HEADLESS HORSEMAN ROAD

Letter To: Councilmember District 3 Bob Blumenfield, 200 N Spring St. Los Angeles, CA 90012 "I was born in Encino. I grew up in Woodland Hills. I have watched as the big ugly apartments have taken over the San Fernando Valley. I find it so refreshing to hear "large scale apartments should not be wedged … Continue reading HEADLESS HORSEMAN ROAD

Snap shots in our heart

"For [Aleister] Crowley, who was a painter himself, the artist ranked above the magician on the totem pole of illuminism, and he considered poetry and art as precious tools for transmutimg one's innermost psychic visions..." Pg. 92 Wormwood Star, Spencer Kansa Cats and me ...always !! 1970s Magic is fleeting as is a synchronicity. In contrast to … Continue reading Snap shots in our heart

A “Cinderella Liberty” is Navy jargon for a pass that runs out at midnight…

At that time in my life I never looked at the possibility of poverty and prostitution as a way for a woman to be independent. John Baggs Jr.: Would you call yourself a “Champagne cocktail-sippin’, cock-teasin’, downtown barroom whore? Maggie Paul: [bursting into tears] Second generation! We saw this film in 1973. We applied the usual antics of youth … Continue reading A “Cinderella Liberty” is Navy jargon for a pass that runs out at midnight…

Don’t always manifest as we hope !!

The first X rated film I viewed was during the early 1970s at the Movies of Tarzana in Tarzana California. The first theater in our area to have multiple viewing rooms. As youngsters we would buy one ticket and watch as many films as we could. This meant being smart and sneaking into films that … Continue reading Don’t always manifest as we hope !!

Dear Lynn here comes another Autumn I can feel it and you…

The smoke filled her brown VW bug from her little pipe. It was something I never tried before. We then entered the theater to go see the 1977 horror thriller Suspira. "Come on Holly you will love it. It is the scariest movie you will ever see.""Lynn where am I?" Lynn is here. At the … Continue reading Dear Lynn here comes another Autumn I can feel it and you…