John Carpenter’s Elvis, 1979.

“He liked his chicken fried.” Johnny Carson Late Night Show, Cybill Shepherd

Kurt Russell as Elvis

Kurt Russell did a swell job in this film, I guess that was the last film I chose to see of Elvis’s Biography. I remember seeing his Come Back Special in 1968. I was in love and cried. He was all dressed in black leather. I mailed in through correspondence and purchased the LP. Yet as I get older, I find it redundant how film makers make so many remakes of music characters, comic books etc.! I look for creativity and new things! Yes, I am also happy in a world of those originals… I remember an interview I viewed with Kurt Russell. He shared how he knew Elvis as a young actor. Elvis loved Kurt’s dad Bing Russell. Elvis liked how Kurt’s dad wore his cowboy hats. Longhorns as an acting cowboy. The narrative has that taste of continuity, nepotism but also honest friendship.

My special memories as I get older seem to get extra special. I don’t want another to dapple with their interpretation of my own precious personal experiences. I guess that is it. Like when some young people tell you about your favorite Film Noir. Like it is new, and no one else ever saw it before. Most of us have been viewing these films since conception. So, I usually don’t listen. I am not inclined to read a book from a 5th generation kid’s imagination of how things were when I lived through it personally. That is my old person thing. The more books the better but really not my thing.

And as for the guy who seemed kind of touchy about his review of the new Elvis film when I said, “Oh no not another Elvis Film?”

I was not criticizing him, his review, or his job… just the boredom I feel or being jaded. How could anyone do another film like this again. It all comes down to what inspires us. I guess Elvis does not inspire me like he once did. Especially with the real interviews from people who really knew him I have viewed over the many years of life since Elvis’s death.

“He liked his chicken fried.” Cybill Shepherd

She is referring to how Elvis liked his young women high for sex. She was one of them.

His whole persona killed my need to love him. A disillusionment and a part of growing up. Yet his songs are still moving. A song is a song no matter who the real person is or has become after the recording.

So that is where I am coming from. Yet everyone is contrary. Elvis is one of those performers or rock God’s that is so very very extremely contrary, it is rather sad to me. I just don’t desire to see it again from another creative perspective. It is redundant to me.

My first portable record player played my first 45 Love Me Tender. One of my first memories as a two- or three-year-old. Along with reaching up for buttered bread from my mom. SO good.

Bing Russell

Summer Solstice greetings: Tresses and Timpani.

The Sumerian Inanna and Dumuzi, Ishtar and Tammuz of Mesopotamia, in Isis and Osiris/ Horus of Egypt, and in Dionysos and the Great Mother, Rhea, as well as his consort bride, Ariadne.

Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.

The summer solstice is here again. A pulling time for me. The male and female of my being or psyche need to be addressed. My throat gets tight, and sleep time filled with dreams. Lost tossing and turning. I love reading the many greetings on Facebook. I am pondering on my doppelgänger too. Humor, darkness, and accountability to the world and back to myself.

I think about the sacred marriage.

Inanna and Dumuzi

Dionysus and Ariadne.

Looking down the history

of marriage in general

is not such a nice story to share here

but the two above have the perfect archetype of marriage

which can be found in us all.

A Call to Inanna:

“I say, “Hail!” to Inanna, Great lady of Heaven!

They beat the holy drum and timpani before you.

The people of Sumer parade before you.

I say, “Hail!” to Inanna, Great Lady of Heaven!

They play the holy harp and timpani before you.

The people of Sumer parade before you.

I say, “hail!” to Inanna, First Daughter of the Moon!”

Wolkstein. Inanna Queen of Heaven and Earth. Pg. 97. Harper & Row.


A call to Dionysus:

Our leader, from his thyrsus spray

A torchlight tosses high and higher,

A torchlight like a beacon-fire,

To waken all that faint and stray;

And sets them leaping as he sings,

His tresses rippling to the sky,

And deep beneath the Maenad cry

His proud voice rings:

“Come, O ye Bacchae, come!”

Euripides. The Bacchae of Euripides (p. 8). Kindle Edition.

The continuity of an interview

Working with Adobe Premiere Pro, Adobe Audition and other sources made this process of creating a narrative documentary a challenging one. Unfortunately, my original Zoom interview had me in sync and Larry out of sync. Each clip between Larry and I had to be placed or edited in. All these parts were edited into the overall sequence or narrative. There are several ways to edit in Adobe Premiere, through this audacious process I’ve learned valuable editing techniques to improve upon in my next episode. Currently in process.

Yes, we complete our long planned, constantly initiated and painfully done projects with the expression of joy as artists. I walked into a rather new realm during a pandemic. I feel that good feeling of having given birth to something new, yet my doppelgänger is always lurking to assert the doubts, fears and worries of putting something forward into the world!

Just recently I put up one of my cartoons of Elon Musk on his Go to Space rocket campaign on Facebook. A cartoon- rendering of him singing the theme song to Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. I thought satire would be appreciated. Yet there are individuals who don’t get it. One woman told me that her two-year-old drew better. Of course, she is not getting the point of all politically motivated editorials…. So, I start to dwell on the nasty criticism. My shadow amplifies my work all the time…

Then I think upon my noble friend Dionysus and realize his words of “Believe in Yourself,” or my youngest son telling me that you should value your hard work. Money and value are not my motivations for creating… it is the act of doing, the process, which is my thing. Yet I am trying to understand.

So, this project started a long time ago. I never comprehended I would complete it. So many things to learn, blocks to break through, skills to earn. I have made this. Details might not be noticed. The continuity of an interview as a narrative is especially hard to do, but I did it.

Books, video learning and on the spot training by myself. Challenging my mind and soul. As a battle between my doppelgänger and my sweet Dionysus.

This project is blooming like my lovely Hollyhocks. A voice and narrative that is so important to me. A story I always wanted to hear. Now I share.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film.

Epeisodion One… between the songs are the staff punks. Those who created a music fanzine.

Flipside Fanzine the Creation Story.

Original Punk Staff Larry Lash

(Steven Shoemaker) Runs a local business in Whittier California called Steve Shoemaker Live

In search of Cat food

“But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends; for now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with a stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do…”

Alex: A Clockwork Orange, Book Anthony Burgess; Film Stanley Kubrick

You know how picky kitties are. So, I have been unlucky. Maybe a small box here and there. Cleaning up kitty barf is often a strong biological rebellion that lets me know something is wrong with the food. Bravely I am stepping out of my cave to places I have avoided … Smart & Final off Milton is one such place. And though I noticed they no longer play songs over their PA…. Today I had a strange experience! Yes, a strange note or two of weird synchronicities. Usually happening at times when one is drifting. Like me! It is throwing an anchor down time. Similar to editing, anchoring a graphic image on Adobe Premiere Pro. Animation, motion, and a focus in.

And then it came like the big bright bird of pure crystal roundabout meaning. Moments of a song burst loudly over Smart & Final’s PA. A moment that brings my ears, heart, and lips a humming.

“Let the stormy clouds chase.

Everyone from the place

Come on with the rain

I’ve a smile on my face!”

Yes, that song from the film A Clockwork Orange anchored me from drifting. Aligning me with my opus again.

Then silence, only the clatters of the supermarket’s mundane sounds of customers shopping.

Singing In the Rain was the one song that changed my life years ago … how is this possible to hear it for only a moment today as I randomly searched for Friskies Seafood Sensations Adult Cat Dry Food, With Vitamins?

Then at 19 and now at 64… “for now it was lovely music that came to my aid.”

A wake-up call.

Praying Mantis Opus

The Dark One-Between Intervals.

The Iliad Bookshop mural

The Dark One

Sitting in my computer room I hear the sound of a flowing river of tires on asphalt. I notice it more distinctly because two windows are opened for fresh air. The contrary sound of birds singing, bees humming, my husband coughing and a random hummingbird, with a sudden bursting motorcycle sound of no fucking muffler, highlights my realm of hearing.

Today I am pulled to read a random reading. Jung’s Black Books are calling. Something from the 3rd book. I get out my small latter to reach up on the top shelves. Heavy and dusty I put it down. I notice that they are out of order. It is 1,3,2, isn’t an interval defined as the distance between 2 notes? I pull the book out and randomly open it up. I read the first paragraph I first touch with my eyes.

“I strive toward those lowlands, where the weak currents, flashing in broad mirrors, stream toward the sea, where all haste of flowing becomes more and more dampened, and where all power and all striving unites with the immeasurable extent of the sea…. Someone is standing there, on the last dune- he is wearing a black wrinkled coat. He stands motionless and looks in the distance. I go up to him. He is pale and gaunt and with a deeply serious look in his eyes. I say to him: Let me stand beside you for a while, dark one. I recognized you from afar. There is only one who stands this way, so solitary at the last corner of the world. “Stranger, you may well stand by me, if it is not too cold for you. As you can see, I am cold, and my heart has never beaten.” I know, you are ice and the end. You are the cold silence of the stones: and you are the highest snow on the mountains and the most extreme frost of outer space. I must feel this and that’s why I stand near you. pg. 114 [v.3]

This quote doesn’t touch me at first but as the day moves on, I realize that I too know the place or the dark one. I call it or him the bone. Some of us have visited this place. For me it is the mystics who brought me back to the goodness of a beating heart and the joy of cool feet in water on a hot day.

With a little jazz in the background the asphalt sea outside all seems good… dare I say normal.

We live in the notes of random intervals. I have read, heard, and understand these stories from other people I love. Their visiting those “end of the world” places, times or the dark one. Some got stuck there not finding their way back. I feel grief. Then there are those that made it through … I see them successful. Life is a strong movement forward. That is what the return takes.

Data cap and drifting

AT&T have been data capping us for the last week. Between youngest son’s finals and my small business, with ongoing projects, time is slowed down! No internet connections. New arrangements are being made. New internet and TV services are in process!

My second time going to Target during this long pandemic because a phone line comes with the new service. I found only two for sale.

I told the young salesman at Target that I was looking for an old time phone with a Rotary Dial, he said,

“This is the only old time phones now a days.”

Black, slick and rather fancy land line electronic modem I thought.

Yet He held up exclamation hands as I laughed out loud. I thought he would think me strange but instead smiled along!

Walking away I saw the small record highlights section in the store. The Go Go’s above Credence Clearwater Revival. I felt a dark kick in my belly. Well that about does it.

I sure am drifting in this place of extra extra over indulgent mass media …

At home I put the laundry in the wash. Moving slowly I went outside to cool my feet in the pool. Feeling blue and contrary … then a sparkling tiny clear exoskeleton caught my eye. On top of the water like a feather. A special sight.

Praying mantis is growing in my garden shedding exoskeletons. With one are thousands … and one glorious holy skin randomly drifted my way !? Now that is the good news my heart craves!


It is frankly no one’s business but her own

Christine Blasey Ford the brave watercolor by Hudley Flipside.


The Honorable Amy Coney Barrett

The Supreme Court of the United States

One First Street N.E.

Washington, D.C. 20543

Dear Amy Coney Barrett,

“Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.”

Truman Capote

As a mature woman of 64. I have watched and experienced the lovely civil and women rights movements grow and flourish upon our land. It was never easy. Protests for a movement must be loud and strong to be heard. I am asking that you let Roe Vs. Wade be untouched.

As a religious studies major, I have witnessed that diversity holds this country profoundly tighter together. We are diverse cultures of the wealthy, middle class, and the poor. Faith is beautiful to behold but not when it enforces laws on “we the people” or “we the women,” it then becomes an unjust distortion.

Conservatism and liberalism are a battle going on in this country, neither should take away from a right of a woman to choose for herself. Womens’ healthcare needs to be stamped with private. Whatever a woman does is between her and her doctors. We need the best healthcare and more Planned Parenthood clinics. We need more compassion and less restrictions as created trouble current trouble by the Supreme court.

In my life I have had two abortions, two miscarriages and have given birth to two healthy boys. At 18 I was group raped so I had the freedom to have an abortion. Later I was not ready to raise a child on my own and at two weeks had another abortion. After I was older and married, I had two painful miscarriages that broke up my first marriage. At 31 I married again and now have two bright boys ages 21 and 30. One is studding Geophysics, and the other is working as a software engineer. My husband is a respiratory therapist who has been at the heart of the COVID19 pandemic. He has saved more newborn life than most. Life is precious.

Luckily, I had a Planned Parenthood clinic to go to for both abortions and the government to help me with my first birth. For the last twenty years life has improved and now we have full medical insurance coverage available, as my second birth was so guided.

As my narrative shares it is clear that youth, rape, and poverty are the highest percentages for abortion cases currently.

I hope you will do all that you can to see that this is real. If you lived through the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s you must see that we can not go back to how it was but must continue to move forward.

Don’t shame yourself or this country by looking down upon any woman who may have to make this very difficult decision to have an abortion… it is between her God, her faith, her doctors, and herself. It is frankly no one’s business but her own.

Thank You,

Hudley’s Literary Salon

Happy Independent Bookstore Day…. Is now everyday!

A wrench in the machine, however achieved, to get your words out for others to read!


Johannes Gensfleisch zur Laden zum Gutenberg (/ˈɡuːtənbɜːrɡ/;[1] c. 1400[2] – 3 February 1468) was a German inventor, printer, publisher, and goldsmith who introduced printing to Europe with his mechanical movable-type printing press. His work started the Printing Revolution in Europe and is regarded as a milestone of the second millennium, ushering in the modern period of human history. It played a key role in the development of the Renaissance, Reformation, Age of Enlightenment, and Scientific Revolution, as well as laying the material basis for the modern knowledge-based economy and the spread of learning to the masses.[3][4][5][6] Wikipedia

If today is support your independent bookstore day, then I say do support them in all the variables of delivery.

“Author events at independent bookstores sometimes take the role of literary salons [2] and independents historically supported new authors and independent presses.” Wikipedia

Patron Saint of Books, Publishers and bookstores….

Grateful for my publishing patron saint the Praying Mantis.

As one who has an independent bookstore in my bedroom converted into an office. I found that the definition of what a independent bookstore is has delightfully changed.

Seems to me that most independent bookstores are sole proprietorships. I remember a book I read once about a woman in England who opened a bookstore. In the back she also published books. In the front of her building, she had a coffee-tearoom and to the side an adjoining art gallery.

It has always been in the back of my mind to have a similar setup.

I have been in the printing or publishing business since I first took a printing class in high school while enrolled in a graphic art course at a local occupational school. Oh Ya!

My first job was pasting numbers in books for an adult book publisher.

The holy X-ACTO knife, the printing press and the revolutionary Xerox printing machine helped create and promote a thousand hubs and underground scenes; flyers and fanzines do come to mind!

And though I have not found independent books stores as agreeable to new or independent authors, some of my favorite books in my bookcases are from independent bookstores.

As a sole proprietor of an independent publishing company, I celebrate today. I love books … even crazy little comic books.

I even appreciate the eternity of dust on my husband’s infinity of chess books in our home. All purchased from independent chess book publishers and bookstores.

Over 40 years I have had this X-ACTO knife case and knife…

As I have said I run an independent bookstore from my home. A bedroom converted into an office. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, unique art on the walls, and candles burning bright. The same smell that once filled the independent bookstore known as the Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood.

My point being publishing houses and independent bookstores come in all shapes and sizes. Good grief, nowadays one must be creative! Hardcover books smell great and are still a revelation to hold close to ones’ heart.

I have a publishing house that engages with print on demand. I support publishing all around the world this way.

From William Blake’s funky imaginative little self engraved publications to the revolutionary pamphlets of Thomas Paine. To all means of fanzines, paperbacks, and dirty magazines. To a local building, a suite, or online indie / DIY publishers who grew through this ridiculous pandemic.

Cheers! To all independent bookstores, publishers and most importantly to the ones who write.

Much Ado …

Hudley Flipside

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

All money from book sales flows into a pool-bank to be put forth towards “in-process;”  Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary Film.

Epeisodion One… between the songs are the staff punks. Those who created a music fanzine.

Below are two independent publishers. I am included with other writers. A compilation of stories to share. Happy Happy!

Rare Bird Books.

HoZac Books.

The Call Of the Holy Baubo Protagonist!

The call of holy Baubo is strong now

The evil shadow of history comes forward again…

The highest court of our land is making it impossible for women to care for their own bodies. When women are deflowered or devalued it is time to look at the other sex… the male, especially all conservative moronic males, and their bitches…. Time to address their sperm and ask the big question,

“If a man gets a woman pregnant without the holy affirming blessing of the great Baubo herself, then off with his balls, or head … whichever. What do you think about that justice?”

Baubo’s theme song…. always and forever.