Beer and Burlesque

Burlesque is a literary, dramatic or musical work intended to cause laughter by caricaturing the manner or spirit of serious works, or by ludicrous treatment of their subjects. The word derives from the Italian burlesco, which itself derives from the Italian burla – a joke, ridicule or mockery

Making lunch for my husband  and older son one summer day I announced,

“I want to take five weeks off and learn Burlesque !”

“All right , that would be great to get you out of here” said my son.

My husband was silent and seemed perplexed but calm.  I went on to tell them about a program in Seattle Washington that teaches Burlesque. It is for all ages. I began to tell the history of the Burlesque and about Vaudeville. We happened to be watching  Gypsy the 1962 musical. This film is  about the famous Burlesque star Gypsy Rose Lee. They walked in on me and the film before lunch.

“I really don’t walk to hear this” said my son a couple of times.

So he went into the computer room to Skype out with his game-scary fiends.  I then continued to talk telling my husband that as an older woman of fifty-four I think it would be curious to get in touch with that fun and sexy side of myself again.

“Five weeks… is too long” he said.

I said with a convincing  voice and with great  concern,

“As a woman gets older she becomes invisible. She is not a maiden anymore and definitely not a grandmother-old-woman yet, and because I only have a wee bit of estrogen in my left toe, I think it would be fun to get those female juices going again?”

“But five weeks” he said again.

I then went on to tell him that after I learn the art of Burlesque  wouldn’t it be fun to open a small Burlesque house. We could have a bar that serves local micro brewery beers and maybe even food.

“Hell, we could have bands play and bring back Vaudeville. We could ask comedians and acts to perform as well!!” I yelled!

Then the twenty year old son yelled from the computer room,

“Why would you want to make a fool of yourself like that, you are insane, but getting you away from here for some time would be great.”

“Five weeks.. is a long time” said my husband for the third and last time.

Silence fell on the topic as my husband and I finished watching the film Gypsy. I then said with passion,

“Ya see it is fun and they just tease. These women are interesting  they are not slimy strippers that take all their clothes off  in a degrading way.  It is an art form… it is Burlesque. In a way it is making fun of all that in a creative way.”

The conversation stopped but I was still dreaming  and thinking how fun it could be. I then whispered with a giggle and sly grin,

“Beer and Burlesque sounds good  to me!!”

Two Praying Mantis non-fiction short stories.The Gossamer White Praying Mantis and The Crystal Bowl:

Watercolor Praying Mantis Mandula by Hudley
Watercolor Praying Mantis Mandula by Hudley

Gossamer White Praying Mantis

A dream:  In this dream I came upon my cat Flash tying to jump up to capture and then eat a big beautiful white Praying Mantis. She was resting on some crawling rosemary in front of the house. I was focused when the Praying Mantis spoke to me,

“Do not be concerned with me and what the cat is doing!” I was concerned because I witnessed the eating of a few Praying Mantis the past summer. “I am a huntress too!” She whispered to me. “We both hunt for food and that is a wild part of our nature.”

I then realized the truth of what she said. She was not afraid of my cat nor was she afraid of death. “I know your cat. He has been hunting in this garden for many seasons, as my family has. Didn’t you see one of my babies eat a butterfly?”

I had to agree with her and I was not pleased with that.

Then a breeze blew on us and she spread her white gossamer wings and flew away. I awoke remembering this dream.

 

The Crystal Bowl

When we first moved into to our house I was amazed how the pesticides used created such an imbalance with the insects, birds, and animal in our garden.  It took me many years to reach a balance there that I have today. We once had an avalanche of crickets and black widows galore. Yet with time I befriended the Praying Mantis. This is a short story about my first encounter with a Praying Mantis. The Mantis has helped in the balance of our garden without pesticides.

One day while dusting the house, I dusted a big crystal bowl on the kitchen table. It was usually filled with fruit and vegetables. I looked outside the French widows and saw a big golden Praying Mantis resting on a white plastic chair.  She was gazing in the house at me.  Every day throughout the summer Praying Mantis would come to visit on the chair. I did not know the focus of this Mantis’s gaze. I thought maybe me. I soon found out what it was. A few weeks later I dusted the crystal bowl and reached behind it. I heard a loud screaming shriek. Looking with amazement I found a Praying Mantis there. I looked around and saw that the door was open from the back garden. She came into the house to be near the crystal bowl.  The light of the multifaceted crystal must have fascinated this Mantis.  This is only the beginning of my many experiences with the Praying Mantis from my garden.  I think our life together, on this planet, is about nature and the changing seasons.  She shows me the cycles of life, death and rebirth and affirms that I have nothing to fear!

The Haunting Flash Mystery

It was a late spring night leading to the hot nights of summer. Sunday at BJ’s got the old appetite going just right. Arriving at 10 pm seemed like an easy sitting for some food and a few beers, yet this was not the case. We were handed a restaurant blinker and the wait began. We went outside to wait under the night sky sitting on the red brick. We watched women in their stilettos, young men and their dates, groups of computer nerd men and happy families coming and going from the late night pub. This evening something strange happened. I did something I usually do not do. I started to scan the hotel Hilton a couple of parking lots across the way.  I would say this Hilton is a 20 story high Hotel. Some nagging thoughts came to mind,

“Look at the lights in the rooms” and “I wonder if I could see any people in these rooms?”

As I scanned the now black and white hotel I realized how the rooms looked fairly empty. Some curtains were drawn and some open, a few lights on.  Then one room pulled me in as a focus magnet. It grabbed me in. I could hear my family talking besides me. Yet, time blurred and I felt time slow down as well. In my view was a large big screen TV monitor which was the size of the hotel room. It was unique and the image was set back but I could tell what it was. The image was the movement of soft hues of blue and it was moving around and around in the dark room. I thought to myself,

“How strange it is to see this, There are not any other room like this one!”

Flash. I saw a flash. This flash lit up the room like an electrical storm, and then I saw the flash again and again go off.  My senses were on edge and my focus was even pulled deeper not knowing at first what pulled me like water down a drain into this drama that was unfolding before my eyes. My over curious mind told me,

“I know that light, it is the flash from a camera, and it is quick and bright and blinding.”

Seconds later the lights in the room were turned on and I viewed the back of a man. No one else was in the room that I could see. He had on a white shirt with long sleeves, a black tie  and he had black hair, wavy black hair. He was a husky man. The room was still dimly lit. Then he took some more shots with his camera. It looked like he was taking his pictures on his camera towards the large TV screen from different angles.  The light from the room went off completely in moments. He continued to take more shots with his camera. Then it stopped.  I was slightly aware of talking next to me again and of people coming and going around me. I clearly said to myself,

“This is so strange and I feel awkward about this, why am I continuing to stare?”

In another moments time he took another picture in the dark. It flashed and lit up the room. I noticed him clearly behind the flash of the camera. He was taking the shot in the direction towards the outside of the hotel room. I woke up and my mind yelled,

“What? He has turned around and is taking pictures from his hotel room of this town, of this restaurant?”

I was shocked like the electric flash of his camera.

“Has he caught me looking at him? Is he communicating to me by flashing his camera my direction?”

The room was far enough away and high enough  not to catch my gaze from the inside of a hotel room. Yet in my mind I was thinking,

“Oh my, he has sensed me, he found my interest. Why is he taking these pictures, of whom is he capturing in his camera in the room? I see no one else there?”

I did not want to watch anymore so I slowly with great strength moved my stare away from the room. I noticed from my peripheral vision that the flash went off a few more times, and as my gaze stopped so did the flashes. The room faded and the restaurant’s blinker went off.  Our time had come to go into the restaurant. We waited only 10 minutes, but my heart was racing from this awkward experience as we walked into BJ’s. The black and white of the night died to the warm bright colors of the pub inside and as I took my first drink of beer I let my paranoid thoughts melt away.

“Will he be waiting for us when we leave; was I a witness to something unspeakable or on the edge of the diabolical?

Unpublished Works@ Hudley Flipside June 2012

Cerridwen & the Cauldron of Cerridwen

http://goddessschool.com/projects/rowenalafae/Cerridwen.html
Maxfield Parrish

 

Her name has come up here and there over the last few days. I am happy to have found her. So many elements to her ways ring true to me. Poetry, the underworld , the cauldron, love-death-rebirth, maiden-mother-crone-… I am very in tune with her and she seems to know me better that I do her. As I am wandering through the dark forest of menopause. I am transforming and changing, stretching and aching. I have reached the second return of Saturn. I am 54 and I am at that place of the mystery of women.  Passing the tests of time of experience, of knowledge~ maybe too I have passed her tests. I hope so. It is not so lonely now. I am ready for story telling, sharing and learning. She is calling me… all women..!

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Current Events: Lawmakers to start moving budget through Legislature

“Brown and Democratic lawmakers are in agreement on the approach to the tax plan, which would temporary raise the sales tax levels on the state’s tax and levels on the state’s wealthiest residents. They assume more than $8 billion in revenue from those taxes and anticipate extra cuts of more than $6 billion, mostly from K-12 education, if the taxes are rejected. “

~ Chris Megerian The Los Angels Times

Here we go money talk, I was thinking about how much money these same wealthiest people recently made in donations  to presidential campaign here in California. We are talking big bucks. I have grown sick hearing from people who say “no taxes” and government rip offs. In the above statement  it clearly shows me how the government has to force people to do what is right for the children of this state. Without taxes forced on them there is no money to educate our children. I am sorry but big business and the wealthiest people would not do it any other way. A governments most important element in its power, is in its service to the people. Also to the maintenance of what is created by the people. When these services are cut or put on the lowest part of the totem pole, it is sad. Welfare, healthcare and college financial aid must never even be considered in the equation game of government cuts. These services should be held high as a responsibility by us as the people to uphold and protect over anything else. Any sane person running for the presidency would take that campaign money and give it back right now to the states that gifted it to them. They would say, “Here this is for the people… this is for K-12”. Now, that is the candidate I would vote for. We are not taking sanity anymore..

I see that government is like a fine membrane. It’s function is to protect and serve the people. Kind of like a cell membrane, when healthy all is as it should be to sustain life. Yet, when cancer strikes ‘it is what it is’ and Wall Street is not interested in serving the kids or the people or paying for cancer treatments but it does not have to be this way.

~ Seminary of the Praying Mantis : Nature Politics

Fibonacci Poem # 2

wind 
cool upon 
me on my 
neck embrace around me flowing
clean from the wide French door from the 
outdoors windy trees dancing shadows from the clouds moving blowing round forward coolness 
beauty tickle me nature call me wind upon my nape around my body pull my mind towards your intelligent feelings of nature.

1950- 2012 on the Snake

Five Generations of the snake

That leads to the sea

Today I took that snake

To the sea

The smell of the salt

To grandmother’s house

The Hippies, incense and candles

As they hitchhiked to their utopia

Near Mulholland

The lonelier days of hitching rides

High as a kite on the road

The old VW bug

Where I nearly died after

Coming home from the snake

Body separating from its chasey

On Dumetz and Canoga

Hey ho with the Red Hot Chili Peppers

As we drive the

Labyrinth of pacific coast highway

Side streets viewing the vast pacific ocean

Listening to 1979[i] form the 1990’s

On the CD

But now making

Memories with my son

Cause we like to party[ii]

On the long snake

Garage sales and antiques

And our first sporting view of

The wild purple lupine of spring.


[i] The Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

[ii] Bas Ass Mother Fuckers Band

The Snake is the wild Topanga Canyon BLVD CA.

 by Hudley

My kids like the Smashing Pumpkins… I use to throw pumpkins at the the band… yet it is a strange truth to this story… that does describe that early time… 1979… to the young nobody punks that no one fucking cared about… !! I  remember you all…