Autumn Magic poem three
Steamy and weak
Tired from lack of
Saturn and Pluto
Are not being meek
One talks of noble
The other of
While I melt into
Chores, habits and good
Letting go of expectations
Putting on a beautiful robe
Challenging a dark
Magic is gravitating
away from the past
I was trying hard to bite my tongue on this one. Yet, I cannot. Because he was a big part of my growing up. A culture that is dying out and being replaced by another. A few years ago, my oldest son was 14. He got some slippers and a bath robe for a Christmas present. Being the lazy conflicting son as he was, he decided to go to both his grandparents’ Christmas celebrations dressed comfortable. He sat around mostly. He put up with the adults and ate lots of food and relaxed. Grandmother CC laughed when she first viewed him and said,
“You look like Hugh Hefner!”
“Who is that?”
The adults laughed and we soon enough described Hugh’s character and personality. A hip he man from another generation or two or three.
I grew up with an adjoining BOYS room next to mine. They got a pool table, stereo and had a stack of Playboys under the pool table. My friends and I would often look at the naked ladies. At 12 I had no idea of what is was all about. I did think it strange. As I got older and my brothers moved out the Playboy magazines ended up in a box under the pool table. My first boyfriend found them while we played pool listening to the Beatles’s White Album. I felt jealous but he said he liked reading the editorials and enjoyed cartoonist Gahan Wilson. I read the editorials, and interviews, and enjoyed the comics as well.
Then as I grew up and became a self-conscious woman I realized the hypocrisy of Hugh and his magazine. The desire for women as objects for masturbation. It sickened me. I could not figure out why women did this either. It all came down to money, fame, and fortune.
When I became aware of Gloria Steinem’s exposé Undercover as A Playboy Bunny, I was sickened what women do for money.
Years went by and then came the film Fight Club. I did not read the book. The film helped me to understand men better. I know that men and women have a different idea of what love and sex is. I don’t confront the issue anymore. I look the other way. I realize we all masturbate.
I do hold in my mind and heart the dignity of what women like Gloria brought to the table.
The wild ways of being young,
Not caring about anything,
No reflection or ambition,
Blind eye gratification,
Lacking ways more brilliant,
Dirt in toes,
Bloody elbow and broken weeds.
Wild, wild, wild wonder.
I am using voice recognition. It’s a bit slow but I think it will get better. I like talking and writing. The words are slow and more thoughtful. Continuing projects is how I enjoy my life. A poem above about being wild and young.
There are lots of pros and cons about the past solar eclipse. I think it is cool. I did not go to see it. There are plenty of beautiful images online to see. I can think of eclipses in my life though. One of them was Joe Strummer. His voice had an eclipse on my feelings as a youngster. As for many others, he changed our lives! Their first 1977 LP The Clash pushed all the right bottoms and was special for many underground characters. His voice woke me from my slumber. I experienced them at the Santa Monica Civic on their first US tour, Wow!
It has been forty years and he still moves through my heart. All those feelings; to be authentic, real, and alive. To create things uniquely and roughly with your own hands. Forty years of punk rock and I completed my four Punk@lullabys ! My Big celebration! I reached my goal and it worked out as I planned.
It feels good to know that my celebration is more an inward accomplishment for a punk ideology that still pulls through my heart as Joe still does.
Happy 40 years!
I am happy!
Happy Birthday Joe.
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“World history occupied a higher ground than one on which morality has properly its position, which is personal character and conscience of individuals. Moral claims which are irrelevant must not be brought into collision with world-historic deeds and their accomplishment. The litany of private virtues-modesty, humility, philanthropy and forbearance-must not be raised against them” ~ Hegel
“Hegel’s idea that such heroes were completely justified in crushing to pieces everything in their path which might stop them from fulfilling their great destiny, appealed enormously to the grandiose sense of mission in Hitler’s breast” ~ Trevor Ravenscropt
My only problem is finding a way to play my fortieth fallen female in a different way from my thirty-ninth.~ Barbara Stanwyck
Barbara Stanwyck is a jiffy dame. I got to get me some ‘good’ woman vibes today. She’s the best because she is strong, intelligent, cunning and no bull. She shines a mischievous integrity that is always trying to come to a crescendo! She is living in a man’s world with man’s rules. She plays her characters of depth and sincere sexuality that do not hide her honest vulnerability which is always mirroring the corruption around her. It all wants to pull her down! She is the kind of woman that keeps rising up to the occasion. Always at the top of her game! Barbara moves herself through film noir, comedy, murder and as the loving mother! She is a friend, betrayer, lover or crone.
I got a Barbara Stanwyck marathon just waiting to be watched. Today I will be cooking, cleaning, and creating as I am also keeping my high heart open! Barbara brings something good to our parallel universes ! This is when life imitates art or art imitates life… whatever…
“It was bound to happen, with so much media coverage of ‘punk’ fashion’ Time, Newsweek, New West etc.… well the punk fashion show was held at the Palladium you all know the story…”
Flipside Issue 4 Nov. 1977, Press run 300, 25 Cents.
Terry was scary and hardcore, before the term “hardcore Punk” became a cliché.
Devo, Blondie, and my favorite The Avengers played this gig. 1976 to 1979. Those years flashed by, It was during this time, during my metamorphosis into becoming a punk; I remember a couple of times I met Terry. First time was at the Punk Fashion Show….
Looking forward to speaking this Sunday…
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Candy Hearts of PuNk lOvE
he good thing about self publishing is that one can always add to or take away from their work. As any artist their work is never complete. There is always the critical eye. Nothing is ever perfect but just something that is in shape and communicable. To inspire by imagination or invitation to a story is my way of spreading my memories! A heart for PUnk RoCk
What is new to My PUNK@LULLABY` Journal one through four?
A beginning insert. As I was organizing looking through stuff for certain items I always find other things. I put together a few of the old backstage passes I still have! A college insert! Some of the inserts will be green and some will be purple. For those that have gotten to know me these are the colors I work with. Green and purple or my Seminary of Praying Mantis complementary colors.
will share a few candy punk love words and will also be selling my journals one through four this coming Sunday July 30 at Soap Plant Wacko from 2PM to 6PM. A book reading and celebration of Terry James Graham, Punk Like Me! I think it will be fun times ’cause there’s lots going on in Los Angeles on Hollywood Blvd. What a treat!
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(I found the poem below, a poem of peace and beauty…for the wars that rage there now…. I feel this poem is good to read aloud. Oh peace be there…. terrible war machines… lovey land… )
Each thought you sound through your soft verse
I replay them to my ear
and each next line is to the first
a melody sweet to hear
as the seamless words flow with grace
they are whispered on my tongue,
you teach them all to mind their place
then commingle when their sung.
A simple truth needs complex care
colored waves complete in white
then what this simple truth I share
has no product, has no right,
on what rare tree does your fruit grow
as it stands between the two,
where Tigris and Euphrates flow
what I write, I write to you.
Envisioning your length, your reach
as you channel to the last
tributaries you seal and breach;
yet, forever in your grasp,
upon the apron of your lakes
can I but embrace them all
then nothing more my heart forsakes
as your fruit begins to fall.
Between the rhythms of your waves
life implants her tender seed
through sunlight’s procreating rays
each flowering plant will feed,
upon their leaves they drink the dew
which escapes the breath of night
within their hearts the nectar pools
and transforms the banished light.
What ancient land divides the two?
What history of her art?
Mesopotamia, to you
wedged between where rivers start
and flow their course, their race to sea
then empty with a searing toll
pins the basin with their mighty
surge and fills your Persian soul.