The content is related to the Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary/Film, including Epeisodion One, Two, and Three, as well as the celebration of 40 years of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Radio from 1984.
The mention of love offerings and raising money to promote the documentary/films in international film festivals is also included.
Additional details about original punk staff members, Larry Lash, Tory Paisley, and Tony Reflex are provided, along with the mention of thirteen tapes of Flipside Radio hosted by Hudley Flipside.
Postcards from Los Angeles Flipside / Video Project Hudley Flipside 3/22/2024
Celebrating 40 years. Fundraising and donations welcomed, just click on the image below. With a new Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine / Video Project by Hudley Flipside to follow this year. In celebration of 40 years with Gary Tovar’s Goldenvoice.
“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Cover Your heavens, Zeus,
With cloud vapor
And try Your strike, as a boy
Beheading thistles,
Against oaken tree and mountain height;
You still must leave me
My Earth standing
And my hut which You did not build,
And my hearth, home’s glowing
Fire which You begrudge me.
I know of nothing poorer
Under the sun than You gods!
Indigently You feed
Your majesty
On proffered sacrifice
And breathfuls of prayer.
You would starve to naught
If children and beggars
Were not such fools full of hope.
When I was a child
That knew not its way in the world
I would lift my deluded eyes
To the sun as though out beyond it
There were an ear to hear my complaints
A heart like mine
That would take pity on my oppression.
Who came to my aid
Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?
Who delivered me from death,
From slavery?
Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,
Who achieved it all?
And, swindled in your youth and good will,
Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,
For that mere Sleeper on high?
I should honor You? For what?
Did You ever gentle
The ache of my burden?
Did You ever dry
The tears of tribulation?
Was I not forged to manhood
By Time Almighty
And Eternal Destiny,
My masters and Yours?
Perhaps You believed
I should find life hateful,
And flee to the wilderness
Because not all my blossom-dreams
Reached ripeness?
Behold
Here I sit, fashioning men
In my own image,
A race after my likeness,
A race that will suffer and weep,
And rejoice and delight with heads held high
And heed Your will no more
Than I!
The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).
Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas
“And the sons of Pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep Are rockin’ to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”
He heard the traitor, dog breath, hater and had to respond. And after swallowing his whiskey down like a son of a train engineer, he said this.
“I think upon what my anarchist friends told me what a real hostage was.
A person held by one party in a conflict as a pledge pending the fulfillment of an agreement: a person taken by force to secure the taker’s demands. One who is involuntarily controlled by an outside influence.
These Jan. 6 rioters are felons. A felon is someone who has committed a crime or has been legally convicted of a crime.
Donald Jackass Trump has not helped these felons, as sad as it seems. He is only using them to further his lies and disdain for our democracy. He separates and divides. He should be in prison with them. It is a pity for us all that he is not silenced.”
“To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
A free shot of whiskey for a presidential slogan..
Yes, it is that time again before a presidential election where my bones are rattling for honesty… words are mightier than the sword… and so are women.
Somerset Maugham: You see, my dear; goodness is, after all, the greatest force in the world.
We at Flopside Comics support these strong women and their narratives to live courageous lives of goodness, strength, and honor.
“I am a fiercely independent person, and I am no one’s pawn.”
~ Christine Blasey Ford
Christine Blasey Ford First image.
Extremism thrives amid ignorance and anger, intimidation and cowardice.
On the way to Box Canyon in Chatsworth, we sadly noticed this lovely lady’s face was disgraced. (Stone Woman Face on Map).
Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up…I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it? I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.
Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..
A lot of images from the last few years have come together again. I can do some more but I think the last three times Trump running for President of the United States of America is enough for me. I can only make fun of the whole damn thing now. If I had to draw his face again, I know I would barf.
So as often Mr. Fuck came out of his bomb shelter and offered to off shoot the annoying DONALD and run for office himself.
We are stinkers and decided to make up T-Shirts and stickers and are running a campaign.
Renderings of older images is fun and so as he lit up his cigarettes, we had a whiskey or two and some pints. He is a doodler as well and so we call this our doodling campaign for office.
We both do not want Trump around. He repulses us.
The Flopside COmic Crew and Hudley
“Doppelgänger lost to the truth” song by Mr. Shit.
From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.
These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.
Even human children climbing trees.
Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.
A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.
Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.
Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.
Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.
“The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, We gather every day;”
−by Cecil Frances Alexander
Let me tell you a story about how messed up our city and county are in Los Angeles. Especially “STREET SERVICES.”
Right now, there is a war going on outside. Trucks are attacking our sleepy neighborhood to trim down our trees. We are talking massive trucks.
I talked to a Los Angeles County representative, and he told me the reason we were not notified weeks earlier about the colossal invasion of trucks, chainsaws, dinging, and loud bangs is because a Fire Marshal just a day ago decided that there is a fire hazard here in our neighborhood. Our trees are growing and causing an issue with the street sweepers. Tree branches are touching or contacting the street sweepers.
I called the local fire department and was told a Fire Marshal would not come out to do something like that. It would most likely be a local inspector. I don’t know. The Street Services were most likely not tell you the truth.
This is a fire hazard all of a sudden?
It was in November that I made a complaint to the county that our street sweepers were not coming. They had not been coming for some time. After about a month’s time I was told it was due to the trees’ overgrowth.
Also, I found out from an official Los Angeles Street Services worker that the street sweepers only come the first and third Wednesday of every month. Even though they triage as well. We were not notified about any of this. We were not notified about today as well.
The trees could have gently and consistently been trimmed over time. Yet that would take city and or county planning. Something I have observed is that the “STREET SERVICES” does not have. Which is the foresight to plan.
The problem is that the law that enforces the signs on our street “Parking Violation” is giving us tickets. Even though the signs are not valid on our street. No street sweepers and police enforcement still will write up tickets. That seems illogical to me.
The street signs say every Wednesday from 12 to 2 PM. One cannot park on the street, or your car will be ticketed.
Today the new signs, put on with a wire, say cars will be towed away. Which is always a thousand dollar fine or more.
So, I asked many departments and city officials who manage this issue to change the signs or at least take down the signs, so my neighbors and I do not get 70-dollar tickets. Until all the LOS ANGELES city or county departments become organized. To unify!
Yet it has come down to this. The “STREET SERVICES” is doing this without considering the environment. This is an attack on my neighborhood. The ravens, birds, and bees who we share a neighborhood live here too. The cats and dogs who also live here, not to forget the raccoons, possums, and other wild things who are perchance abruptly losing their homes.
It is a rape of our neighborhood. It feels like that to me. This is much worse than having a tooth pulled. That feels like rape too. Just yellow trucks, metallic thuds, loud chainsaws, and the loud sound of stump grinders.
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