Category Archives: “In the beginning there was a void except for the written word.” The Avengers (Band)

Published works on the internet by Hudley Flipside anything else the sources will be quoted.

elegance of a good heart

After a while he returned. In his hands he had the A-B-C book for his son, but the old coat was gone. The poor fellow was in his shirt sleeves and the day was cold. “Where’s your coat, Father?” “I have sold it.” “Why did you sell your coat?” “It was too warm.” Pinocchio understood the answer in a twinkling, and, unable to restrain his tears, he jumped on his father’s neck and kissed him over and over. ~ Carlo Collodi: The Adventures of Pinocchio, CHAPTER 8


o often I read about people blaming politics, religion or even science for the problems in our world.

Guns, bombs, or kamikaze warriors. Conservative radicals or self-righteous scientists.

Yet I think the real problem is our conscience. When we rely on religion, politics, or science to tell us what our conscience should be, we need to realize it is not our true conscience that dictates our decisions to act this way or that. It is an established doctrine instead that tells us what our conscience must or should  be.

I think a good conscience and consciousness go hand in hand. They hopefully evolve in us equally. Yet, both can be blocked by conditioning on our thinking.

Opinions of others can influence us. Righteous literalism can make us guilty and sternly accountable. Dogma can lead us to high hypocritical moral grounds.

What I am getting at is the concept, which I feel, that everything has consciousness. Out of all the living things I think modern human beings has lost this knowledge or elegance. The ability to see this.  I see that the cosmos has a higher consciousness. The cosmos is aware of us and has a good conscience.

Profoundly subtle and so precise.

“A conscience is that still small voice that people won’t listen to.” ~ Crickets advice to Pinocchio ― Carlo Collodi, Pinocchio


When You Wish Upon a Star” is a song written by Leigh Harline and Ned Washington for Walt Disney‘s 1940 adaptation of Pinocchio.[1] The original version was sung by Cliff Edwards in the character of Jiminy Cricket,[1] and is heard over the opening credits and in the final scene of the film.  Edwards recorded another version in 1940 for an American Decca Records “cover version” of the score of Pinocchio, conducted by Victor Young and featuring soprano Julietta Novis and The King’s Men. It was first released on a 4-record 78-RPM album set.


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Age a Gift to us…

“In the creative process. Maintain your artistic tenacity and courage despite any criticism disapproval, or influence of social prejudices or market pressures.”~ The William Blake Tarot Cards.


My aged mind and heart reflect: Watch, pay attention, reception… leave space for information to enter your mind… wild old woman…give away what you learned from life…digested experience is wisdom.

Age is a gift to me. As my mom told me once, “Holly, I Look in the mirror and I see an old woman but I feel as young as ever on the inside.” Now I understand what she meant.


Oldest son is busy these days. His time is valuable. Yet when he was a child I remember every December 1st was the day that we put up holiday decorations. It was an event of thrill and joy. Now he has only a short time to talk and off he goes. I would not have it any other way.  My twenties were very busy as well !

We are now living in an age of hostile takeover of a very conservative group of powerful people. I think of the 1920s throughout the 1930s. Prohibition, gangsters and the great wall street crash of 1929.

The shadow is let loose… release the Kraken.


“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?”
“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost. “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
― Charles DickensA Christmas Carol



 

 

 

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PUNK@LULLBY DIY Journals one -four.


Speaking this Sunday

EVENT : STORIES BOOKS AND CAFE: PAT FEAR AND OTHER STORIES: SUNDAY, DECEMBER 3 AT 6 PM – 8 PM :

my PUNK@LULLBY DIY Journals one – four. 

You can buy through me…

 


My Punk@lullaby Journal One

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. Beginning Journal of a punk rock chick from the San Fernando Valley who became a co-editor and publisher of the underground punk Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1979 to 1989.


My Punk@lullaby Journal Two   $6.00

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. The next journal three will be out in Mid-April 2017.


My Punk@lullaby Journal Three  $6.00

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. Drugs and foolish love Issue. More to come out…


My Punk@lullby Journal Four

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. The tape recorder Issue. I dedicate this issue to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.

The last journal


Now is the time of dreaming…

“The human organism is seen as a minute representation of the cosmos… we are mirroring.” Pg. 82

I can still feel that moment, time standing still, power ~a Pluto moment…

I remember impressions of many dreams. The thread I pulled from a dream last night seemed real. I pulled it into waking life.


I asked, “Are we at war?”

“Yes,” was the reply.

I saw before me a military jeep. It was a camouflage green. The person driving it was a heavy-set man dressed in camouflage green. He had black hair and a black mustache. He was driving on a muddy field towards somewhere. He was carrying a nuclear weapon /device. I was standing near a wired fence. The device fell out and the bomb went off.

I was with John as the bomb exploded. I knew I would be dead. The dread of what was happening filled me. I felt pressure and the light was all around me. As if a giant monster took a deep breath. I was right in the middle.  In the eye of the storm I listened, waiting for the exhale. For everything to be torn apart. My consciousness is aware of time. Time was standing still. What a profound feeling. A moment of silence. Quiet awareness before annihilation !


” As representation of the underlying process of life, death and rebirth of the struggle of opposites and their resolution. Archetypes, images in their multitude or social and historical forms draw human beings into connection with the primary most pervasive process  of the universe.” ~ Pg 85 Jung, Synchronicity and Human Destiny. ~Ira Progoff

food again

Did not sleep a wink

last night was obnoxious

today i am excited…

It is the bite of life!

I lost my left molar crown

crack in my tooth

crack in the night

Feeling good today…

I have to see a dentist

So I can bite yummy food again…

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My heart is still shaking all over after all these years…

Gasatanka / Flipside Fanzine Vol 2.. with Revolutionary Fetus …

Doing a little reflective researching for my little talk. Always gets my heart beating a little faster. This band insert was one of my favorite ones. My work.  But I always wanted to do a newspaper Fanzine. The individuals that made this vinyl fanzine happen are amazing ! What a wild project… a wonder how it ever happened?

14 days until…

I am looking forward to speaking at another event. It is rich to share stories about a remarkable time in my life. We will be sharing stories about ‘the Pat Fear’ a real punk character motif among punk characters that participated in and continued past the original Los Angeles punk scene.

Those wild and interesting characters that moved a growing punk rock scene.

I also will have available a handful of my Punk@lullaby journals for viewing and sale. That I put in a cotton muslin bag. A bag for 20 buck.  Supported by a Seminary of Praying Mantis sticker. For your handy viewing pleasure.

All in good fun and great memories….

All the information for this event is on the sidebar on the right…

Thanks

~Hudley

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Disk

The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They are marching …

via Disk

Trump 356 dumps … a Flopside UN-Celebration…

365 un-celebration of Mr. Trump the Dump. He is the doppelganger. He is the anti-man. The worst of the worst evil elitist sons of bastards..

scum.

“I think the only difference between me and the other candidates is that I’m more honest and my women are more beautiful.” ~ The Dump


The Trump Cards Bubble Gum Flopside Comics

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Have fun and laugh all day… lol


Terrible Death

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Be More Than An asshole Trump Bubble Gum President

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ghoulish time.

Ghoulish is one who delights in the revolting, morbid, or loathsome. 

Today is a day of terror and disdain in New York. Another violent attack on innocent people. The last month or so has been very revolting, morbid and loathsome. An attack on the soul of humanity…very sad.

I am not one who delights in the revolting, morbid or loathsome. Halloween is about running around and getting free candy. It is a time of parties with friends and family. The graceful time of honoring our ancestors.

Spirits ascend but come to visit us in the wind and in our hearts and our memories.

My cave is safe and warm with love.

A love song for all of us… what a ghoulish time.

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