Datura, New wave chicken and the Bell Creek part of the LA River…
The white and lavender-tinted, trumpet-shaped bloom of the Sacred Datura promises a fairyland of delicate beauty, moths, butterflies, long-tongued bees, hummingbirds and magical moonlit nights. It gives rise to some of the plant’s other names, for instance, Angel’s Trumpet, Moon Lily, Moon Flower or Belladonna (beautiful lady).
After putting gas in my little green number (Fiat) and shopping at Trader Joe’s, I drove down Sherman Way along Bell Creek! I heard a loud “helloing” from some beautiful Datura flowers! I did not have my cell! I would have to come back later for a picture! I was flying to my po box! I only visit it now and then when business is ripe.
I opened it to a pile of advertisements! I pulled them out very disappointed!
Then I heard,
“wait you are just in time!”
The mail person handed me my new, new wave chicken Volume Seven, The Baseball and Ramones Issue! A good moment! I don’t get them as much as I once did!
I dropped the groceries home, and my little green number pulled me up to the flowers and I took some pics!
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Deaths occur that take on broad eerie symbolism in the collective pages of social history – think about the passing of Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison in 1970 and 1971, or of Kurt Cobain in 1994. Or remember the Kent State massacre? Or the beginning of the murder spree of that iconic dark-Scorpio figure, Jack the Ripper. All those deaths occurred with Jupiter in the sign of the Scorpio. – Steven Forrest, Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017
How many of us have been directly inspired by these musical geniuses: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain?
I know I have as well as saddened by their deaths. The mystery of losing them at the peak of their youthful talent. Their music plays on.
I know why I am pulled in their direction because I have Jupiter in the 12th house in the sign of Libra.
My birth chart is playing with me now. Telling me why I like mysteries, rebels, and depth psychology. I have viewed my own Doppelganger and such music as theirs, made me more aware of the collective Doppelganger!
Jung teaches us that one can go to the underworld of shadows and join in the collective unconscious but to stay there as an artist is the ultimate big mistake.
If not for Carl Jung, William Blake and James Hillman I may not have made it into the 1990s. So, I am very grateful for their help and wisdom. Also, their knowledge of myths that they share is fun and life changing. Grand teachers.
I think the above quote and the article Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017, by Steven Forest is just what I needed and so I am writing about it and sharing it here for others. Also, I am sharing my renderings of ancient images of the moon and sun.
In times of chaos, we only need to go within to seek the light! It is ironic but that is where we can find the sun and the moon. The light that crescendos and ascending takes us out of the too much darkness that we sometimes face.
I do hold in my mind and heart the dignity of what women, as Gloria Steinem, brought to the table.
I was trying hard to bite my tongue on this one. Yet, I cannot. Because he was a big part of my growing up. A culture that is dying out and being replaced by another. A few years ago, my oldest son was 14. He got some slippers and a bath robe for a Christmas present. Being the lazy conflicting son as he was, he decided to go to both his grandparents’ Christmas celebrations dressed comfortably. He sat around mostly. He put up with the adults and ate lots of food and relaxed. Grandmother CC laughed when she first viewed him and said,
“You look like Hugh Hefner!”
“Who is that?”
The adults laughed and we soon enough described Hugh’s character and personality. A hip he man from another generation or two or three.
I grew up with an adjoining BOYS room next to mine. They got a pool table, stereo and had a stack of Playboys under the pool table. My friends and I would often look at the naked ladies. At 12 I had no idea of what it was all about. I did think it strange. As I got older and my brothers moved out the Playboy magazines ended up in a box under the pool table. My first boyfriend found them while we played pool listening to the Beatle’s White Album. I felt jealous but he said he liked reading the editorials and enjoyed cartoonist Gahan Wilson. I read the editorials, and interviews, and enjoyed the comics as well.
Then as I grew up and became a self-conscious woman, I realized the hypocrisy of Hugh and his magazine. The desire for women as objects for masturbation. It sickened me. I could not figure out why women did this either. It all came down to money, fame, and fortune.
When I became aware of Gloria Steinem’s exposé Undercover as A Playboy Bunny, I was sickened with what some women did for money.
Years went by and then came the film Fight Club. I did not read the book. The film helped me to understand men better. I know that men and women have a different idea of what love and sex is. I don’t confront the issue anymore. I look the other way.
It is a golden green cool morning in the San Fernando Valley. The feel of autumn is delightful to my soul. The earth in cold to my feet. A clean fresh feeling is in the air. There is a Café in LA that is also experiencing this lovely weekend as well.
As I was experiencing some creative endeavors at DROMEBOX LABS I stopped by the Zapotec Café right near by.
The Zapotec Café is having a Fundraiser.
Sunday September 24… 2017!
11 AM – 4 PM
Also Today check out the Zapotec Cafe’s DROMEBOX LABS SPECIAL PRESENTATION !!
TAKE A LOOK
Help support a yummy entrepreneurial business that supports their community, or just show up and enjoy the celebration, food and art.
Lewis McAdams: In those days cool was a survival mechanism.
I made a mistake. I thought the cover was of Bob Mould of Husker Du but instead is Ed Crawford, aka ed fROMOHIO from Firehose. Thanks goes to We Got Power: David Markey. Makes sense to me…
Big Frank asked Al if I was on the cover of issue number 50. He seemed a bit bugged. Al said no that is ed fROMOHIO of Firehose, they have an interview in the issue by Jon Mastumoto. It was our July 1986 issue. Purple cover ta boot. I saw no resemblance besides being a Noisy Cat. We were pleased with the cover.
Comrades of fanzine Ink Disease put up their interview with, “the Du” and so I felt a need to join in today. So many bands, fans, and contributors galore. Like I said before, there were many hands in the cookie jar. When we lose a friend from that tight matrix of friends of the punk scene, we naturally mourn our loss, but we also share in their brilliance! When they lived with us on this short earth adventure. Wild music and rebellious dear friends, Grant Hart you are one of the cool guys.
Last Sunday I met up with an author, S. W. Lauden, who told me he became a writer because of his first published item in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine in the mid ’80s. It is good to hear inspirational stories. I was happy to know that. A nice continuity even though I did not guess that punk rock would find me at an event dedicated to Lewis McAdams in celebration with Friends of the Los Angeles River.
SW LAUDEN: We exchanged our work…
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Page Three
People talk about anarchy And taking up a fight Well I’m afraid of things like that I lock my doors at night I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage Other peoples’ lives I don’t practice what you preach And I won’t see through your eyes
You want to change the world By breaking rules and laws People don’t do things like that In the real world at all You’re not a cop, or a politician You’re a person too You can sing any song you want But you’re still the same
I can’t think of anything That makes me more upset People talk all this rhetoric Forgive but not forget I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage Other peoples’ lives I don’t practice what you preach And I won’t see through your eyes
The wild ways of being young,
Not caring about anything,
No reflection or ambition,
Blind eye gratification,
Lacking ways more brilliant,
Dirt in toes,
Grassy butt,
Bloody elbow and broken weeds.
Wild, wild, wild wonder.
I am using voice recognition. It’s a bit slow but I think it will get better. I like talking and writing. The words are slow and more thoughtful. Continuing projects is how I enjoy my life. A poem above about being wild and young.
“Whatever! Now if he starts the draft again I can just say I am transgender.”
I was blank-faced and said,
“Ha, Ha, Ha…. brilliant!”
Pink Hat Mr. Fuck … got a hard on for you Mr. Dump! In or out of the military…. more normal troops for the generals to kill with. Oh boy that means we get the good stuff here in the general Republic…
The repetition of images is good propaganda… and we here at Flopside Comics are guilty of that. We hope it rams down your subconscious and does some fruitfulness. Remember to be more than an asshole.
Upon the wall in our bedroom is a large print from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Blake. It is framed in a golden frame and we have had it for some 15 years. I love Puck. Today I bring together a little image play with music and Fairies Dancing.
To Oberon and Titania and Puck… how many times have I danced with you in a circle … oh again today as well!
There are lots of pros and cons about the past solar eclipse. I think it is cool. I did not go to see it. There are plenty of beautiful images online to see. I can think of eclipses in my life though. One of them was Joe Strummer. His voice had an eclipse on my feelings as a youngster. As for many others, he changed our lives! Their first 1977 LP The Clash pushed all the right bottoms and was special for many underground characters. His voice woke me from my slumber. I experienced them at the Santa Monica Civic on their first US tour, Wow!
It has been forty years and he still moves through my heart. All those feelings; to be authentic, real, and alive. To create things uniquely and roughly with your own hands. Forty years of punk rock and I completed my four Punk@lullabys ! My Big celebration! I reached my goal and it worked out as I planned.
It feels good to know that my celebration is more an inward accomplishment for a punk ideology that still pulls through my heart as Joe still does.
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.
Dr. Jacques Vallée
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 the 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?
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.
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.
I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….
Flopside comics is proud to continue on the next volume of ten editions of “FUCK” Gazettes. “Fart News” is the smelly echo of the word that is heard around the world. Volume two number one is a reflective piece of fart journalism.
A dualistic pause from the past into the present political drama! Yes, here at Flopside comics we memories quotes of our dear friend Thomas Paine. His good vibrations are close around.
His words echo in the moments of history that still speak to the noble of mind and heart. Pity the other fool that talks of truths…which he doesn’t even come close to saying in all his “tweetrums,” in fact Trump is an asshole… so there you go… that is fart news at its best. So go blow one and remember to be more than an asshole!!
Mr. SHIt’s political collage above but I think he got the generations mixed up with the song from the musical Hair… but I think he gets it… his eyes are open.
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
~Hermann Hesse
My Punkalullaby Journals, one through four, are now included in one paperback book for sale at Amazon.
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine is not forgotten.
This was my concern in 2004 when I began my memoir about the punk scene I was passionately involved with. That Flipside Fanzine would be forgotten. How many punk rock books are now being sold today that mention Flipside? Enough to satisfy me. My Punk@lullaby Journals, one through four, are part of this memory. As I repeatedly say,
“There are many stories from the big punk rock. Mine is just one of them. Mine is a complimentary edition to read alongside the big punk rock books out there!”
My Punk@lullaby Journals share in the tapestry of the whole worth of what the original Los Angeles punk scene was and has now become! Yes, I have heard the echoes of
“Another old punk rock story.”
This is ok for me to hear now! I can,
“Transform it into something of value!”
It is good for an elder to share stories about life. This is an ancient archetype that I have taken on.
I did approach others to have my book published. I answered my need to publish it by doing it myself. All that I learned from the original punk scene was available to me. My mind and soul, a computer and printer and a bedroom converted into an office. The integrity of Flipside Fanzine shines through these little numbers I call journals.
All four journals I published myself. I am happy! As I move into turning sixty, I have done something of value by completing my project. I now share my journals with the public. I was close to thirty when I left the original punk scene! That terrifying year was 1989. Yes, all that first Saturn return, and second Saturn return jazz is happening as I write this post now. A continuity that I also share for those that study the oldest of synchronicity wise sciences.
My stories are not perfect stories. If you desire to buy one, or all four, I hope while reading and reflecting on my stories you will find some fair value for yourself. It was an extraordinary time, and we were wild free journalists documenting a scene. No one told us what to do.
We were punks publishing a punk ‘zine. We were running with a tight but growing punk scene. Nobodies from an underground culture. All individuals were unique yet part of a community of rebellious friends. I still endure the punk scene and it is my curse to embrace.
Click on Image to buy all four Journals in a Paperback.
Today I will snack on black beans. Cooked up with fresh Anaheim green peppers and onions. Also some fresh cabbage with olive oil , honey and hot sauce. Alongside this are small sweet potatoes baked with honey, salt & pepper and Mrs. Dash’s lemon hot spice.
Reflecting this summer in my cave I am researching and thinking about everything. I have my products for sale and I have many articles, music and many offers for free. It is a good time in my life.
One of the lovely muses to inspire us all… we may snack on for inspiration, image by Hudley
I also snack on learning things. I focus on politicians, artists and astrology. I snack on Facebook and WordPress. I go outside and I snack on the beauty of nature. A share,orportion, of my life I can see what my boys are up to or what the cats are doing. I snack on humor!
I snack on foresight and inspirations of what my fruitful future might be. I also snack on good films and the news. I snack on my career and homemaking skills.
I will avoid unhealthy snacks today of all kinds. Yet, sometimes they are too damn fun to ignore.
A layperson’s study of William Blake and other reflections….
“The darkness of our world
Is not knowing and understanding;
Light can only come, when we
Make it our business to find it.”
~ Socrates ca. 470-399 B.C.
“A vision of the Last Judgement. It is an endeavor to restore what the ancients call the Golden Age.”
The above image is the star goddess. She is part of the earth and the sky. She is like many images of justice, Aquarius and the golden stars of the night sky. I find she is an archaic image that echoes of a Golden Age. If you do much reading of myths or ancient stories, you’ll find the Golden Age mentioned there.
Astraea is the bright star that reveals our insight into the Golden Age. She is needed in helping to restore our “universal humanity.” Of brighter days ahead in the dark times we face.
As Virgil says,
“Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign”
And maybe she does. Like a spiral the same and something different. The continuity of the stars and planets in the cosmos reflect in our watery psyche. If we become aware of this, very possibly, hopefully and surely, the two circles of psyche and cosmos meet within us. We will find the bright star there.
Albion William Blake
“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.
Albion Rose!!
“Here Albion as shown as a joyful and vigorous young man freeing himself from the shackles of materialism. In Blake’s world view, Albion could still be saved by the triumph of individual liberty, imagination and spirituality over social, political and religious oppression.”
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My visit to the Los Angeles Getty Museum to see William Blake~ A short Documentary by Hudley Flipside
Polarized situation that is confusing on both sides… yet there is something going on behind closed doors. The Swamp Hotel, Trump D.C. outpost… is not telling us what is happening. No schedules and secret green doors. “I can’t recall” and propaganda on both sides. Again this is how we the people are being polarized.
“…But we should realize that both the alcoholic and the bodhisattva are yearning for (and with the Bodhisattva actually working for) a situation in which individual egos are not separate…”
The triumph of working with Neptune is waking up to the quote above with a triumphant calling to move forward.
It scares me to read the above quote. I like my independence and introverted ways. To know that all egos are not separate is good as long as we are not to packed together.
Maybe working together for a common cause is better! A call of integrity is a call of the human spirit to right wrongs. These are more, my way of seeing it.
