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 !!!!
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Tagged Art, current-events, entertainment, Flopside Comics, Hudley Flipside, Oral Tradition, postaday, Underground
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…
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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Tagged Alternative music, Art, Daily Prompt, Flopside Comics, Hudley Flipside, Oral Tradition
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 !
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
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Tagged Alfie, Art, beauty, films, Goddess and Home, Jazz Standard, postaday, Women
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 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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Tagged Alchemical symbols, Art, AZOTH, beauty, current-events, Depth Psychology, Esoteric, Goddess and Home, Oral Tradition, postaday, Praying Mantis
(this is a post about our humanity and is not political!!)
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.
Doe: a deer, a female deer, alludes to the first solfège syllable, do.
Ray: a drop of golden sun [i.e. a narrow beam of light or other radiant energy], alludes to the second solfège syllable, re.
Me: a name I call myself [i.e. the objective first-person pronoun], alludes to the third solfège syllable, mi.
Fa’ [i.e. “far”]: a long long way to run,” alludes to the fourth solfège syllable, fa.
Sew: [the verb for] a needle pulling thread,” alludes to the fifth solfège syllable, sol.
La, the sixth solfège syllable, lacking a satisfactory homophone (see below), is directly referred to in the song as a note to follow so[l].
Tea: a drink with jam and bread [i.e. the popular hot beverage made by steeping tea leaves in boiling water], alludes to the seventh solfège syllable, ti.
Hugo Wolf1, 3 March 1860 – 22 February 1903) was an Austrian composer
I wish I could sing well. In the 1990s I received my AA in Humanities. This gave me an option to take some fun courses. Do some risky stuff. I took two vocal courses. One was basic, ‘learn how to sing’, with all the fancy techniques like breathing from the diaphragm. Singing ‘do re mi fa sol la ti do’ repeatedly with one single breath was not easy.
I endured the class and sang the song Blue Moon as my final project. I sang the original “Blue Moon” a classic popular song written by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart in 1934. When I joined the chorus as part of a class requirement. I knew my singing was not class “A” stock. We had to perform for Los Angeles Valley College’s Christmas celebrations. I was in the first Christmas sinning group. After we sang I heard a mumble from the audience…, “OK now we will hear the real singers in the next choir singing Christmas music !”
So, I tortured myself and took the next music class that went from learning only how to sing: to singing operettas in German, Italian and French? I really went all out when I decided to sing my final song written by Hugo Wolf. ‘Heut Nacht erhob ich mich um Mitternacht?’ or Last night I rose at midnight.
My wings melted! My voice and confidence as well. I left the course before finals because the class was too much for me. Sometimes a good challenge is about the process of just trying. I did find Hugo Wolf!
If I could sing a song. Like a sexy noir dame. It would be the song below.
Last night I rose at midnight, Because my heart had furtively stole away, I asked heart: where are you rushing so furiously? It spoke: only to see you, had it run away, Now see how it must be with my love; My heart escapes from my breast to see you.
In music, solfège (/ˈsɒlfɛʒ/,[1] also US: /sɒlˈfɛʒ/, French: [sɔl.fɛʒ]) or solfeggio (/sɒlˈfɛdʒioʊ/, Italian: [solˈfeddʒo]), also called sol-fa, solfa, solfeo, among many names, is a music education method used to teach pitch and sight singing of Western music
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.”
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….
https://hudleyflipside.com/bubble-gum-flopside-comics-only-two-buck-each/
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Tagged Alternative music, Art, Depth Psychology, Flopside Comics, postaday, Women
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.
“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
Here comes the summer solstice. Always an intense time. Retrospective action is a key to this time of the year. Our sun shows no mercy. The flowers and birds seem content for now.
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 still 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. This is why I love Blake’s work.
http://www.freemeditation.com/videos/2014/11/06/jerusalem-by-william-blake/
Retrospective
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