Prepare my own paints

2384_63562447779_552952779_2166357_7891_n — Hudley The Jester 2006

“I have a different idea of elegance. I don’t dress like a fop, it’s true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven’t washed away. I’m always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper than the finest mustache, and when I walk among men, I make truths ring like spurs.”

― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

Years ago, when I read Cyrano de Bergerac, I have attended to his words with passion. It makes it hard for me to dress. But I dress in a comfortable honest fashion. Since I was a child, I have always loved boots, hats, and jackets.

Always containing and holding the passion of my soul within them. Until I read Rostand’s book, I never knew that there was someone else that saw fashion as I do. Words too are a type of clothing for me with the same regards as “I hold my soul erect.”

The creative process as well. Ideas and passions are “deeds as ribbons.” I tend to make a mockery of what is cool or fashionably beautiful. “Threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven’t washed away.”

Green or black tennis shoes, straight leg pants and t-shirts and my Jester outfits hanging in my closet are my “different idea of elegance.” Inside me are goals that do not aspire to the latest fashions but instead inspire to the sensations of my mind, heart, and soul.

I have been thinking about William Blake a lot lately. If I could address the inspiration of his “thought body” and “creative soul,” I would dress like him because this is what pulls me. The perfection of his creative dress. I ponder on this and think about how it might be possible to dress to that place of his soul? To be covered by such a sensational creative sense of fashion?

“Blake was not just the author. He also illustrated it, engraved the entire text and the pictures by hand on copper plates, printed it, and hand-colored every copy so that no two were alike. He had even developed the process by which his books were produced and had prepared his own paints.” *

Sad to say here I do dress like a “Fop.”

Yet I am trying to better myself. You see Blake and Bergerac inspire me to make my “truths ring like spurs.” Did I get that right…??

*Enjoying “The Book of Thel” by William Blake Ed Friedlander, M.D. http://www.pathguy.com/thel.htm

old song that still seems fresh and new??? How can this be??

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/new-sensation/

BBQ of beans

Man Flower Stencil By Holly

Family mornings move. Cook up the range free chicken. Eat the leftover from My Brothers BBQ of beans and coleslaw. Watching a science program on TV. Oldest son changed it from the Jazz I was listening to. Arguments over “soul and mathematics” leaves me steaming.

Facebook is my get away. Music, friends and “Happy New Year.” Happiness, sadness, and achievements; or shows to go to. Pictures reflecting always make me smile. I can see what friends are doing, have done, or their goals and resolutions.

“Overcome by stupor, I turned back to my guide The way a little child will always run To the place where he is most trusting;… I stood like one who stifles in himself The sharp trust of desire and does not dare To ask, for fear he might be asking too much. And the largest and most luminous Of those pearls came forward to satisfy My curiosity concerning it.”

Paradise 22 PG. 86 The Divine Comedy, DANTE

Here on the threshold of a new year I read from a book that satisfies my soul even if my oldest son does not believe in his…yet.

Conductor 71

“I fell in love because of your mistake”

A Matter between Life and Death is an excellent film from 1946. One I recommend for the holidays. This film has some strange and lovelorn characters, my favorite being Conductor 71. He is an angel or appointed heavenly being / worker who makes an error, or does he? His character is whimsical and deliciously androgynous.

“One is starved for Technicolor up there…what a night for love.”

I think Johnny Depp stole from this character in his impersonation of Willy Wonka.

The soundtrack is provocative. This film crosses the line, holding a relationship between life and death; space and time. Moments of surrealism and logical deduction pull this film onward. There are elements that address the blending of culture and intelligence; via history, politics and the game of chess. One book is exchanged between the dead and the living.

My Best Games of Chess 1908 – 1937, Alexander Alekhine

A Matter between Life and Death answers the question, “…what sort of people are American Citizens.?”

“A bunch of men getting their wings for dying in WWII.”

Marius Goring as Conductor 71

Pretty remarkable! The beautiful pink rose that blooms throughout this story is love. How the simple tear of a loving woman moves heaven when placed on his rose. The master of L’AMOUR an irresistible French cupid named Conductor 71.

Times of our fight for light… Jai guru deva om !

In response to

Donald “Jackass” Trump

I am not perfect. I am trying to do the best that I can in the face of hate, betrayal and war. Yet there are times where we must make a stand, and this is mine today.

Justice is a paradoxical animal and quotes from poets / visionaries heal a troubled world.

*Acts of compassion:*

“And what will explain to you what the steep path is? It is the freeing of a (slave) from bondage; or the giving of food in a day of famine to an orphan relative, or to a needy in distress. Then will he be of those who believe, enjoin fortitude and encourage kindness and compassion.”

Chapter 90, Verses 12-17 Holy Qur’an Quote

Leaping times of resistance and change …

In the Creative Process:

“Make your obstructions or limitations productive by stimulating greater intensity of thought and a deeper sense of spiritual freedom”

~ The William Blake Tarot Cards

Super-Sheroes

One can view the original BAUBO PROTAGONIST in the collection of art on-line via Super-Sheroes. Below is the second and the third is on the way. Thanks goes to Flopside Comics and Mr. Fuck who is my all time muse and general asshole… and to the Hags!!

It is a good thing to have the opportunity to be supported in this way. Take a view and have some fun.

That woman walk … A dip thing…

My favorite Marilyn Monroe film is Clash by Night. It is a rather unknown film Noir with leading lady Barbara Stanwyck. The reason I like this film is because Marilyn’s character is so good. She is charming, sexy, cute, and loyal. The beginning of a great dramatic actress. There are some remarkable scenes shared by Barbara and Marilyn. One particular scene I love is when they do a walk tight together.

They connect and do a deep dip walk with long strides. As if the whole world disappears and it is just them on stage. Real vaudeville bump and grind.

Defiantly affirming their place in the world. It makes me cry and feel as if I could join right in. In general, their relationship portrayed in this film seems good, playful, and accepting; the older actress making way for the younger one.

I enjoy studying Barbara Stanwyck’s films Noir. They have that dip into the dark side of reality that is pulling at all the right emotions. There is nothing like her type of Film Noir.

Kamakiri

“It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.”John Steinbeck ~ The Log from the Sea of Cortez,

Kamakiri praying mantis (Japanese)

While cleaning the pool,

brushing the autumn leaves away,

I looked down to see Kamakiri !

Silently floating.

Away to the stars goes this pearl !

So current a message,

symbolic and ritualistic,

of a little green body

acknowledging this season.

Sociology of Punk Rock Presentation for Whittier College

Punk rock Memorial Day… this is one of my first presentations and it just happened to be at Whittier college.

I presented this at Whittier College, a place that holds special significance, as it is in celebration of the very roots where Flipside was created and published. Nestled within the little sleepy town of Whittier, California, known as the home of Richard Nixon and once a thriving Quaker farming community, the essence of this town is steeped in history. Underneath the nice façade of this quaint little community were some rebels with a musical cause, fiercely enthusiastic about the sounds that resonated from the underground.

A handful of guys and gals, driven by their love for music, came together to challenge the status quo and creatively made things happen in a unique way, pushing boundaries and inspiring others. Anyhow, this is not just a recollection but the ongoing story of my time served, a lazy yet impactful little folktale about Flipside Fanzine that captures the spirit of a unique era in music and community, where art and rebellion intertwined seamlessly, leaving a lasting legacy that still echoes today.

This is my celebration at Whittier College.

Thanks goes to Jeffrey Gunn and Students who inspired me to present this… and to my children’s children who may want to know what the old woman did when she was a kid. Ha Ha!!

Before using professional software, I relied on PowerPoint for presentations.

Sociology of Punk Rock Presentation

Generation songs…

“Without the awareness of the archetypal in the behavior which gives meaning to the madness, there is nothing left but the secular nomina of psychiatry and comparative sociology”
~James Hillman

If one is caught in the ‘worlds woe’ and madness remember the above quote. And try to find out what it means. For me Stella by Starlight is a wonderful representation of something beholding to my soul. An awareness of the numinous of the archetypal. It brings down my blood pressure and turns up the mystery of creative juices. Lifting me to a safe place of love, romance, and goodness.

My parents’ generation was so romantic. I learned to dance while watching my parents dance to this type of music. My dad told me when he first felt something special for my mom at a college dance. She put her face close to his. He felt the warmth of her face upon his.

Stella by Starlight is one of those songs that soothes one with the romance for life and its mystery, by Jackie Gleason & His Orchestra !

“Stella by Starlight” is a jazz standard written by Victor Young and featured in The Uninvited, a 1944 film released by Paramount Pictures.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stella_by_Starlight

Random Pick Book day is Sunday; “shape the raw creative vision.”

On this Super Full Moon in Pisces where my emotions take over every little hair on my body. I think the long hand of mantis is pulling randomly. A green-golden flash pulls forth a book dusty on the shelve. Portraits and Observations The Essays of Truman Capote. The book is opened to A Voice from a Cloud. I usually only read the first paragraph but so satisfied , my eyes wander with my desire to read two.

“…mysterious, deep, very clear creek…wade and swim in the pure water…”

“One frosty December afternoon I was far from home, walking in a forest along the bank of a mysterious, deep, very clear creek, a route that led eventually to a place called Hatter’s Mill. The mill, which straddles the creek, had been abandoned long ago; it was a place where farmers had brought their corn to be ground into cornmeal. As a child, I’d often gone there with cousins to fish and swim; it was while exploring under the mill that I’d been bitten in the knee by a by a cottonmouth moccasin-precisely as happens to Joel Knox. And now as I came upon the forlorn mill with its sagging silver-gray timbers, the remembered shock of the snakebite returned; and other memories too-of Idabel, or rather the girl who was the counterpart of Idabel, and how we used to wade and swim in the pure waters, where fat speckled fish lolled in sunlit pools; Idabel was always trying to reach out and grab one.” Pg. 283 Par. 2.

“In toto” as a whole : totally or completely

” Excitement-a variety of creative coma-overcame me. Walking home, I lost my way and moved in circles round the woods, for my mind was reeling with the whole book. Usually when a story comes to me, it arrives, or seems to, in toto: a long sustained streak of lighting that darkens the tangible, so-called real world, and leaves illuminated only this suddenly seen pseudo-imaginary landscape, a terrain alive with fingers, voices, rooms, atmospheres, weather. And all of it, at birth, is like an angry, wrathful tiger cub; one must sooth and tame it. Which, of course, is an artist’s principal task: to tame and shape the raw creative vision.” Page 283, Par 3.

ritualistic gesture

Now being presented: The Haggus Society, Edges and Curves July 1 – Sept. 30, 2015

As a ritualistic gesture eating ones power animal, or totem, is practiced globally around the world. I won’t even go down the pew aisle of what the body and blood of Christ is all about. It is an act that empowers us. At church, in the amazon jungle or …wherever the unconscious and the conscious dance that voodoo dance.

Over the years I have done this dance with the Praying Mantis. In a dream I had, there was a bowl of sweet and sour praying mantis soup. Ingesting my totem is ingesting into my conscious mind …my unconscious. I bet that makes you feel like you’re upside down under water. Praying Mantis teaches me about life, death and rebirth. She teaches me about love and the continuity of life. She shows me that family and friends are not as dependable as the sun in the sky or the pattern of the cosmos. Standing tall and silent is a power gesture of her power and I make it my power. Praying Mantis is a beautiful nature colored creature. This art piece is my expression through art of my dream. I used things around the house and the computer to create the piece; cardboard, acrylic, watercolor / photo shop, printer via the computer. Four golden buttons from my mothers collection; items that I touch and use every day. Embracing around the piece is a dark green handmade Paper Mache’ frame made from recycled paper. I like to compose and then compress a lot of information into my essays and art that brings forth an archetype, myth or a thread for the possibility of communication between our mysterious collective unconscious.

http://hudleyflipside.org/my-art-story/

Hope

“A little song on the breeze”
What a gentle little Zephyr
This evening will sigh
Under the pines in the little grove.
And the rest he’ll understand.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
LE NOZZE DI FIGARO
Act III Duetto: “Sull’aria…che Soave Zeffiretto”

“Andy Dufresne: That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you… Haven’t you ever felt that way about music?

Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn’t make much sense in here.

Andy Dufresne: Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don’t forget.

Red: Forget?

Andy Dufresne: Forget that… there are places in this world that aren’t made out of stone. That there’s something inside… that they can’t get to, that they can’t touch. That’s yours.

Red: What’re you talking about?

Andy Dufresne: Hope.”

~The Shawshank Redemption.

The last eight years have been a strange recapitulation for me of my life.

Some esoteric individuals call it a preparation for the “return of Saturn in my natal chart.” It is the time of turning 57 to 60. Yet I have experienced it all the same, in the last eight years.

A couple of years before 2010 is when it started; a need to look back at my youthful rebellion. Now the revival or nostalgia has reached a Peak of the Bell Curve. As a generation feeling, I was not the only one from my generation feeling the same pull. It is all in the song, one note to the next, and it took me back to a time when finding a 45 was not an easy proposition.

Now it is too darn easy.

Authoring a book has lost its charm now because there are so many ‘telling a tale’ or ‘weaving a story ‘of those same rebellious times.

For me it all comes down to the experience. Looking it square in the face and being happy. I am admiring old friends that still hang to the musical notes of rebellion, where some friends /comrades are as warm as the sun and others as cold as death. Yet it is a good journey still to hope for something new without memories.

Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?

Red: No.

Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

~The Shawshank Redemption: Stephen King

Light and the Word

What moved me this morning was the simplicity of two things. The Word and The Light. From a Jungian perspective this can be viewed objectively or subjectively.

Aurea Catena. The Golden (or Homeric) Chain in Alchemy in the series of great wise men [ women], beginning with Hermes Trismegistus, which links earth with heaven.

What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

~ Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 – 1890

“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”

― Helen Keller

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

~ John I King James Bible.

I awoke with this on my mind. I memorized this quote this way from my youth. I have always had a quiet understanding of things. Personal experiences and at times not so easy. Yet it is a ongoing study of culture, religion or belief systems. The secular, atheists or feminists are interesting to listen to too and learn from; which are contrasting and comparable to my own experiences of this question of The Word and the Light.

“Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all — the apathy of human beings.”

― Helen Keller

Dance of the Salamander

My totem

This little creature has the power to sustain fire! Symbolically it is standing tall within the fires of life!

As a totem symbol, that runs throughout many cultures, it is a remarkable one!

Alchemically it is the power of fiery reactions and used with cool water to make steam!

I captured this image over the rooftop of our neighbor’s home across the street. It came so close ! I call this the Woolsey fire Monster! In the center of the fire light I caught this terrible image. Yes we endured a terrifying time ! Trucks were packed up and cats were ready … we were lucky!

The Woolsey Fire was a wildfire that burned in Los Angeles and Ventura Counties of the U.S. state of California. The fire ignited on November 8, 2018.

— in West Hills.

Also known to be by Catherine Blake is this small watercolour, known as: Head “taken from something she saw in the Fire.” 9.7cm x 12.0 cm. It is also from the estate of Geoffrey Keynes, and kept at Fitzwilliam, Cambridge (not on display)

Catherine Blake (née Boucher; 25 April 1762 – 18 October 1831) was the wife of the poet, painter and engraver William Blake, and a vital presence and assistant throughout his life.

Title/s Head ‘taken from something she saw in the fire’ Maker/s : Blake, Catherine (draughtsman) [ULAN info: British painter, 1762-1831] Category: drawing Name : drawing School/Style : British Technique Description : watercolour on paper Dimensions height: 97 mm width: 120 mm Material/s watercolour (medium) paper (support) Accession Number PD.158-1985 (Paintings, Drawings and Prints) (Reference Number: 8853; Input Date: 2000-06-29 / Last Edit: 2010-06-07)

Random Book Pick day…is our Sun’s day, Jokers talk !!

“Believe it or not, authenticity wins out over popularity in the end.” ~ Unknown

From A collection of symbols found when nature and man-made things merge. Hudley Flipside

“At length, sick with longing for those glittering sunset streets and cryptical hill lanes among ancient tiled roofs, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from his mind, Carter resolved to go with bold entreaty whither no man had gone before, and dare the icy deserts through the dark to where unknown Kadath, veiled in cloud and crowned with unimagined stars, holds secret and nocturnal the onyx castle of the Great Ones.” Pg. 165 Par. 2

~ The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H.P. Lovecraft

I never imagined bringing H.P. Lovecraft and Elvis Costello together. Maybe it is because they both represent something lost in my life, such as the wild nature of randomness or the trek it took to find something new. Ones creative spark of unknown possibilities ? It was like galloping the hills of unknown mountains, or driving to new clubs to find ground breaking music. Only needing a loose possibility of familiar faces.

O Grande Amor

“The plane of the solar system is tilted at an almost exactly 60 degrees to the plane of the galaxy so the planets slowly corkscrew their way around the arm of the milky way.”

Pg. 4 ~ A Little Book Of Coincidence In The Solar System by John Martineau

The veil before us sometimes hides the truth within us…

We are the fireworks of our solar system. We break-forth as the lights in the sky with big bangs. Then we die to come-forth again.

Do the patterns in the sky reluctantly move with integrity, if down right constant boredom, in comparison to life on earth?

A cold feeling, deep and enduring

this “corkscrew” we move with…or on….

English Lyrics to song.

Come what may, my friends, there’s always a man for every woman. There will always be a false love you must forget, because it makes you feel like dying. Be that as it may love’s greatness will surely prevail, and when it wins over the heart the one who cried will then forgive.

Venus Image Tonight

An image is manifesting in my life. The flower image of Venus. The image or pattern that the planet Venus makes while traveling around the earth. It have been studied for years and is close to one of our oldest images to be acknowledged throughout the ages of humanity and the planets.

Simple things.

Images recurring, a hair pin found on the ground under the night sky, and image in a dream with a circle drawn around the same flowering pentagram image.

Then comes the Moon, Jupiter and even some Saturn.

I can focus personally on this image or collectively and it makes for something profoundly affirming to me and for others, I am sure of this.

Summer Chick flicks with Richard Gere!!

I am sick of superheroes… which is why I have moved back towards watching film Noir!! The men, like Richard Gere’s characters, are paradoxical, graceful if not down right ugly/ beautiful. They walk between light and shadow and are motivated by hate/love! Real men not fake ones.

A depth in character that slaps the face of my unconscious. I like it that way.

My three favorite Richard Gere films are American Gigolo, Mothman Prophecies and Unfaithful.

It is not just his good looks or notorious backlash of gossip that follows the real man.

As a alumnae of Los Angeles Valley College, Gere projects what it is to be a man in our modern age; so ruthlessly and graciously. As the young buck ready to fuck, to the reporter caught up in a mystery of life, or to the man betrayed by his wife; he is a portrayal of the modern man.

Alonzo D. Emmweich: “Oh, there’s nothing so different about them. After all, crime is only… a left-handed form of human endeavor.” ~Asphalt Jungle

Vulvamony Tango

“Frankly I find smoking a Sherman a very pleasant addiction that we acquired via human beings…male, female…whatever gender… in the future you all will be self-producing androgynous beings like us… we have no perky nipples …only staring eyes…”

An assumption by Hudley via the character / aliens imagined by someone else… ~ Tralfamadorians.

Rendering of the Tralfamadorians / 1969 novel Slaughterhouse-FiveKurt Vonnegut by Hudley Flipside

I am still lost in the debate over why men have nipples… it seems to me we need to put down our margaritas, martinis, coca-cola, multivitamin shakes, macrobiotic drinks or simple water…put down our cigarettes, marijuana, multi colored Nat Shermans, cigars and bubblegum; take each other’s hand and dance the tango…but please don’t ask me to give a testimony in court because I have no testicles to make such a swear.

I will take an androgynous vulvamony… anyway… I am still lost in the debate of why men have perky nipples!!