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Pan and Psyche: Summer Marches In…

Countless prescriptions exist for the masculine way; but our story is one of the few feminine ways in our heritage.

~ Johnson, Robert A.. She: Understanding Feminine Psychology (p. 53). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Children of the Dawn
Old Tales of Greece
Elsie Finnimore Buckleyhttps://www.gutenberg.org/files/40476/40476-h/40476-h.htm

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by the artist, Moritz von Schwind.

  1. Pan Awakes, Summer Marches In”
  2. “What the Flowers in the Meadow Tell Me”
  3. “What the Animals in the Forest Tell Me”
  4. “What Man Tells Me”
  5. “What the Angels Tell Me”
  6. “What Love Tells Me”

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Promtion

Happy May Day !!

A Grace for your pleasure, she is one of three that inspires the Muses of the arts…

Euphrosyne

William Blake – From the Nudes category:
The nakedness of woman is the work of God. (William Blake)

 

Slash and Flipside on ROQ late 1970s

“Records…..Records….and Records!!!!!” ~ Mike Vallejo

If you lived as a teen in the late ’70s or during the ’80s you were most likely riding the original wave or skating the rebellious cement of the original punk rock scene in some way, shape or form. Mike sent me a CD in the mail, like the good old days, of an early interview with Slash Magazine and Flipside Fanzine on Rodney on the ROQ. I am airing it again today. Mike said it was ok to post this on my blog.

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From the Flipside 10 Year Anniversary issue.

Mike sells more than just records and seems to have a lot of music and things that document the early punk scene. I also purchased a CD from him of The Jam playing the Whisky A Go Go. A thrill for me to find. I am delighted to receive this CD. My mentors speak! I was most likely listening to this on my parents’ old WW II German Telefunken radio. WOW! Enjoy and thanks Mike Vallejo! A friend indeed.

The last audio 7 ends abruptly. I wrote a letter to Kickboy-face after hearing this live back when it was on the air.  He wrote back a week later. Also I danced with him at the Whisky A Go Go live to Madness.  It is strange but this captures pre Elks Lodge Riot... we all know how that turned out!!

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X-8 Our Trip to San Francisco ’79. photo by Peter Landswick

Rodney on the ROQ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and Slash Magazine (KROQ)

I know that the nasty Slash characters played a song trick or two on Rodney… did you catch it… an utmost synchronicity for me…

Ultimate conclusion !

Ode to the Verdugo Moutians

In the early morning 
there is nothing like driving east 
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.

Not too many drivers 
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains 
are straight ahead.  

The Verdugos shine with a blue gray hue 
bringing to mind my youthful wild days. 

The street is lined 
with dark green pepper trees 
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens 
freely enhanced with 
miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds
What is still left of this wild valley.

It is a cool windy day
the will-o'-the-wisp 
goes round and round.

Made up of different colored leaves 
memories that stir within me.
 
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild memories 
inspire feelings
I am getting younger 
not older.

Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
I feel 13 again.

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

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 4

The, another, big protest is happening today. Here at the Daily “FUCK” Gazette, watchers of the absurd and asinine, Mr. Fuck has made a sign and Mr. Shit drew a little doodle for yoodle…. we are with you, the mighty “WE THE PEOPLE.”

“As we fight the corpocracy, the fuckupracy of this world… their lies, their abuses  that try to gobble us up into oblivion!!” ~Mr. Dang

corpocracy suck badly man !

Mr. Shit is pissed… a doodle by him..

 

till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

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

Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

weeping willow

I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. 

  Sweet is the nectar from 

lemon tree and lavender. 

Letting go of worries and

 desires that do not serve me now. 

An old friend, a song, comes to mind
 
 as my "leaves in the wind."

  Perfect are old recorded songs 

and the insect, flower and tree! 

Somehow as I pause in breathing,

 I am lost in this perfection.

 The recurring of pause of being,

the repetition of listening to old songs

the heartfelt listening and watching nature,

Is my catalyst for artistic expression. 

Never to let us down !!


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

Who made poets able to remember sacred sages… laugh…

In such dark times when Venus descends in to the underworld and Mercury soon retrogrades a path of confusion. We humans can play a game with our psyche and the cosmos.

These illustrations are a way to in tune with “the female power again.” Intuition, illumination and humor are a way to hold us on an alternative foundation or path. A given for us females and a needed endeavor that must be taken by our male comrades. If we dare to have a chance in these dark times.

An offbeat flopside comic adventure…

Some research…

Nine fold Goddess as the source of “in-aspiration,” literally breathing in “I-deas” of Goddess-spirits within. The Muses were originally a triad-the primordial Triple Goddess.  First of them was Mnemosyne, “Memory,” who made poets able to remember sacred sagas.

“The whole classical iconographic story of the transformation of the soul and the stages of illumination.”

  1. Apollo is seated at the top and the three Graces are dancing beside him. In his hand is the lyre that plays the song of the universe, and besides that is the vessel of abundance.

The inscription over Apollo’s head says, “The energy of the Apollonian mind moves everywhere through the muses.”

  1. The muses are the inspirers of spiritual knowledge, and the source of their energy is the Graces. The Graces are naked because nakedness represents disengagement form the limitations of the clothing of time and space, but the Muses who represent the message of this naked truth to the world.

The Graces are tree aspects of Aphrodite. Her inflection as the moving powers of the energy of the world.3

  1. Euphrosyne: Joy and the radiance that flows to the world through the qualities

of the nine Muses.

  1. Aglaea: Splendor, the energy returning to the deity.
  2. Thalia; Abundance: that unites the two. When you have put your head in the mouth of the lion you hear the song of nature. Muse of bucolic poetry, the poetry of the nature around you, the sheep and the lion and the trees and the grease and the mountains.

(3,4,5 The process of the rendering into the world the radiance of the Apollonian consciousness.)

  1. The central figure is the great serpent whose tail is Cerberus. The three-headed dog who guards the underworld. Thalia is also the name of the ninth Muse. She is both below Cerberus’s head and she is also the central Grace above. Silent Thalia when she is under the threshold of the earth.  “You can’t accept the bite of death and so you’re not hearing the song of the universe, and that why Thalia is silent.”

We are afraid of the three heads of the dog. Fire of the sun, the present, yielding ourselves to the present. The wolf, the fear of the passage of time. The Dog which represents desire and hope for the future.

“What binds us is the present, past and future and so we’re bound to the ego. This is the image of the snake biting Peleus’s Achilles tendon; “Let the serpent of death bite your heel, do hear the song of the universe and then the Muses sing…when you have died to your ego and rational consciousness there open the intuition, that is to say, you hear the song of the muses and this is the female power again.”

  1. Nine Muses:

Selene the celestial body of the moon.  The arrow held by Selene in the sphere of the moon is held down., pointing us to the earth and its history, while the caduceus of Hermes points upward, directing us to spiritual heights.

Clio the muse of history and historical writing.

Calliope the Muse the radiance of the eternal principle of epic poetry. (Mercury /Hermes).

  • The first triad of the earth, the moon and mercury.

Terpsichore the muse of dance.  Venus

Melpomene the muse of tragedy and tragic poetry. The Sun

Erato the Muse of the art of erotic poetry. Mars

  • The second triad is the transition through the sun door into the high sphere of purely spiritual experience.

Euterpe the Muse of Flute song. Jupiter (Zeus)

Polyhymnia the Muse of choral sacred song. (Kronos)

Urania the Muse of astronomy, The heaven of the fixed stars.

  • The highest triad where we are released from bondage to matter and Earth.

 

Sources…

Practica Musicae, Franchinus Gaffurius, Interpreted by Joseph Campbell from his book Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine.

The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker

Terrible Deaths!

Current and new like the fresh fallen show or a baby’s behind…

ANother terrible and worthless piece of crap comic from the Flopside Bubblegum comic series…

Hitler as an Art Student…

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A jerk that was willing to pose for a good cause… his words not mine… 

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Venus

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It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde
As Spring vividly approaches!
The underworld is spilling upwards
I’ve noticed shadows and illness
Addiction, handicaps, and depression.
My heart is hurt and overwhelmed.

Man at the parking lot asking for money
Young man in a wheelchair
As parents push him through the supermarket
his eyes deep in a world of despair. 

I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears
Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power
As we walk through these dark times
To acknowledge it all with observing hearts
That hear and feel!

We help by our vibrations of
compassion, empathy and caring.
A silent prayer of hope,
So, the wounded can find a gentle joy
That pleasure brings
upon their vivid blood-red hearts.

She knows and she descends to us
the gift of her sweetness
for all times.

Walking with those that hold the lanterns
In the dark desending spiral into the underworld.
Light that eliminates the darkness
By acknowledgment, letting go.

As hearts grow in applied ways
This is our wisdom
A balm for our world…
Breast bending up
Chest falling down
And love will be found there too.
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Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.

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