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Promethean fennel

The wild fennel is growing in my garden,
From the Santa Monica Mountains,
Only a few seeds thrown around my land,
From the staff-sheath that I have,
Near my hearth.

My wild Promethean fennel,
Smells of licorice and earth,
Feels like numinous beats,
Waves from the coastal region,
Myths revealing through my soul.

Prometheus freed by Chiron,
Fire consumes my heart,
Compassionate green healing,
Of my mind and dreams,
Love will grow tall and strong
My wild Promethean fennel.

Also sprach Zarathustra (Strauss)

  1. Einleitung, oder Sonnenaufgang (Introduction, or Sunrise)
  2. Von den Hinterweltlern (Of Those in Backwaters)
  3. Von der großen Sehnsucht (Of the Great Longing)
  4. Von den Freuden und Leidenschaften (Of Joys and Passions)
  5. Das Grablied (The Song of the Grave)
  6. Von der Wissenschaft (Of Science and Learning)
  7. Der Genesende (The Convalescent)
  8. Das Tanzlied (The Dance Song)
  9. Nachtwandlerlied (Song of the Night Wanderer)

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra


 

One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Prologue 5

Pallas Athese 001



 

Rest in skate heaven

Turning 60 is all about going to visit the chiropractor. It was the pogoing or the slam pit that done me in.

Sitting in the coffee job and listening to the retired men talk about how they read the obituary section every day made my dancing john and I laugh. It isn’t funny when it is a comrade from days long gone by.

Like Julie of Sin 34.

I remember asking her once a question when we first met. She was the talk of the town. She was bright, skated and was a singer of a punk rock band.

“So, you skate board?”  I asked her.

“Ha Ha Ha… do I skate board, yes on a board, but I think you mean do I skate!”

Two generations merging in a scene where terms changed fast. It was never easy confronting and talking to punks. Julie laughed loud and held her own in a scene that had some tough competition. Boys everywhere. I captured her voice in a little article called Feminine Influences I put in Flipside issue 39. Our six-year anniversary issue.

Rest in skate heaven!!

Feminine Influences (2)

Feminine Influences Flipside 39 Aug/83


Face towards the sunshine…

Barbara Graham

Two off-beat women that were executed. They both led a rough life that is so similar. Shunned by society, prostitution to survive and hanging with the wrong types of men that took advantage of their poverty and desperation.  The kind of real life Noir that gets your blood boiling.  They did not need to be killed. They were falsely executed.  They were victims of a dark world. Trapped in it a justice system that profoundly betrayed them both. Money and profits from the films … was it really to tell their story?  I hope so.

Aileen Wuornos


“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.”
Walt Whitman

 


I want to live… Actress Susan Hayward

Barbara Graham (June 26, 1923 – June 3, 1955) was an American criminal convicted of murder. She was executed in the gas chamber on the same day as two convicted accomplices, Jack Santo and Emmett Perkins, all of whom were involved in the robbery that led to murder of an elderly widow. Nicknamed “Bloody Babs” by the press, Graham was the third woman in California to be executed by gas.[1]

Her story of adult criminal activity is told in the 1958 film I Want to Live!, in which she was portrayed by Susan Hayward, who won the Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance as Graham.

 


Actress Charlize Theron

Aileen Wuornos was born on February 29, 1956 in Rochester, Michigan, USA as Aileen Carol Pittman. She was married to Lewis Gratz Fell. She died on October 9, 2002 in Florida State Prison, Starke, Florida, USA

Wuornos was brought into the death chamber on October 9, 2002. She had Kentucky Fried Chicken and French fries as her last meal and was given a $20 budget. Her last words before the execution were “Yes, I would just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back, like Independence Day with Jesus. June 6, like the movie. Big mother ship and all, I’ll be back, I’ll be back.” [1] At 9:47 a.m. EDT, Aileen Wuornos died. She was the tenth woman in the United States to be executed since the Supreme Court lift its ban on capital punishment in 1976, [33] and the second woman ever executed in Florida.

 


Barbara loved her jazz…


Aileen’s favorite song…

Sedna’s Signature

 

Sedna’s Signature Great Ocean Mother,
I call upon you to grace my shores.
I make myself as still as sand,
who knows the patience of millennia,
having been ground down to my essential parts.
I wait my turn at the edge of known things
that you might soak me with your rising swell.
I wish for nothing but to be dislodged by your power
perhaps even carried into your depths for the chance
at a glimpse of your underlife.
May I be taken into your possession,
even for a moment, to know the absence of my gravity
and participation in your rhythms and contractions.
May my body be for what it was intended:
an expression of your grace.
And what small ways I make with this poetry —
what songs and friendships I form — what migrations
and ripples I disturb in the world —
may they have something of your signature on them.
May the you that has touched me go on multiplying
in your phenomenal mathematics until we are all suffused
with awe at your vastness within us.

~Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 1498-1505). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition


Astrology Astronomy

“There is…a curious synchronicity between the time when the planet is discovered and the emergence in society of values and experiences which the planet represents symbolically. It’s as though the planet breaks upon consciousness in both a literal and symbolic way. I can’t really answer you as to why Uranus is called Uranus and Neptune, Neptune. I can only say that in some mysterious fashion they get the names right.”

From 1865 through till 1966 Sedna travelled through Aries. This hundred-year period saw the emancipation of women around the world, beginning with the forming of the suffragist movement and ending with the bra burning women’s libbers of the sixties. This seems an appropriate illustration of the collective influence that Sedna has. (Remember as a goddess in the myth, she cared for her people as a collective,)

In 1966 Sedna gradually made her way into Taurus, where she remains today. So, what can Sedna in Taurus hold for the collective influence of humanity? Taurus governs things that we value, to my thinking it is likely that our values will change and become increasingly orientated towards spiritual considerations during the next hundred years.

http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/inuit-goddess-Sedna.htm

 

https://cosmicintelligenceagency.com/5dastrology-6/

 

http://goodvibeastrology.com/sedna/


A Daily “Fuck” Gazette , theater of the trumpsurd

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power. ~Abraham Lincoln

The Dump, paul ramen nooodle and Mr. Dence


The United States, the State of the Union Address… some don’t care and some are  going to boycott the event. Others will watch like us at FLOPSIDE Comics. The theater of the trumpsurd!!! So Mr. Shit came up with this in his sleep. We listened as he snored and talked in his sleep. Mr. Shit said…

“The State of the Union Address… the Address… a dress.”

We listened.

“The dress… the dump is a dildo… Trump.”

Mr. Shit gave us a cleaver idea while he was deep in his sleep and talking in his sleep!  He is an elder punk with dementia. Mr. Garbage listens closely to his wisdom and said it clearly to Mr. Fuck,

“A dildo and a dress…”

We smiled and then went to have a round of coffee. Today we will put on our best party dresses and listen to the addressees….

No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar. ~Abraham Lincoln

Party dresses

Mr. Dang, Bloody Elbows, Mr. Crap, Hudley, Pee Wee Gutter, Mr. Fuck and Mr. Garbage…..Mr. Shit declined to participate in our Flopside Crew Party dress party… old fart.


 

 

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette: Dianne Feinstein the Tiara Queen Bitch !!

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Is she a strong woman or is she just a strong human being ?! I say both. We at Flopside COmics don’t like separating the men from the women but in this case just once we agree that she is one hell of a dame. Thank You !!!

The Flopside Comic

Woman of the Century…. here we gave her a Tiara !!


https://www.feinstein.senate.gov/public/index.cfm/


First Winter Wonderland Poem, Neptune in Cancer!



I was thinking how Crones,
older women,
are not as influenced
by the cycles of the Moon!

I look back over
my feminine life
Seeing how unconsciously
I was driven.

Influenced by the phases
of the Moon,
my powerfully changing hormones!
Best described as chemical slavery.

A female body
a lunar ebb and flow alignment
with the continuity of our Moon!
I now see it also as a partial 
cultural brainwashing where; 
sex, power, and self-worth, 
is somehow all tied together!

Yes, Crones have desires 
needs of love and intimacy
I have come to experience
Crones are no longer ruled
by the cycles of the Moon
or our hormones!

There is the higher octave
of the Moon,
known as planet Neptune 
dancing with the astrological 
sign of Cancer
I join in this brightly aware dance!

The flutter of hormones 
emotional ways become silent
to the constant
moving river of insight!

For Crones
our external beauty wanes
our internal beauty waxes
as a luminous pearl
I embrace my pearl.

Consciously I slough off
many burdensome illusions
This is the correct time
An ongoing relationship
Between psyche and the cosmos.

slid down for kicks

Topanga is the name given to the area by the Native American indigenous Tongva tribe,[7] and may mean “a place above.”

I learned to accept the major changes in my home town! The food mall galore stands where I once played miniature golf! The humongous blue slide where we slid down for kicks is gone too ! It is invisible now! Instead my mind now views the Chinese sushi restaurant where I sit with my kids !  Maybe the place where wild animals once gathered!  Gathering years before us! Underneath lies the multilayered changing earth; holding lots of fossils and maybe our cherished  lizard people!


Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why. ~Hunter S. Thompson


Christmas day 2017 no cars in the street… big deal…

Anyway , I was admiring the empty Topanga Blvd! Remnant of my cherished  youthful days! The ’60s and ’70s are no more but memory time ! 

Now real-time with Son two and one 2017


Math computer science music… stress-less….


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

Last Autumn Magic poem 8~ not doing either !

 

Our government is having 
a bad time relating,
The Republicans and Democrats 
are not even debating,
The rich get richer
the poor get poorer.

The sweet is sweeter
the sour is sourer.

If you want me to relate to you
try relating to me
I can let you go.

I can stop relating
I can stop relating.

  Contrary is the music
  the holiday singing
  relating and caring
  hoping and sharing!

Yet our government is 
not doing either
  no hoping and no sharing.



 

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