“Many things were among her accouterments, In her right hand she held a brazen sistrum, a flat piece curved like a girdle, through which there passed some little rods – and when with her arm she vibrated these triple chords they produced a shrill sharp cry” ~ Apuleius, The Golden Ass
Letting orthodox belief systems go and rooting in the emerald-green nether lands.
Grey crooked trees. Black crows. Whirling rouge invisible wind blowing dirty golden roses on the ground.
I breathe in and count to ten.
Only the red lines of blood vessels and moving snapshots of light.
I breath out.
Slowly the dark wooden boat sails on the indigo sea. The white sail slowly flapping in the salty breeze.
He sits there with his dark skin and darker beard. Wearing a white kaftan and tight braided cord made of black donkey hair.
He leaned toward the woman dressed in orange. Wearing the headdress of Hathor.
Then she raised her arms up in the shape of a cup and sang,
“I am eternity.”
Her voice echoed and shimmered golden rays around us.
My heart-felt this and the purple vibrations of laughter opened my eyes to the colors of my backyard.
An older rose…
Greens, light dry brown and dirty golden-pink-yellow- rose on the ground.
hear the shrill in this song… that is the sound of brazen sistrum !!
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The black leather jacket was left behind after one of X8’s female conquests, left behind in his car. He gave it to me and it fit. As a vegetarian and beertarian my frame was petite. Now the jacket is dry and shrunken and I’m round and plump. I had my son model it.
It was a simple complete-black leather jacket. The Charged GBH logo went on top first thing in the early 1980s. I love this jacket. We were inseparable. My friendship with X8 faded and he never knew what became of the jacket. A few years ago X8 and I rekindled our friendship for a brief time on MySpace. I told him about the leather jacket and what became of it. He was surprised and seemed interested.
This leather jacket is special to me because X8 thought to give it to me, and the girl who left it behind…not a clue?
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Taken From Flipside Fanzine 10 year anniversary Issue.
(The early punk scene 1979. When Punk Rock was new, scary and was created each moment it was experienced…)
Margo is here.
Look at her she is so punk. She is tough. I have watched the girls at the Whisky A Go Go. They scare me. They are wild and free, and I want to know them. How do I do that? Do they like me? Do they notice me? I feel like I will throw up. I am shy. The girls will never see me. They hate me. Today she is here. Punks are coming and going. I am just standing. Afraid to speak. Walking down Hollywood Blvd. Margo goes back into the alley. Will she be back? Will we wait here. Out of control. Steaming underneath.
Margo plays the bass.
I can hear the girls’ music. The alley leads to the studio. I am too afraid to go in. It is dark and Margo has come out. I hear the girls laughing and talking. Should I run away. I will stay here and listen. I can’t talk. What will I say? It is all so new to me. I am wearing black straight legs I bought from a thrift store. I have a large colorful shirt on and cowboy boots that come to my ankle. My hair is short. Margo has come up to us. She is so cute. She is dressed like me. She is plump and friendly. I look down and say nothing. I listen with fear. There is silence between us only.
Margo is at the Masque on Cherokee.
This is the punk club I have heard of. I listen to KROQ. This is the club where all the noise comes from. It is heard from the street above. A bomb shelter under the city. Beer cans and cigarette butts. Saltine crackers and band flyers everywhere. I wish I had a cold beer now that takes away my shyness. The Masque is closed now. Bands only rehearse here. It smells and is cold today. Wind in the alley.
My God she is smiling at me. She is looking at me and talking. I don’t know what she is saying. I am so nervous and want to run away. When will this be over? She is so cool and classy. I think she is asking me where I got my clothes and that she likes them. She is asking me again. I look down and I softly say…” at a thrift store.” Is this coming from my mouth? My God that is so stupid to say. What an idiot. Oh, now what do I do? I look at her again and look away.
Margo talks to my boyfriend.
I was going to say something. My boyfriend never stops talking. He is talking to Margo. He is telling her all sorts of stuff. He is saying my girlfriend will get you anything you want. Margo says the girls in the band like to wear bright large shirts. Margo says that she likes pink. She had on pink lipstick and was her hair pink? No, it is brown and red. She has a great laugh. My boyfriend wears leather pants and leopard-skin-T-shirts. He reads Fear and Loathing. He says 1984 is now! We hang out at Hollywood Towers and take the bus to South Gate. He likes old films from movie revival theaters. He has an opinion about everything, and he ignores me when we are around other girls. I want to tell him to shut up. Words never come from my mouth. We hang out together in Hollywood. We go to Tower Records and Licorice Pizza. They have all the new punk LPs and 45s we crave!
Margo likes Pink.
My boyfriend told Margo that I would get the band some shirts. Margo says she wants them just for her. Large shirts. Colorful shirts. I like pink. The girls in the band and I like pink. I looked down and nodded my head. She gave us some buttons with the band’s logo on them. I knew about logos. I am a paste-up artist. I was happy to get it. I put it on my shirt. I was smiling now. My boyfriend was still talking. Margo looked at me and then looked up in the air. She left us there in the alley.
Margo takes one shirt.
Where do I park? Will she be there. I hope she likes the shirts I got for her. It has been awhile, but I am going to drop them off without my boyfriend. He is not my boyfriend now. I am going to hang out with my girlfriends. I parked the car down the alley. I know when the girls’ practice. I waited outside the studio for a long time. A couple of guys ran out of the Masque past me. Then they came back and asked me questions. They gave me a drink of their beer. We talked for a while about bands. I was feeling confident now. These guys were nice. They looked scary. They had leather jackets and lots of buttons on them. We got drunk. They knew my story. One of them went to get Margo. She came out. We talked and I showed her the shirts. She took only one. The large pink shirt with white polka dots with buttons up the middle and collar on top. I was happy and bubbly.
Dedicated to Margot Olivera !
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Margo is dancing in this video… see her with the pink pink hair ?
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