said he had all the connections to make it happen.
I looked to other publishers to make it happen for my books too.
Then I found myself in disbelief at the greed and disrespect for my work.
Or I was just ignored. That happens a lot now when you think you are competing with the big labels, promoters, and other corporate monsters. Some but not all are unscrupulous though.
I find working with a couple of big film companies the nicest of the bunch. They talked clearly and had contracts to sign. Yet it was only an image or two I was sharing on my terms.
I still do it myself as I did back in 1979. I went back to that calling in me. My goals are to express myself and popularity is never something I focus on.
Yet speaking up as someone who knows the narrative.
I am proud of all my work presented here. More autobiographical but at Angela Lansbury,
Jessica Fletcher, said,
“Autobiographies are a good place to start with writing.”
I would like to be in the same situation she was in. Travel and visit with other writers and journalists. Give talks and critique and help others along the way. Yet I am not the social animal her character is. Yet that is what would be fun.
After making it through melanoma cancer and after my computer died … we are all back and I just wanted to have some fun here… at the liminality of life that I often write about if you notice is a strange place to come back from … yet this time of the year Spring into Summer often is for me. Yet this was a dark one.
I found it is the things we create and people and places that visit often during this time that made my life much more bearable.
Sitting in a bedroom, converted into an office, has been bliss for me as I join the past into the present. The cat hairs, the bumble bees outside and a Tuesday are amazing to me.
As well as the technology to be creative is the process… a place that is my favorite place to me.
My memory of Day of the dead symbolic once was. November 1, 2025
Punk COLLEAGUE, historian & Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
MIA is a Flipside Records Band too! After the Fact (LP, 1987, Flipside Records) and Flipside Vinyl Fanzine Vol. 2 (1985) includes “Just A Dream” 😸
I am not a fanatic who goes to all the shows like I once did. I stay a foot online watching the vast array of shows and festivals that explode especially this time of the year. I am in recovery and could not even go to one right now. I do get some level of enjoyment viewing posts and pictures. I am not very ‘love- lost’ as I think I would have been in the 1980s.
Like when The Specials played at the Whisky A GO GO where earlier I did follow their tour and interviewed them. They got so big that we couldn’t get on the list or in the show. I cried like a baby outside, yet we found another show to go to that night.
I felt an obligation to attend my favorite bands.
Also, it was a tight scene back then, the bands and the fans had a tight connection. I will not go into the symbiotic relationship we all had once…those days are long gone.
This Friday the 16th has been a blur in my eye. I know I was invited to two shows and smaller venues in the middle of June. Then it came to a clear view today. Someone reminded me of the date and then it became clear.
I can’t think of the last time I was stared down and asked to be on a guest list, or two for that matter, but on the same day, which is simply happy weird. I admit I was once very spoiled! Free shows, records galore endlessly!
Just what I needed to raise my spirits which have been low due to recovering from melanoma cancer surgery. Yet as an old’ punker band gal I am very thrilled to feel this need again, like I felt back in the day.
That value we all shared. Those that did things for a punk scene and all kinds of bands in general. Promoting and sharing in friendship that still endures after all these years.
Even though I can’t go to either I am feeling my good oats today. I like how so many generations of bands are crossing over and playing. It is wild. A musical smorgasbord. Thanks to Flipside Fanzine, a fanzine that made its mark in the scheme of things. I am lucky for that rag.
Montclair is a city in the Pomona Valley
The Canyon Club
Pure Prairie League
Opening Sets by Chris Timbers & Eileen Carey
Thanks, Joey Alkes, for inviting me.
Corbin Bowl
M.I.A. (LV/OC punk), Roman’s Weirdos, Public Nuisance, The Mormons
“Amie” is a song by the American country rock group Pure Prairie League. The song initially appeared on the band’s 1972 album, Bustin’ Out. It was subsequently released as a single in 1975, after it gained popularity as an album cut.
I was young and this song hit me as i moved from middle school to high school. Always was a song of movement to me and about all those guys along the way (lots of them). Yet now it is a dancing in my square room song. So good.
1984 Punk anthem songs..
How many times did I go to see MIA play these songs live… well bunches of times pure bliss.
The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing- Letter to Politicians
Dear Whomever,
I hope this letter finds you well, I want to thank you for your service to all the communities you serve. Thank you for all the thoughtful work you do for “We the People.”
“I believe in the equality of man; and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow-creatures happy.”
~Thomas Paine
“One arrow can be easily broken. But when five arrows be bound together, they become strong. As the five arrows are strongly bound together with our ways and customs and this shall symbolize that the five nations are united; we are of One Mind.”
~ Peacemaker to the Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, and Seneca
Thomas Paine and the Great Peacemaker both are an echo of the best of our country and as creative souls inspire us always to the pursuit of happiness.
We have all made it through trying times and we can all help each other together now. My service is to make “my fellow-creatures happy” and it is my goal to help all of us realize “We are of One Mind.”
As an older woman who has a small publishing company, I serve my tribe and or community as a creative soul. Help me to do good!
Be Well,
Hudley Flipside
THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS PUBLISHING
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As Thomas Paine said, “The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.”
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I was thinking about what is left over from work done or from one’s own experience. This reflection often leads me to reminisce about a vivid scene from the Musical Film Paint Your Wagon, where a clever scheme is devised to gather all the gold that inevitably falls beneath the bars and saloons.
In this bustling world of miners, many suffer the unfortunate fate of losing their precious gold dust in the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. The image of them unknowingly parting with their hard-earned riches is striking, emphasizing how easy it is to overlook valuable aspects of our own experiences and endeavors.
It raises intriguing questions about the opportunities we may be missing, the hidden gold beneath the surface that we often disregard or take for granted. This clever scheme not only serves as a means to accumulate wealth but also a reminder that sometimes prosperity is found in the forgotten corners of our lives, a smart way to get rich or collect from what is unknowingly or unsparingly left behind.
That is what it is like for me now as I gather my Flipside Fanzine gold that is dissected all over the place. I know I will never get rich from my gossamer shining memories or documentation of a scene during my youthful rebellion, but it seems to go on shimmering everywhere. It has a real story and narrative that I still gather.
I cannot put back together the vein of gold enduring as a solid experience that was documented but I can try and show my story, the Flipside Fanzine story, as it happened, and this is important to me. I can be a magnet pulling the gold of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine towards me and alchemize the authentic narrative to share. A richness like gold that will endure.
Republished by his Great Grand-daughter Holly Duval Cornell / Hudley Flipside.
The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing
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Wheal Gramper: Known as ‘wheals’ (Cornish for work/working) the instantly recognizable engine houses of the tin and copper mines sit near mine shafts, and there are over 200 of them dotted around the UNESCO Cornish Mining World Heritage Site
Republished by his Great Granddaughter Holly Duval Cornell / Hudley Flipside.
This book has been with me since I was a child. It was passed on to me by my mother. She received it from her family. It is my maternal great grandfather’s story.
When I first saw it, my mother told me a few things. Her grandfather was a minister from England. She did not know if he was Cornish, Welsh, English, or Scotch-Irish. Who listens much as a kid?
As I got older and wiser and really took a look at the undercurrent of this narrative. Modest that it is, I have come to say it holds a bright gem of Cornish Character. A rich narrative about Cornwall England during the years of mining and changing religiosity. The central point being Redruth, Cornwall England.
This narrative has a light rich touch as the Cornish slang within the story. Written by my great grandfather who tells a moral story valuable to understand and fruitful in human experience.
I have since come to find through my own research and study that Howard Watson was in fact a Methodist Minister who lived in Cornwall England.
After this book was published, he and his family came to the United States and traveled up the Mississippi on a steamboat to the Dakota Territory. He entered a blend of lawlessness, slavery, and growing law and order. He came at a time of planted towns, trains, and the creation of barbed wire. The Buffaloes were almost gone. A shifting time in our American wild west.
Yet this book is a story about characters before this. Cornwall, England is almost like an Island and so rich in ancient history. My eyes are opening to a time that amazes me. A place that supplied the industrial revolution where the Cornish people ‘mined’ for what was needed.
My goal here is to republish this book for my own satisfaction. My great grandfather is preaching to me and the once twinkle in his eyes has passed on to twinkles in mine. His whispers are real as well as his story about a place and time, in Cornish history.
I have added a glossary at the end as well as my own illustrations to enhance the overall narrative. I hope my great grandfather will appreciate my style of art.
Waiting for sentinel lymph node biopsy with lymphoscintigraphy surgery is like being in purgatory. Two weeks of not knowing if there is nothing to be concerned about or on to the next stage of removing cancer. It is a time of waiting and not knowing that can get on one’s nerves.
Yet isn’t this a small motif of our lives, of the overall variables and possibilities of living from day to day?
Where we come from and where we are going is the larger question, yet it is a constant in our lives. We have to trust that the earth will turn, and the sun will rise and so forth.
Knowing this is very comforting to me.
Waiting for surgery is a small motif of waiting for death. It will come someday but we just don’t know when. So, I will live my waiting like I live my life. Trusting the mystery of life, trusting my surgery and hopeful that all will be alright, feeling alright!
It is intense at times; at times all of my breath leaves me. A thread of darkness comes forth to taunt me. Depression or grieving is like that. It does not last long and as William Blake might have said,
“I look for the angels in my life to brighten my day.” One day at a time.
So, I go wondering and look to the wisdom of my Jungian Red Book and Black Books. They cross reference well.
“You know that the name one bears means a lot. You also know that one often gives the sick new names to heal them. Your name is your essence.”
Page 282. (Liber Secundus.)
The Healing of Izdubar by Carl Jung from his Red Book
“The nations will see your righteousness, and all kings your glory; you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the LORD will bestow. You will be a crown of splendor in the LORD’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God. No longer will they call you deserted or name your land desolate.”
~ Isaiah 62:1
Both of the above quotes come from a narrative from both Carl Jung’s Red Book & Black Book Vol. 3.
It is about the sun god Izdubar.
It is about an egg, fire and being healed.
It is from Jung’s psyche that leads me on an interesting journey about something to do with my skin cancer.
So, I am guided back to religious text and ancient narratives that may help me endure what I am going through right now. A new name? A healing name? My animus?
“…from the depths to the heights-hovering around myself amidst fiery glowing clouds-as raining embers beating down like the foam of the surf, engulfing myself in stifling heat- suddenly, once again, blazing up glowing white-embracing and rejecting myself in an enormous game.
I don’t know if I will get to all 11 from my catalog but at least I got to two more. From the original catalog I did in the 1980s. I wanted fans to at least get an organized sense of what we had to offer. I find it delightfully youthful and fanatical as a 65-year-old woman to read these. We were all into the punk scene and loved it madly. I was about 25 when I made this up.
A blast from the past… read with a magnifying glass.
Just having some fun reading over this. It was written back in the 1980s when I felt the need to make the things we were selling understandable in my rude punk way. It was not easy being a female punk around bands, records collectors and all the people who were tough as gram crackers. I am sure pissing off others was not something I tried to do but most likely did. Yet I was the nicer one most times.
I still have the original and it is falling apart so I have it now in a video I made up.
I like going over and keeping my mind fresh on these memories. I am amazed at how many shows I went to. It overwhelms me now as it did then but it was all documented so that makes it nicer still.
I am not a professional actor so reading this was hard to do but I like the cockiness of it.
I was well trained and initiated in the art of one “who caused considerable trouble.”
All Flipside persons’ are… and that is just how it goes.
~ Hudley
Documenting what has already been documented…. as a original source person who was there doing the documenting … as a girl.
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