Poems by Hudley Flipside: An Underground Bard
16 poems written from 2018 – 2017
In celebration of Autumn 2018
This school year Fairfax County Public Schools, the 10th largest school division in the United States, adopted the iReady assessment as a universal screener across all of its elementary schools. Students in grades K-6 take these assessments individually on the computer three times per year, and the results are made available to both teachers and parents.
According to Curriculum Associates, the company that makes iReady, these assessments are an “adaptive Diagnostic for reading and mathematics [that] pinpoints student need down to the sub-skill level, and [provides] ongoing progress monitoring [to] show whether students are on track to achieve end-of-year targets.”
The Fairfax County Public Schools website further asserts that iReady is a “tool that has the potential to streamline Responsive Instruction processes, promote early identification and remediation of difficulties and improve student achievement.”
While I have found this assessment deeply troubling all year, it has taken me a while to…
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That sound I know so well. After creation and then out comes the published satisfaction. The freedom to think, creative and print is still a revolution to me. Even if it is only my own little voice under a blue, raining or black evening sky. My high and our bliss!
A focused effort together. My voice, our voice… gone.
This printer is obsolete. The HP Offset 6230 ePirnter is dead. Just like in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey when the Hal 9000 started to screw up. After about 10 years I slowly removed myself from my publishing friend. We had 10 years together. The technological sound, the romanza, of printer and creator, our characters made music together.
The little sounds you made letting me know that it was you who, with savvy, was moving the planned projects forward. Fresh printed ink on paper. Now I say goodbye… RIP.
I know what I write here. It is the pun-rock curse. A fan, promoter band thing. As a fan it was my dream to meet the bands and the promoters. The intimacy and friendships that formed are endearing for me. There was a time and place about eight years ago that I brought two bands together. Rikk Agnew Band (cult of ‘58) and The Black Widows (carry a big stick). It was a time when the San Fernando Valley was beaming with a few hot spots or punk and alternative music hubs. My one promotion time right after a 10-year Flipside Fanzine flopped. My mom had just died and I had two boys that needed me at 8 and 16 and I was acting like the teenager… for a while. Eight years ago is fast growing time for two boys. Life is new and exciting. Eight years for a 52-year-old is slow and precious. I introduced A Pretty Mess and Rikk Agnew and Panic Movement to a good night of old-time buddies and new ones. I was trying to bring together many aspects of the scene at that time and place that I loved. I like small shady clubs and intimate encounters. It was a happy night of loud live music. I was delighted and still think about that night often. I see that the Rikk Agnew Band and The Black Widows will be playing at Cafe NELA coming up this month. Sweet. I guess seeing this event brought back a few fantastic memories. So much has changed but this is so surreal & feels good to my old punk rock bones.
As crazy Californians… we at Flopside Comics think Jerusalem seems so far away… Israel, Tel Aviv a long-time historic peace process is overwhelming !! Also the U.N.R.W. A.…. United Nations Relief and Works Agency seems like a good commitment to help all nations.
“How Jared Kushner could in one day cut help and relief to the U.N.R.W. A. program is so cruel, ” said Mr. Dang.
“It seems the prejudice he shows against the Palestinians is clear,” rumpled Pee Wee Gutter.
“I really think we need to support more and control less. I remind you that Jared Kushner’s father paid 2 million dollars for Jared’s enrollment at Harvard. Jared is a donkey’s behind., with no integrity, like his father-in-law. A cruel, uncaring person without a conscience.” Yelled Mr. Crap.
Something is in the air here at Flopside Comics ! Whirling power ramp-up takes down the EVIL! Bring down the power of assholes of highest degree ! Bring clarity to the opposing chaos and negative propaganda! A direct and focused SUPER FUCK! It’s real magic!
You know what I’m talking ’bout!
“By their fruits you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistle?” ~ Mat. 7:16
“I AM WHO I AM,” and then said, “Tell the Israelis: ‘I AM sent me to you.'”~ ISV
This is a short story about a eucalyptus tree. A living friend, mentor and comforter.
My dad first visited the eucalyptus tree when he went horse back riding in the San Fernando Valley. Most likely the late 1940s. He rode from Ventura Blvd towards the dirt hills of the Santa Monica mountains. It isn’t easy to imagine that there once was a horse stable located near Ventura Blvd. and Canoga Ave. He told me how he stopped one day under the eucalyptus tree and looked over the valley. Once he saw a for sale sign there, a hill covered with wild sage and wider nature. My dad made it happen. His brother was a carpenter / builder and his mother already invested in properties throughout the San Fernando Valley. They made his dream come true. They made it happen for my dad and mom. As a WWII Vet he secured a government loan.
Dad and his brother, Had, created a plan to build a house on that wild hill in the San Fernando Valley. They fought like brothers often do. My dad fought for the large sliding windows that looked over the valley. He also fought to build a house which cuddled around a eucalyptus tree.
I learned to climb that tree as I was learning to walk. The smell of the eucalyptus tree on foggy mornings before going to school or during rain storms often filled my bedroom. I climbed that beautiful tall tree on my way to the top of the red brick chimney often. Sometimes to see thunder storms break across the valley. There I silently sat listening to the sound of coyotes in the distance and viewed lights in the night sky. All of this magic still captures my imagination.
Once I left home I often went back to visit with my parents. The first thing I would do was hug my eucalyptus tree. The seed pods from the eucalyptus are a wonder. Round and cone-shaped with a five-pointed star in the middle. Always a signal autumn was approaching.
Today a walk on a slightly foggy morning at the end of August brought back this memory of a eucalyptus tree I grew up with. I was beholding today to the only eucalyptus tree in my neighborhood. Whispering a scent and showing an aura that took me back to my nebulous childhood. The tree replied to me today, “”I AM WHO I AM.” Maybe this is the same whisper I always heard from my mentor tree and eucalyptus friend.
Trump’s lawyers are in the hot oil… they have ruined their bright
and have become pancakes with pesto… Testaroli.. with pesto and garlic… and lots of cheese…. eat them down Mr. Trump…. hahahahah poor Rudy and Emmet…
Flopside COmics.. Be More than an assholi !!!!