My Punkalullaby Paperback: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis


It is complete. My Punkalullaby. I coined the term Punkalullaby in the mid-1980s. It means I live my life from one song to the next as a constant.

I had a little creative section in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine where I included fictional stories and later came the poetry.


The history of getting this book published is a long one. First, I published it like a fanzine, in my little home computer publishing room. I sold them through PayPal. I also sold them at speaking events. During this time, before and after, I approached four publishers, talked to other punks, and had the help from a master editor. Yet the only thing I got from publishers were comments like,

“It has to be action packed filled with excitement!”

One Santa Monica publisher declined me. Years later this same publisher wanted to include my story in a hodgepodge of other punk women.  No offer of royalties or compensation either. Written by a woman that had no experience with the punk scene at all. She turned out to be the usual user. Yes, I have met a lot of them over the years too.

So, I finally figured it out for myself. The punk or Flipside Fanzine way. We never asked for help in how or what we published. We did it ourselves and in our own way. So, my punk opus is completed the punk Flipside Fanzine way.

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My Punkalullaby does not countian action ball packed adventure or embellished fictions. The truth is that for me the punk scene was about supporting a growing punk scene. I did this with my whole heart. It was a great deal of work prompting a scene. I did not love every second of it, but I did learn a lot of skills along the way. Made some good long-time buddies and lost a few as well.

My Punkalullaby is a story about a young punk rocker who co-edited and published a fanzine called Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Hudley Flipside is a pivotal character a motif of that early punk scene.

It was a scene that I still look for although it is not there anymore. It echoes in me as a constant call. Hopefully finishing this book will help that haunting call to wane away.

Cheers to twenty years of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and to the underground growing punk scene. This is my ten years about it 1979 to 1989.


To Pooch, Nate, Kat, Keith and others for your encouragement and support…  you know who you are! My loving family included! John, Johnfred~ Sara and family, and Shayne.


A Big thanks to

Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing

Remember to be…

More Than A Witness.

~ Hudley

Where you can buy my little paperback number…



Uranus and Jupiter at the threshold…

A Muse named Urania watercolor by Hudley


OK to take this into concurrence, my mind is filled with an old image and a song. I can not keep them from speaking so I will post about them.


Anthropomorphism

Here is my latest praying mantis caricature. A holiday greeting from long ago ancient times.

Attis brings Liberte’

At the darkness time of the year, the longest night, the winter solstice… here comes some ancient anthropomorphism… and praying mantis is here to make life so meaningful.


The Philosophy of Love


Diotima of Mantinea


“The Philosophy of Love”


“Then at last man will behold beauty with the eye of the mind and will be able to bring forth not mere images of what is good for man but realities… Would that be an ignoble life Socrates?”


Dream time….Australian Aboriginal Art


The Ngangikurungkurr practice what they call dadirri, a form of deep listening for these sacred stories. As Aboriginal elder Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr puts it, “Through the years, we have listened to our stories. They are told and sung, over and over, as the seasons go by. Today we still gather around the campfires and together we hear the sacred stories. As we grow older, we ourselves become the storytellers. We pass on to the young ones all they must know. The stories and songs sink quietly into our minds and we hold them deep inside. In the ceremonies we celebrate the awareness of our lives as sacred.”

Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 3112-3116). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition.


female asteroids fun !!

At home I like to have projects to do. Husband got me a new book called Asteroid Goddesses by Demetra George & Douglas Bloch.  It is a networking book that ties up so many years of study. Astronomy, astrology, spirituality, mythology and psychology. A remarkable book. It reads well. I like to engage in mythology, so I did up a little water-color fun with four of the main players heavenwards. What a fun project !! Some female asteroids that have a powerful punch to the human psyche. We need it.


Ceres


Pallas Athene


Vesta


Juno


An unrecognized alien

Dr. Jacques Vallée: You’ll have to get out of these little boxes, you know, physics on my left and psychology on my right, you can’t do that, you cannot do that in dealing with UFOs. What I’m saying is you cannot do that anymore in dealing with astrophysics. The problem that scientists have today is that time and space, the way we were thinking about them, don’t make sense when you begin to deal with particle entanglement and with entanglement of larger physical things. So we’re going to get to the same place eventually.


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Page 88 The SacriDcal Murder Carl Jung “Red Book” – Carl Gustav Jung / The Red Book

“But the way is my own self, my own life founded upon myself. The God wants my life. He wants to go with me, sit at the table with me, work with me. Above all he wanted to be ever-present. But I’m ashamed of my God. I don’t want to be divine but reasonable. The divine appears to me as irrational craziness. I hate it as an absurd disturbance of my meaningful human activity. It seems an unbecoming sickness which has stolen into the regular course of my life. Yes, I even find the divine superfluous.” Jung 78/98


I have not done this for a while. To randomly pick a book and open the page and read a paragraph. It is a type of trance effort. Some of the worst and best loved characters that I have read or studied live in a kind of trance world.   A place of myth, magic and raised consciousness.  William Blake, Carl Jung, and the pitiful creature known as Adolf Hitler. I am studying Hitler’s biography now. I was amazed how his and their lives moved in the same worlds.

The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age.  The world of Blake, Jung and Hitler are different. One cannot superimpose our current world upon theirs. Which leads me to the randomly picked book and paragraph today.

Blake is a marvelous visionary and artist. He inspires humanity to think and brings beauty in reach of our grasp. Jung heals humanity with his depth psychology. Hitler inverts compassion and goodness. He shows us what the worst part of human nature is. They all use their unique wills to inspire or destroy. Blake and Jung show us that humanity is a wondrous reality. They have dived into their unconscious and show us luminous stars and a good conscience.  We find our history and our future with inspired foresight; what it is to do good for humanity. Blake keeps the best and the worst at bay while focusing his will to ascend to transcendence. Hitler did this too.  To understand him, his world, one becomes aware of a trance of darkness; he is a mythologist of national German superhuman qualities…of what it is to be demonically insane!  He is without a touch of human soul or spirit! No sparks make him human. Hitler is the trance of a monster! How can anyone in their right mind address such a hideous freak as him with a salute?


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William Blake ~ Europe, A Prophecy 8


“It is one of the wonders of human existence that a person can live a long and happy life without once becoming aware of the reality of consciousness and its ability to transcend the immediate physical level. At the instant of death, will time suspend its rule long enough for such people to realize what they missed?”

~ Pg. 153 Jacques Vallee, Confrontations; A scientist’s Search for Alien Contact.

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I love Vallee. He is the scientist that places himself in the world of myth, magic and raised consciousness! He does not ignore art or music either. He rings the heart of a compassion that wants to know. He transcends a nationalist myth blending with Blake’s “universal humanity,” or Jung’s “collective unconscious.”


“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.


Muses Nine and Graces are three

…the ancient past, the present…. it is amazing how we humans enjoy getting to know our soul, history, inspiration, astrology, philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, science and dare I say music ?


The emergence of values from remembering repeats in our old age the ancient myth of Memory, the mother of the nine. Muses. Each of the Muses—the patronesses of astronomy, comedy, dance, eloquence, epic, history, music, amatory poetry, and tragedy—artfully forms values by musing upon the goddess Memory who is her mother. We do not need to form our remembrances into art, as the painter Grandma Moses did in her old age, or into a novel, as Giuseppe di Lampedusa did in his. We need only to follow Memory’s daughters, musing over our memories and noticing how they take on significant shapes.

~ Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life (Kindle Locations 1663-1666). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.


These illustrations are a way to in tune with “the female power again.” Intuition, illumination, and humor are a way to hold us on an alternative foundation or path. A given for us females and a needed endeavor that must be taken by our male comrades. If we dare to have a chance in these dark times.


An offbeat flopside comic adventure...

Art/ watercolors by Hudley Flipside aka Holly Cornell


Nine Muses as the source of “in-aspiration,” literally breathing in “I-deas” of Goddess-spirits within. The Muses were originally a triad-the primordial Triple Goddess.  First of them was Mnemosyne, “Memory,” who made poets able to remember sacred sagas.

“The whole classical iconographic story of the transformation of the soul and the stages of illumination.”


Apollo is seated at the top and the three Graces are dancing beside him. In his hand is the lyre that plays the song of the universe, and besides that is the vessel of abundance. The inscription over Apollo’s head says, “The energy of the Apollonian mind moves everywhere through the muses.”

The muses are the inspirers of spiritual knowledge, and the source of their energy is the Graces. The Graces are naked because nakedness represents disengagement form the limitations of the clothing of time and space, but the Muses who represent the message of this naked truth to the world. The Graces are three aspects of Aphrodite. Her inflection as the moving powers of the energy of the world.3

Euphrosyne: Joy and the radiance that flows to the world through the qualities
of the nine Muses.

Aglaea: Splendor, the energy returning to the deity.

Thalia: Abundance: that unites the two. When you have put your head in the mouth of the lion you hear the song of nature. Muse of bucolic poetry, the poetry of the nature around you, the sheep and the lion and the trees and the mountains.
(3,4,5 The process of the rendering into the world the radiance of the Apollonian consciousness.)

The central figure is the great serpent whose tail is Cerberus. The three-headed dog who guards the underworld. Thalia is also the name of the ninth Muse. She is both below Cerberus’s head and she is also the central Grace above. Silent Thalia when she is under the threshold of the earth.  “You can’t accept the bite of death and so you’re not hearing the song of the universe, and that why Thalia is silent.” We are afraid of the three heads of the dog. Fire of the sun, the present, yielding ourselves to the present. The wolf, the fear of the passage of time. The Dog which represents desire and hope for the future.

“What binds us is the present, past and future and so we’re bound to the ego. This is the image of the snake biting Peleus’s Achilles tendon; “Let the serpent of death bite your heel, do hear the song of the universe and then the Muses sing…when you have died to your ego and rational consciousness there open the intuition, that is to say, you hear the song of the muses and this is the female power again.”

Nine Muses:

The first triad of the earth, the moon and mercury.

Selene the celestial body of the moon.  The arrow held by Selene in the sphere of the moon is held down., pointing us to the earth and its history, while the caduceus of Hermes points upward, directing us to spiritual heights.
Clio the muse of history and historical writing.
Calliope the Muse the radiance of the eternal principle of epic poetry. (Mercury /Hermes)

The second triad is the transition through the sun door into the high sphere of purely spiritual experience.

Terpsichore the muse of dance.  Venus
Melpomene the muse of tragedy and tragic poetry. The Sun
Erato the Muse of the art of erotic poetry. Mars

The highest triad where we are released from bondage to matter and death.

Euterpe the Muse of Flute song. Jupiter (Zeus)
Polyhymnia the Muse of choral sacred song. (Kronos)
Urania the Muse of astronomy, The heaven of the fixed stars.

Sources…

Practica Musicae, Franchinus Gaffurius, Interpreted by Joseph Campbell from his book Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine.

The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker


Also, today I am adding another most important source. “The Practica Musicae of Franchinus Gafurius” (First published in Milan in 1406)

The images contained in this book inspired my renderings. I was amazed at what I found and so started my journey.

“The High Renaissance in northern Italy was a crucial period in the development of the music of western civilization. The Pythagorean definition of interval in terms of precise mathematical ratio concepts of tuning, the controversy between ration and the “errant” senses…. helped bridge the gap between music as a philosophical science and music as a secular art. “

I include here images from this book. “…evolved both from ancient and medieval tradition and from the demands of performance in the late fifteenth century.”

Original source is acknowledged here with great joy…. the ancient past, the present…. it is amazing how we humans enjoy getting to know our soul, history, inspiration, astrology, philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, science and dare I say music ?

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“The Practica Musicae of Franchinus Gafurius”

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Kamakiri

John Steinbeck wrote in The Log from the Sea of Cortez, “It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.”[1]

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Viewing Before Cremation

While cleaning the pool, brushing the autumn leaves away, I looked down to see Kamakiri ! Silently floating. Away to the stars goes this pearl !  So current a message, symbolic and ritualistic, of a little green body acknowledging this season.

She’s not there.

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If she laid her egg sack, which she most likely has, I have not seen her. Every year she comes and I paint her image, or take her picture. From the pool mesh fence I take her and let her crawl over my shoulders. This year only she indirectly shows herself. A floating exoskeleton on top of clear pool water, or images from friends. Her Praying Mantis tree with the beautiful purple anarchy flowers are as a waterfall and arbor waiting for her return. She will be golden green, large and graceful now. She facing death. I wear her tattoo on my left wrist. The purple anarchy flower. Last night at a local club again she told me that I was at the right time and place. I was meant to be here, even though she was not. The leather jacket with silver studs addressed me. The young man stood in front of me. There splashed upon his back, drawn and painted, is her anarchy flower. Holding up my wrist I knew it to be true. I tapped the young tall man on the shoulder and showed him the image. He acknowledged it and the music blew through and around us. The longitude and latitude the continuity of life. It was all meant to be, I was where I was meant to be…. but she was not there.