Wild thing

Wildflowers have taught me to be authentic. You cannot mess with a wildflower. It does its own thing. Too much water or love and if will die. One must look at a wildflower with a sideways glance. Appreciation is appreciated. Don’t expect a sweetness without an inward determination or discernment from the wild thing.




Euphrosyne is a Goddess of Good Cheer, Joy and Mirth. Her name is the female version of a Greek word euphrosynos, which means “merriment”. The Greek poet Pindar states that these goddesses were created to fill the world with pleasant moments and good will. Usually the Charites attended the goddess of beauty Aphrodite.



Today while shopping the Sunday crowds were noticeable. The checkout lane was accepted. Yet even with the self-checkout open and the fifteen items or less open, two young men with several Styrofoam cups wanted to go first. They loomed close to me. Thinking my old woman ways would be forgiving and stupid to the fact they would eventually ask the question.

And then it happened the young man said,

“Can you do us a favor…”

I said with well learned flower intention and assertion,

“No. There is a self-checkout over there and a fifteen or less over there. Otherwise, you need to chill and wait like the rest of us.”

I went ahead with the checkout process. These two young men then decided to enter my space. I had to tell them to please step back.

“You need to step back because you are invading my space.”

They were in front of the cash check machine. I had to bag my things. They were shaking their heads like I was playing the wrong card.

You cannot expect older mamas to be sweetie pie by force. If these two young men were older and needed my help, I would have let them through and bagged for them. But these guys thought wrong about me.

It felt good to say “no” and “back off.”

I did not use fuck, or stupid or use my hand finger. I was assertive and authentic like the wildflowers in my garden.





Androgynous God


Flipside Fanzine # 2, tight scene of nobodies going nowhere?

My ‘initiation woman’ who abducted me into the punk scene was Donna Rhia but she no longer was playing drums with the Germs. I am not going to amplify the loss of Lorna Doom because there is enough on social media already.

I guess she was a part of the tight scene of nobodies going nowhere but lost and having fun. It was so exciting back then which is what keeps me going on the subject…



RIP



Bob Woodward and Stacy Abrams.

I don’t think Government is necessarily bad or completely corrupted. We elect people to represent us. The powers that move around our leaders can be very strange. Leadership is part of our human experience.

We at Flopside Comics have found two leaders that we want to support. One is a journalist that is not the enemy of the people, holds integrity and has vast journalistic experience. Another is an honest woman of leadership, the first African-American woman to run for Governor in the state of Georgia.

Bob Woodward and Stacy Abrams.

Bob went to Yale College but instead of becoming a lawyer he became involved in investigative journalism. “While a young reporter for The Washington Post in 1972, Woodward teamed up with Carl Bernstein; the two did much of the original news reporting on the Watergate scandal.”


Read his book FEAR !!

Stacy Abrams served on the Georgia General Assembly, 2007–2017 before this in 1999, she earned her Juris Doctor from Yale Law School. A business woman.


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Read her book, Minority Leader: How to Lead from the Outside and Make Real Change

What inspires us is their shared support of diversity and how they use their knowledge and education to help us, “We the People.” They are, right this very minute, confronting corruption. Two individuals, a journalist and a politician, that seem to care.

Our humble character watercolor renderings of Bob and Stacy, with badges on the side. (out soon!!)


4th fave song… bunch of goons !

My 4th favorite song is Vandals – I Want To Be A Cowboy .

As a young punk all the words were being thrown around. Anarchy, chaos, discord and mayhem.

It rang around me via songs, voices and written lyrics and published fanzines. and punk friends. I never thought the ideals I supported would manifest via a gangster presidency?

These words were used as ways to inspire creative freedom. This words for me meant the ability to do things on your own terms to help others not to tear them apart.

To confront cruel authority, not to create a foundation for dictatorship or fascist tendencies.

So much for deconstructionist if born again AA punks’ side with the enemy. It is a wake up call for us all.

How to keep a conversation going is not always possible.

Humor as, it was only for a fun experience, can be thrown in there. Yet I am keeping my integrity at my hip. My mind set to do it myself. As always, it may not be popular.



A special power-up Super hero from Flopside Comics…

A promise of bliss and orgasmic creative variables for the incorruptible !

You know what I’m talking ’bout!


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Summer Poem number 2


I used to see anarchy & chaos much differently.

Today I see it as something I will not agree to.

Yet the will of an individual can be applied for the benefits of all or for only oneself.

To harm others without caring.  

I used to think it was to bring all others to the table and to change and make new ways of seeing the world creativity and imaginatively.

An individual can uniquely inspire a generation, or a few people, to be good human beings.  

Or the opposite can happen when an ego causes dark chaos & we are witnessing this now. 

It is a time to consider this all, …. as very important parts of who we all are!? So much for August… it does this to me.

Daily Fuck Gazette Babbbbbbay! Summer Funnies



Don’t forget we have been spreading the satire for years… and have a few bubblegum Flopside COmics that highlight this complete unenlightened asshole of extreme degrees…

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Check all 13 on Friday the 13th 2018 … your fucking luckiest of days…..

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A “Daily Fuck Gazette” Limerick


Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines

Eat your prunes you’re a greedy old man

Lotion on your bottom

Sleeping in a used bed

Will not get you any respect

The day you’re found dead!

Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines

Chicken finger frenzies

lost in your gloom

Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines!




A Daily “Fuck” Gazette To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…


I had a dream…. last night … or was it a vision….?!

As told to us by Mr. Shit~ anarchist, atheist with a loving good conscience and beyond….

Mr. Shit woke up this morning with something on his mind. For an old punk with dementia he can be as sharp as a dull knife. He talked about whirling triangles that spoke of “…four combinations of wisdom,” and he talked about how he was part of the fifth part of the whirling triangle equation. “Me, Juno the Asteroid Goddess and the naked Grace AGLAEA.” He told us that it was a puzzle to him and as symbolic as hell or heaven… yet seemed as real as could be!

He told us about the strange dream. He also told us how he was born. He yelled that he remembered his story and yelled this, “He was born from a woman, in an alley, on a bus crossing a border.” This came to his mind because in his vision / dream AGLAEA told Mr. Shit that, “I (she) was born from the thought of Apollo the Hermaphrodite!”  Mr. Shit also told us that Juno said she was born from chaos. Singing that, “She stands up for Women’s rights!”

Mr. Shit told us that in his dream he was in an alley. He walked up to a trash can. He saw many things there, yet a couple of books were glowing. He opened one of the books and he read…

Visit orphans and widows in their distress~ James 1:27” and again flipped through the book and read, “Thus says the Lord: Do Justice and righteousness and deliver from the hand of the oppressor him who has been robbed. And do no wrong or violence to the resident alien, the fatherless, and the widow, nor shed innocent blood in their place.” ~ Jeremiah 22:3

He flipped through another book. He read an outlined quote.

“Have you considered him who calls the judgment a lie? That is the one who treats the orphan with harshness, And does not urge (others) to feed the poor. ~ (107:1-3) Holy Our ‘an.

In his dream he fell back and one of the books fell with him because the whirling triangles moved about him. He was dizzy with wonder. Yet a strength held him up with two large green rough legs. Like claws from another mother. She told Mr. Shit about the exodus of all people, animals, and creatures of the earth… and beyond. This is a mantra that we need all remember.

Silence moved upon us all as we sipped our cold ice-teas. We will focus on the quotes from those books from the trash can! For coming upon us are days of justice and good conscience.

Mr. Shit drank lots of ice coffee. He told us that going back to sleep was not an option!



Three Naked Graces & Eight Muses

Number 12 ~ An inspirational FLOPSIDE COMIC…. where is the human mind these days……? Are we only listening to a mad man who is trying to fuck up the world or we going to take some time to?

“Turn on, tune in, drop out.”


Only could get eight of the nine Muses in this bubblegum cOmic… the original post is at the end of this post for referencing. “Muses Nine and Graces Three”



Mr. Timothy Leary I am only pulling your leg up there in the starry sky. Yet sometimes we got to think about the big picture and who is really running the show…. it isn’t LSD it is better than that because it is the Graces and the Muses…. time for some inspiration…. this little bubble gum comic will be on the market soon….

“Alongside this metaphysical transformation, Greek rational thought broke away from magic thought processes, and symbolically transferred the center of creative power from the female womb to the male brain (symbolized by Athene’s birth from the forehead of Zeus), creating the great Western cultural distortion that is still with us today, by giving greater value to culture than to nature, to the abstract Idea than to concrete Life itself.”

~ de Riencourt, Amaury. Woman and Power in History . Honeyglen Publishing Limited. Kindle Edition.


Euterpe

Wild Rose


It may seem backwards but not from my mothering heart. My son now faces his first romantic suffering. What can I do but be silent &  be there for him as he works and plays. I know his heart is broken. He must endure and become stronger and with empathy move on. To oldest son “he” is the Wild Rose…. and she is the “young boy.” It is OK to change things around…. both are not safe from the pains of love, first love!



Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Lieder by Franz Schubert.

Jerusalem

“For life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age brings the red flare again.”

~ The Land Of Heart’s Desire, William Butler Yeats



Retrospective action is part of a process which helps us find solutions to human problems. So much is going on in the world and in my personal world. Where does one seek or find balance? Meditation maybe? Exercising and eating properly, that might be part of the answer. There is more to hypertension than the human body. It seems a common reality in these dark political times shared by many!

While putting together some positive moves towards balance, I came upon a few old friends. One is a meditation site called freeMedation and an old poem by William Blake entitled Jerusalem. Yes, going back to healthy practices and inspired ideals.

Shocked by the inclusion of this particular rendition of Blake’s poem on this site, it is still very endearing to me. It is a poem set in a place and time that one can transcend using retrospective meditation.

The poem speaks to us. For is not Jerusalem the palace [place] of our heart’s desire?

Below is an image, a facsimile, from my Blake collection. It has vast symbolic layers.

“When the morning Stars sang together. & all the Sons of God shouted for joy”

Side stepping biblical perspective, this image holds reference to three important elements: The stars known as the Pleiades, humanity, and the cosmos. Our foresight needs to put roots into the ground as a solid anchor. This need is achieved by reaching with retrospective action. Thus, bringing together the past, present and future. A balance for our crazy times.

The image shows me understanding revealed in meditation. Therefore, I love Blake’s work.



Jerusalem by William Blake

Retrospective
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/afterthought/

As a friend of friends


Urania is talking to Uranus
Ambassador to the planets and stars
She calls to Earth
As a friend of friends,
Catalyst of goodness and humor,
to Uranus ascending electric magma
Eccentric insect antenna muses
Human Beings 
To be the best 
we can be.


Existentialism and turning 60…


“…individual’s starting point is characterized by what has been called “the existential attitude,” or a sense of disorientation, confusion, or dread in the face of an apparently meaningless or absurd. Many existentialists have also regarded traditional systematic or academic philosophies, in both style and content, as too abstract and remote from concrete human experience.”


Ageing and turning 60 is an interesting time. I am reflecting over my life. The metaphor of fitting jigsaw pieces together is the best one that can describe my experience now. I now understand the meaning of existentialism. I thought I had an idea of what it meant. Not until now do I know it truly. It is a jolting reality. The now observing the past is how one can see existentialism alive!

As a child I remember waking up at night with a strange sensation that lasted only a few moments. A surrounding feeling that came to mind. One that I could not touch, access with words, or edify. It was a feeling deep in my teeth of something other. It would go away quickly. I had that same feeling through my growing up. I always knew when the other feeling was approaching. The other feeling went away as I grew up.

K -12, my whole education experience I was asleep. I realize this now. Existentialism is based on contrary things. Conflict or mindfulness to the absurd world we live in. When I look back at myself, I was experiencing or having an existential experience my whole young life. I was in a shadow world of social pressures and abstract ideals that where strange to me.

Only waking up occasionally to the wind on the hills or the rain while walking home. Playing in green fields with my friends.  The smell of the earth and the feel of pepper trees on my skin. The aroma of the eucalyptus tree.

I went through the motions at school. I did not study or bring books home, and if I did, I don’t remember them much. I do remember reading the little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis, the King James Christian Bible, and Seven Arrow by Hyemeyohsts Storm. (Native American Myth,) Sherlock Holmes appealed to me. Also, songs on the radio are moments or awareness.

I was in trauma while I was growing up too! I was living in a home with an alcoholic parent and experienced love but also emotional abuse as a regular part of my life.

My point being I was not awake to my human experience until I started waking up later in my teens by the jolt of consensual sex, youthful love, and punk music.

I remember at 18 or so there were times that a light would come on and everything seemed more intense.  One time out to dinner with my parents it seemed that the restaurant light above us turned on brighter. I was in an intense illumination. Then the light went out. This is when I was experiencing an awakening an existential conflicting experience.

When I entered the punk rock world in Los Angeles, I experienced this existential conflicting experience increasingly. The people and music really stirred me up. I awoke to the absurdity of life in a good way. I found my mind, voice, and soul all aligned. I began to acquire knowledge easily. I read ecstatically. I found out that I had an engaging and intellectual mind that had not been touched by the k-12 academia that tried to teach me.

I don’t think we can continue to live in an existential conflicting reality. Yet in these such moments when the existential happens.  This is where we can find our authentic self. I am incredibly grateful!!


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“…child psychologist Bruno Bettelheim believed that fairy tales help children cope with their existential anxieties and dilemmas.”



Bubbles. Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’


While sitting in my computer room I heard a lady screaming. In a fire windy weaving voice yelling,

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!!”

The car raced by my home. Oldest son heard it too. It was not directed at us, but we did catch it in passing.

Last night while watching reruns of Ancient Aliens I came upon one old image I’ve studied and another that I did not know about. The flower of Life and Leonardo da Vinci’s long-lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

The flower of Life means many things but the one meaning I love best is that it represents the universe.

The Christ portrait is fascinating. I am amazed by a sphere he is holding. An interfaith symbol that other religious masters hold as well.

Two mystical round bubbles or circles of insight came together in my mind.  Because Leonardo da Vinci shows the Flower of Life in his works, I found this an interesting point of reflection and study.

So, I did my own improvisation and put the flower of Life in the bubble sphere. It was fun to do.

I hope the lady who was screaming will have a better day then she seemed to be having.


Flower of Life Symbol


Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bubble/

Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’



Flower Of Life

THE MOODY BLUES TO BE INDUCTED INTO THE ROCK & ROLL HALL OF FAME IN 2018

http://www.moodybluestoday.com/moody-blues-inducted-rock-roll-hall-fame-2018/

Maybe it all ready happened…congratulations…

A Daily “Fuck” Gazette The Untouchable Bastard ?

An Untouchable Bastard…?

Maybe not but we will see. The stereotype of  abuse by federal leadership !  Everyone to blame but me. So sick that we at Flopside Comics had to do a little “You’re a Bastard Editorial…”

Mr. Dang says,

“I’ll push your self-indulging wang of the table …any dame tame….!”

I guess it all comes down to this, that no one with any good sense or decency really wants to work with the Trump White House. A world of fucking decadence and scummity ! (New word )



Remember Flopside Comics are stupid like the flawed human experience and we can make fun of it cause it sucks!

The bass / guitar a punk standard

Punk Rock Historian, colleague and professional consultant.

Hudley flipside



A dollop for your reading pleasure from 1984 fans. Taken from the letter section of Flipside Fanzine Lee Issue # 44, 1984. We published 7 issues in 1984.  This tape is dedicated to all the Los Angeles Glitter Scene  women who became the foundation of an early punk rock scene…and to Pat Fear for his Flipside theme song.

LIVE Public Image Ltd. from Flipside Videos !!

the missing 10 % is unclassified, SNFU or part of the X-files.. so go screw!


The punker band Detox came into my focus today. Also, someone asked on Facebook if punk rock is dead. I think of punk as a genre of music, as a standard, like Jazz. It keeps playing on.

For me it is about one song to the next. That is what I based My Punkalullaby Journals about. Punk is all about a song, an experience, and friends. Or I learned from much suffering colleagues.

So, I guess if all the punk standards die, and all experiences of punk, and all your punk family of friends die… then it is dead. Or you die it is dead.

If you play what you like to hear it is not dead. One can go anywhere to experience punk. Music blaring though your headphones, at a show, or at a big festival. (I shudder at the thought) That is just my preference.

Punk music is like playing back memories or experiences that I have had. Punkers. We all live at our own standard of punk whether it be past, present, or creatively in the future… I tend to jump around to… hanging at one place more than others. I do not consider myself a punk anymore, but I have had my share of the 10% punk experience.

There is a continuity of that kind of experience in my life.

My favorite standard of punk are two bands. Detox and [Charged] GBH! The Bass & guitar of Steve and Tony and of Ross and Jock is the best. Anytime I hear a song by either band their sounds make me happy to be alive. All those wild confused good feelings come back of belonging to a family of punks over time and space.

I just feel fucking great…. thank you…. that bass guitar sound punk standard …. The best of the best…. Good, glorious and makes me feel GREAT!



Punk Rock Museum Flipside Cartoon Issue



Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Strauss)

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  1. Einleitung, oder Sonnenaufgang (Introduction, or Sunrise)
  2. Von den Hinterweltlern (Of Those in Backwaters)
  3. Von der großen Sehnsucht (Of the Great Longing)
  4. Von den Freuden und Leidenschaften (Of Joys and Passions)
  5. Das Grablied (The Song of the Grave)
  6. Von der Wissenschaft (Of Science and Learning)
  7. Der Genesende (The Convalescent)
  8. Das Tanzlied (The Dance Song)
  9. Nachtwandlerlied (Song of the Night Wanderer)


One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Prologue 5

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Rest in skate heaven

Turning 65 is all about going to visit the chiropractor. It was the pogoing or the slam pit that done me in.

Sitting in the coffee joint and listening to the retired men talk about how they read the obituary section every day made my dancing john and I laugh. It isn’t funny when it is a comrade from days long gone by.

Like Julie of Sin 34.

I remember asking her once a question when we first met. She was the talk of the town. She was bright, a girl skater and was a singer of a punk rock band.

“So, you skateboard?”  I asked her.

“Ha Ha Ha… do I skateboard, yes on a board, but I think you mean do I skate!”

Two generations merging in a scene where terms changed fast. It was never easy confronting and talking to punks.

Julie laughed loud and held her own in a scene that had some tough competition.

Boys everywhere.

I captured her voice in a little article called Feminine Influences we published in Los Angeles Flipside issue 39.

Our six-year anniversary issue.



Rest in skate heaven. Julie!!


Feminine Influences Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 39 Aug/83




edited 4/6/23