“Prometheus” a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”

Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Cover Your heavens, Zeus,

With cloud vapor

And try Your strike, as a boy

Beheading thistles,

Against oaken tree and mountain height;

You still must leave me

My Earth standing

And my hut which You did not build,

And my hearth, home’s glowing

Fire which You begrudge me.

I know of nothing poorer

Under the sun than You gods!

Indigently You feed

Your majesty

On proffered sacrifice

And breathfuls of prayer.

You would starve to naught

If children and beggars

Were not such fools full of hope.

When I was a child

That knew not its way in the world

I would lift my deluded eyes

To the sun as though out beyond it

There were an ear to hear my complaints

A heart like mine

That would take pity on my oppression.

Who came to my aid

Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?

Who delivered me from death,

From slavery?

Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

Who achieved it all?

And, swindled in your youth and good will,

Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

For that mere Sleeper on high?

I should honor You? For what?

Did You ever gentle

The ache of my burden?

Did You ever dry

The tears of tribulation?

Was I not forged to manhood

By Time Almighty

And Eternal Destiny,

My masters and Yours?

Perhaps You believed

I should find life hateful,

And flee to the wilderness

Because not all my blossom-dreams

Reached ripeness?

Behold

Here I sit, fashioning men

In my own image,

A race after my likeness,

A race that will suffer and weep,

And rejoice and delight with heads held high

And heed Your will no more

Than I!

The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).

Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas

April 21, 2024

https://theastrologypodcast.com/2024/04/21/jupiter-uranus-conjunctions-in-history-with-richard-tarnas

Johanna Went Interview 1982

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Active Imagination

“Active imagination refers to a process or technique of engaging with the ideas or imaginings of one’s mind. It is used as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds. Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation.”

“Enslave me and I am a dangerous enemy; command me and I will make you mad; give me life and you will die.”

― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth

Individuation

I am having a challenging time with this Mercury Retrograde. So, I decided to take some skills I have learned over the years with “active imagination.” I did engage in communication with the planet on various levels. As a planet, an intellectual being (very Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,) astrology and astronomy.

I came to an interesting dialogue with the simple ideas of; don’t force things, go with the flow, and enjoy reflection with an awareness of what lessons are essential to learn.

The most interesting thing came the next morning when my geophysics son explained to me how things move in space.

When rockets leave the earth, they do not travel in a straight line but in a circular one even a spiral. And gravity in space can be used as an advantage or as a good kind of disadvantage in space travel.

Again, he told me some things about Mercury, the closest planet to the sun. I did not realize that it is smaller than our moon and of course has no moons of its own.

Mercury based on Mercurius, that is a lot to learn here, is always open to this type of intelligent awareness and dialogue. You should try it. Be astounded by Mercury Retrograde’s curious responses.

The mystery is accepted!

Wild flower in my garden comes forth singing Coyote’s song…

Does it seem braggadocio to say that I am no longer searching.

Blake, Jung and The Divine Comedy no longer guide me? All the religiosity I have learned pales in comparison to what I found within myself … nature, mother father God … the medicine wheel, praying mantis, Dionysus.

The mystery is accepted! Creativity and the simple things in life guide me.

I still have ambitions and needs which inspire me but it is different now.

All the emotions play now… a compassionate nature almost crescendo at times … but passes.

A connection to the earth and the cosmos.

I’m heard and I hear …

As wild lovely flower!

Happy Valentine Punkers Memorial Day

The Vandals. In Memory of “Stevo” and “Human”

Two punkers who were some of the best, a time to reflect on my youthful relationships and rebellion.

They are part of my, and maybe yours, DNA.

Happy happy Valentine’s Day !

Stone Face Woman In No Man’s Land Vandalism?

On the way to Box Canyon in Chatsworth, we sadly noticed this lovely lady’s face was disgraced. (Stone Woman Face on Map).

Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up…I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it? I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.

Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..

The Tree Trimming Drones

Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”

From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.

These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.

Even human children climbing trees.

Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.

A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.

Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.

Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.

Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.

“We will be cutting you down soon.

You survived our community well.

Now you are dying,

We ask your dwelling nature spirit,

To move forward now,

To your spiritual realm.

You will not be forgotten.

Bless you and thank you.”

Metallic Thuds

Rape on Lena Ave.

“The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;”

−by Cecil Frances Alexander

Let me tell you a story about how messed up our city and county are in Los Angeles. Especially “STREET SERVICES.”

Right now, there is a war going on outside. Trucks are attacking our sleepy neighborhood to trim down our trees. We are talking massive trucks.

I talked to a Los Angeles County representative, and he told me the reason we were not notified weeks earlier about the colossal invasion of trucks, chainsaws, dinging, and loud bangs is because a Fire Marshal just a day ago decided that there is a fire hazard here in our neighborhood. Our trees are growing and causing an issue with the street sweepers. Tree branches are touching or contacting the street sweepers.

I called the local fire department and was told a Fire Marshal would not come out to do something like that. It would most likely be a local inspector. I don’t know. The Street Services were most likely not tell you the truth.

This is a fire hazard all of a sudden?

It was in November that I made a complaint to the county that our street sweepers were not coming. They had not been coming for some time. After about a month’s time I was told it was due to the trees’ overgrowth.

Also, I found out from an official Los Angeles Street Services worker that the street sweepers only come the first and third Wednesday of every month. Even though they triage as well. We were not notified about any of this. We were not notified about today as well.

The trees could have gently and consistently been trimmed over time. Yet that would take city and or county planning. Something I have observed is that the “STREET SERVICES” does not have. Which is the foresight to plan.

The problem is that the law that enforces the signs on our street “Parking Violation” is giving us tickets. Even though the signs are not valid on our street. No street sweepers and police enforcement still will write up tickets. That seems illogical to me.

The street signs say every Wednesday from 12 to 2 PM. One cannot park on the street, or your car will be ticketed.

Today the new signs, put on with a wire, say cars will be towed away. Which is always a thousand dollar fine or more.

So, I asked many departments and city officials who manage this issue to change the signs or at least take down the signs, so my neighbors and I do not get 70-dollar tickets. Until all the LOS ANGELES city or county departments become organized. To unify!

Yet it has come down to this. The “STREET SERVICES” is doing this without considering the environment. This is an attack on my neighborhood. The ravens, birds, and bees who we share a neighborhood live here too. The cats and dogs who also live here, not to forget the raccoons, possums, and other wild things who are perchance abruptly losing their homes.

It is a rape of our neighborhood. It feels like that to me. This is much worse than having a tooth pulled. That feels like rape too. Just yellow trucks, metallic thuds, loud chainsaws, and the loud sound of stump grinders.

Those to bitch at…

https://councildistrict12.lacity.gov/about/council-district-12/west-hills

https://streetsla.lacity.org/

To all the trees and a neighborhood raped today and the poor old trees cut down without a blessing…. how lost we are as a culture…

A doodling film and song by Hudley Flipside .

Song Persephone moans her pain.

William Blake at the Getty Center

Hear the cutting of the trees,

The loud metal machines.

shredding softer bark and home

Of birds and Opossum.

Nature is often raped.

And with no thought

But a job to be done.

No morality or awareness

Kindness or prayer.

My heart breaks.

Again, and aging.

So, I offer this prayer.

To the trees

Of the east, south, west, and north…

I love you and I am sorry.

That so many humans

Are so cruel and uncaring and slow to your suffering.

Holly D. Cornell 3/21/2024

William Blake

I asked two people what brought them to see Blake today ?

An older man with a cane and a hat looked at me obtrusively and said,

“Why not?”

A middle aged woman told me,

“I have been drawn to the colors in his watercolors.”

A man with a bright English dialect was very polite when we shared some words in front of Blake’s Divine Comedy watercolors.

“Larger than I suspected.” I declared.

He responded,

“I am here with my daughter and her friend. I think he will like this. His name is Dante.”

I danced through the images as I scanned it all with my soul’s eye!

So much Blake is like too much cake.

I’ve spent the next day reviewing and recovering.

I did not find his glowing eyes nor did I see an angelic being.

There in the museum,

as I do in my simple imagination.

Content.

#WorldPoetryDay 3/21/2024

Individuation

The archetype of the success of the alchemical work was the androgyne, the balanced co-mingling of opposites. As we have seen, Ariadne’s own animus is activated positively, while Dionysos himself, blends the features of both sexes, along with being in positive relationship to the Earth Mother and the feminine. Each thus represents a balance of masculine and feminine within themselves and together they form two wholes in harmonious union, rather than two incomplete halves to one whole. Ariadne, a whole, rather than half, psychologically illustrates the Jungian goal of Individuation.

Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.

GO To The Garden

New category for posts that concur with the many film-doodles I do.

Film Doodling by Hudely Flipside

It is the creative endeavor that is real and mine to share.

I love my garden and am so close to the ways of nature. Yet as a human being I endure the other man-made things. It is a life I was born to. Yet I think we can learn the power of nature by listening and hoping for the best to inspire us to be better human beings.

I think there is a relationship with how nature is and us in general. Our feelings and emotions.

Yet often even though nature speaks to us we don’t listen.

As I am a listener and follow the ways of ancient traditions I like to share.

Creatively embracing and helping for a better world.

Wild ways, music and nature are how I endure and so it goes.

Cute Mouse Jazz

A short doodling film by Hudley…

A new short film by Hudley Flipside

Praying Mantis in Hollyhock in my garden.

The Bumblebee Performs Live on Purple Anarchy Flowers.

Yippee-ki-yay!

How do I balance out the conflicts in life? China and the USA Military now near Alaska confronting each other, our own x- USA president indicted repeatedly. Then there is an answer…

Nature is consistent like the Bumblebee who visits the same time every year. I hold in my dislike of big punk festivals galore and settle into the world around me.

Up front and personal. A pint of beer at the local pub and a delicious bowl of Grits.

Creativity and my spirituality. What is the difference between discernment, insight, instinct and fantasy or the big one active imagination. I use all of these, but the best is active imagination.

“An active imagination when a person engages with the ideas in their imagination, using it as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds.

Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. By examining the most evident manifestations of the unconscious mind—dreams—a person can learn how to execute this method on themselves.

It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation. It employs creative imagination as an organ for “perceiving outside your mental boxes.” ~ Analytical psychology

And for me nature always knows when I am doing it… lovely.

The song I created for this is personal but it is from my fantasy and our fantasy is a must if we wonder how the world could be destroyed over computer chips.

We endure the minds of weapons and war!

A catchy tune.

Taiwan produces over 60% of the world’s semiconductors and over 90% of the most advanced ones.

Yippee-ki-yay!

Approved by

White Albino Pigeon …DOVE of Peace

In the Mediterranean world Dove was related to mother goddess Astarte. Sexual love and fertility. Goddess Aphrodite – love, and Eirene – Peace.

In fact, pigeons live on every continent except Antarctica. However, seeing a white pigeon is rare even as only 1 % are all white. The White Albino Pigeon has special symbolic meaning for people all around the world.

July 30/23 Waxing Gibbous Full Moon Tomorrow.

Tonight about 7:30 PM I went out for a short swim to cool off. The sun was hot and up closer to the west of the horizon.

I saw a new bird high on the telephone wire. One I had not viewed before. The bird was intensely white and had a soft aura about it. I thought it was larger than a dove or pigeon. Yet with a small, charming head and beak.

Slowly this bird came closer and closer as my body was covered in water up to my head. A few times this bird flew over me and around me. It landed on the pool side table’s umbrella. Then flew down on the ground across the pool from me.

Walking around the pool closer to me. It pulled its head down to take a drink of water from the small Jacuzzi. I was standing very calmly in the water and saw that this bird had very black eyes and moved its head round as eyes were blinking. Seemed to me a kind of Morse Code. Staring at me for long moments of time.

Looking this way and that way expecting movement from any variable possible before flight if necessary. Here in the same parallel line, I found a praying mantis exoskeleton floating on the tip of the water.

We spent a good 30 minutes this way and the white bird flew up on a telephone line. I watched and waited until the white albino peace bird was out of sight from my view. An amazing experience, incredibly special and very overwhelming.

I’ve lived here 24 years, and this is the first time this beautiful creature, with golden leg bracelets, ever visited me. A focused bird, unafraid and deliberate. Not showing interest in the ravens’ food or songbirds’ water bath.

“Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl Gustav Jung believed in our unconscious communicating with our conscious through symbols. Birds play a huge part in this archetypal symbolism as they represent the space of air, and this is a bridge between the human and spirit world.”

– general in-depth perception… open to interpretation!

The White Birds

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;

And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,

Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam:

I and you! I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,

Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more; Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,

Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

-WB Yeats

The “Danaan Shore” refers to Tier-nan-Oge (Gaelic), an imaginary land where mortals live as long as do fairies. Danu was the queen of the fairies that inhabited this land. Yeats interpreted Gonne’s wish to become a seagull as a wish for freedom from sorrow and time.

Naked Green Slime No One Deserves That Naked Green Slime

Yes I do not like everything she has done but I do like how she has stood up for abused women …. People can make right moves !

How ironical !?

Will she read the list in the House without facing legal action? I hope so, as many wealthy and powerful men will have there names disclosed.

“Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’

For the loser now will be later to win.”

A theme I was thinking upon years ago .. something beyond politics… women working together!

Marjorie Taylor Greene Rebuked for Displaying Nude Photos of Hunter Biden at Hearing.

Greene was born in Milledgeville, Georgia, on May 27, 1974, the daughter of Robert Taylor.

She graduated from South Forsyth High School in Cumming, Georgia in 1992, and the University of Georgia with a Bachelor of Business Administration in 1996.

Perry Greene (m. 1995; div. 2022).

In September 2020, Greene wrote on Twitter that “children should not wear masks”, calling recommendations by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and other public health officials “unhealthy for their psychological, emotional, and educational growth” and “emasculating” for boys.

She called restrictions imposed in the U.S. Capitol in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, including face mask requirements, “tyrannical control” by Democrats.

Times they are a changing….

No Justice

CAPPEN JAN JAKE, A CORNISH TALE Short Film

Cappen Jan Jake

CAPPEN JAN JAKE, A CORNISH TALE

BY WILLIAM HOWARD WATSON.

Republished by his Great Grand-daughter Holly Duval Cornell / Hudley Flipside.

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

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Wheal Gramper: Known as ‘wheals’ (Cornish for work/working) the instantly recognizable engine houses of the tin and copper mines sit near mine shafts, and there are over 200 of them dotted around the UNESCO Cornish Mining World Heritage Site

Cappen Jan Jake A Cornish Tale….

Finalist In Art Competition: Superior and the best of human nature.

* I placed as a Finalist in the April 2023 Competition. So much art… yet the renegotiation is satisfying. Below is the inspiration. A quote from a book.

“One day, having noticed my covetous gaze, he presented me with a tiny golden pendant of my own-two bees entwined together around a tiny honeycomb. It glistened in the sun light, so rich and burnished that I thought the minute drop of honey would melt and slide away in the heat.”

Daedalus gives Ariadne a gift. ~ Ariadne Page 7, by Jennifer Saint.

“Entries from many countries across the world: South Korea, Hong Kong, Ukraine, USA, Taiwan, Austria, Italy, Canada, Poland, Singapore, South Africa and Portugal. Enjoy the show and thank you for expressing an interest in our competition.”

I have often been afraid or uneasy or did not believe in competition. The means of doing anything is an obligation I took for myself and the world a long time ago. Acknowledgement is a new feeling for me, and I like it.

What really turns me on here is that so many countries unite through sharing their art in a competition without hate or dismay. That the world can join here in peace and beauty and reflection.

This is so good. That is why I love my WordPress site. It lets individuals communicate all around the world. Communication is the key to peace and though we can get angry, expression is always best. Creative expression is our superior and the best of our collective human nature.

It says pencil in the competition. It is pencil, sharpie pen ink and watercolor.

https://www.greycubegallery.com/current-show/index.html

Mr. Fuck roars out his name.

Puff the Magic Dragon & Mr. Fuck’s Theme song.

I am finding Mr. Fuck has come out of his Bomb shelter to play… it has been awhile. He was pissed due to the fact that Mr. Shit’s theme song came out and no one cares about him anymore. So Mr. Shit and I got together and wrote a theme song for him.

Funny how creative endeavors come out to play again as one gets older. Mr. Shit and Mr. Fuck and I are feeling creative, silly and laugh a lot too.

I think about the song Puff the Magic Dragon and realize as I get older I am happy to find the call again of Puff’s gigantic roar and the song does not make me sad anymore.

“Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail.

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tail.

Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came

Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.”

Yes we all three agreed on this… so here is Mr. Fuck’s theme song that is well overdo.

Mr. BEE takes a drag watching as he critiques the theme song.