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Beto O’Rourke Badges…

A few Flopside Comic  people asked us to do some badges of our buddy Beto O’Rourke… so we did. Mr. Dang got to it… image, scan and badges in the little old computer bedroom of creative delight…

Beto


 

 


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?”


On my mind when i woke up….


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.


https://www.facebook.com/events/2180430575536192/?notif_t=event_calendar_create&notif_id=1535937037942310


Daily Fuck Gazette Jared is a donkey’s behind…

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.



Pancakes… in the hot oil…

Trump’s lawyers are in the hot oil… they have ruined their bright

reputations !!

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 !!!!


Daily Fuck Gazette Babbbbbbay! Summer Funnies

Flopside cOmics supports the political satire of ‘Trump Baby’ blimp to fly over London.’ On Friday the 13th, 2018.



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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Four Flopside Bubblegum cOmic editions that challenge the status quo…. dripping dropping satire political cartoons…



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

https://hudleyflipside.com/bubble-gum-flopside-comics-only-two-buck-each/

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Summer pit… looking for Dulcinea ?

Griffith Observatory

It feels heavy this summer. We went and got our first donuts in months. One from Blinkys and it was OK. Been going there for 27 years and the place is not holding up to it’s once high standards. Too expensive. They use Pine Sol now and it smells more like an old sleazy bar than a donuts galore bakery. The corner of Topanga Canyon / Dumetz is not holding up either. Not the place of red-hot love, hippies hitchhiking or getting a cold tall glass bottle of Doctor Pepper on the way to the Whisky A Go GO to see some small time punk bands of a small town punk scene.

I guess my Muses are in the South of France this summer leaving me dry as the sun here this summer.

Anyway while looking through some old pictures on my computer I came across the images above. A little inspiration form the cosmos … that can do it somethings.  Oh ya and a song from the film Man of La Mancha !


 

The song Alfie

Here’s a song that had me hocked since 1966 at 8 years old. Now a classic Jazz standard. One of those songs that moves through my life and enhances the human experience. Making life lovable in troubling times. The original film Alfie is a sweet film with major dangerous life lesson learned. Michael Caine is beautiful. Shelly Winters’s character is one that I can now relate to more thoroughly in my feminine older years. The song Alfie is a deep and reflective song. Originally song by Cher when she was a rather unknown street singer/ musician. Yes, they, “Sony & Cher,” did hang out with Rodney Bingenheimer. Who cares after all these years.

“The title song, “Alfie”, written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, was sung by Cher over the film’s closing credits in the US release. It became a hit for British singer Cilla Black (Millicent Martin sang Alfie on its British release) and for Madeline Eastman and Dionne Warwick. Numerous jazz musicians have covered it and it has become a jazz standard.”

Here is an interesting example or another jazz standard interpretation that I found lovely of the song Alfie.

The Gals and Michael Caine in Alfie (1966)


Alfie (by David K. Mathews featuring Amikaeyla) from DAVID MATTHEWS — Fantasy Vocal Sessions Vol.1 Standards released 2018.

A song for the heart. Always good to hear.

 



https://www.jazzmusicarchives.com/album/david-matthews/fantasy-vocal-sessions-vol1-standards

Creative fiat FUN !

How this all came together is a current event of our times. Alchemical symbols and studies is something I do. I have worked with images and ancient insights for years. Not always understanding the full meanings yet trying to embrace them with a current and contemporary heart and mind-set. I believe as the ancient Egyptian taught, that to understand these ancient alchemical symbols one must “think with the heart and feel with the mind.”

A Grand Trine is a call to see the influence of cosmic realities. To observe the world around oneself and try to make sense of it. Azoth is “all-inclusiveness and the spiritual ray of Neptune which is the higher octave of Mercury.

I feel we are all in this together even if we believe it or not.


Neptune Retrograde 2018

“… Neptune stations retrograde shows a Grand Trine aspect pattern with Mercury, Jupiter retrograde and Neptune. The fortunate trine aspects create a balanced and harmonious blend of the planetary energies. Grand trines are very fortunate, showing great natural talent and creative potential. However, without some desire and effort the potentials may never be realized. But the more challenging nature of the two planets in retrograde give the motivation needed to turn opportunity into success. There are also fixed stars with each planet that energize this grand trine.

~https://astrologyking.com/neptune-retrograde/


 

I’ve been working with this  image for some time. I put my praying mantis spin on the study. The alchemical symbol below is based on a sixth century woodcut from the series in Basil Valentine’s Azoth. Neptune is speaking mighty loudly… I think we all might listen!


Praying mantis Azoth. The first and last letters of our classical languages. “Alpha” – “omega”


A hierarchy of Neptune. Azoth is the measureless spirit of life. The original spiritual fiery water come through Eden (vapor) and pours itself into the four main rivers of four elements. “Elixir-vitae.”  The spine, a gas that is like steam which may be condenses when exposed to outside atmosphere. But may also be super-heated by the fire of purification and regeneration and become a brilliant and luminous fire.

“Between the gods and the plant kingdom stands man, a being endowed with intelligence, creative power and free-will to use it for good or ill.  Between the chaste plant and the pure spiritual gods who both turn their whole creative power upward towards the light.”

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Mother’s Eyes

(this is a post about our humanity and is not political!!)

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Taking children from their parents is what is happening at this time and place in the United States. It bothers me terrible. I think about the loss of my own two parents over the last ten years. The grieving is done. There is still a place in my mind and heart that will always miss them. My parents were in my life for over 50 years. I remember lying in bed at night as a babe thinking, ” what would I ever do if I lost either one of my parents!?” I would cry alone at night. Maybe this is what we all go through as children in our imagination? A reality for many children now in our country!!

Yesterday oldest son came home from his third week from his new job. I ran and greeted him outside. Under the olive tree I looked into his eyes and smiled. We talked and he was happy to have the weekend off. His eyes were a beautiful green. I remember that color ! The same color as my mother’s eyes. As a mother it is a wonder to see my mother’s face echoing in my son’s face!

I wrote a poem for mother about her eyes. I wound like to share.

Entitled Mother’s Eyes. Written 12/87.


Something in my mother’s eyes
told me something more!
Something in her wondering words
as we walked downstairs
Passing the front door.

Her eyes, her eyes!!
Her peace,
I felt,
She talked of crystals as spiritual,
She talked about protecting and caring
for her son and another son’s wife
I saw her and felt her smell the roses L’Amour.

I drive away from her
going to a place
she has visited before
I wondered about a ghostly her
that I never saw before.

In her eyes, her eyes
green crystals
dulled and well-rounded
as pupils are
I almost started crying
seeing the wet tears
which never left
the whites of her eyes.

Her eyes, her eyes
told me something more
then the simple room there knew
Her eyes told me of new feelings
which words can’t capture
and fear brings in its true meaning.

Her eyes and fear and lots of love
could it be I’m capturing
her soul shape
a dove?

The little secrets she threw my way,
silly me,
I bet she knows me
past, present, and future days.

I don’t know whether to be happy or cry,
All because of her eyes, her eyes.


Oldest son had an invisible friend that soon disappeared as he grew up. “Beek Owl” was a large bird that watched over him and talked to him. I tried to capture Beek’s image as son described him. We did not have much back then to create with. Some cardboard and a few watercolors for arty farty projects. I made a stencil of Beek Owl so I could always remember him.


“Beek Owl is winking at me.” said son.