Peek Peek.
Weep weep
Steamy and weak
Tired from lack of
Sleep sleep.
Saturn and Pluto
Are not being meek
One talks of noble
The other of
Love love.
Tensions increase
While I melt into
Chores, habits and good
Food food.
Letting go of expectations
Putting on a beautiful robe
Challenging a dark
Mood mood.
Magic is gravitating
away from the past
Weep weep
Sweep sweep.
I do hold in my mind and heart the dignity of what women, as Gloria Steinem, brought to the table.
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 comfortably. 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 it 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 Beatle’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 with what some women did 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.
http://www.comicartfans.com/comic-artists/gahan_wilson.asp
The wild ways of being young, Not caring about anything, No reflection or ambition, Blind eye gratification, Lacking ways more brilliant, Dirt in toes, Grassy butt, 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.
1973
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/memorize/
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.
I am happy! Happy Birthday Joe. Thank
My Punkalullaby one – four….
https://hudleyflipside.com/the-seminary-of-praying-mantis-presents-once-more-my-punkalullaby-1-4/
“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
here is some eclipse music….
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…
Crime of Passion with Raymond Burr and Sterling Hayden
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…
Captain Cur Poem
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.
~ Captain Cur
Captain Cur Captain of the Malevolent. Profession, Pirate. I took an oath that binds me to the sea; I left behind all claims, all history, bundled with my fears I carry them no more from not the throat but from the plexus roar. The storm has raged and now a pensive lull; I string my flag, the crossbones and the skull, the sun has set the world a golden hue a spell is cast across the rising moon, in her glow I rest in magic sleep, the skies are charged, the world is in retreat. I dream and wander deep within her source to forbidden shores, onward is my course. On Poetry, Her passion’s voice more meltingly composed than liquid fire, soft words boiling over too hot for flesh to bear; mesmerizing, coming near, dancing slowly on her smile, waltzing flames touching lips, sweat, desire; in this age, in this time, I am to live through the blaze, heart in hand, my love to give. To the sea, Guardian of my heart! I trust in thee, enrich my soul and quell my boastful pride; vastness surrounds me, beauty pure and wide let these calm waters fill the days that be. My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! One last journey, may faith become my guide; my sails are drawn by cold relentless time this path thou gives, this path thou giveth free to teach man till a greater good is won. May I not repent useless in my grave or count my deeds when all amount to none though flesh is weak I know the spirit brave; admire not power or the lowest shun; love gives me strength the weakest then to save! In these bold waters I raise my arm to thee, My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! On love, Blossoming, a bed of roses dare I pick just one, and encumber it in words to compare its charm to her wakening eyes; from my hand to hers and leave its beauty in her charge. On death, I laid him down without wreath or flowers And gave his body as the currents stream; I said the words to our God the Father Reuniting his spirit with the sea. I cried out as if in some horrid dream For with all my powers so still he laid, shook him gentle as a child to waken, but no breath he breathed! No! No breath he breathed! By twilight in its transient haste, taken; To the deepness of the darkening shade, To the blackness of the voracious night, Pallbearers guided by an unlit sun Bringing him down to a cavernous grave Where years are counted in chime less hours And the grains of sand in the glass are stalled, Where greenness of the earth is planted under In depths to deep to feel the giving rain Just rumblings of the lightless thunder. Welcome to the Captain’s page! Poetry translated from his encoded diary. The spirit of Captain Cur has commissioned this translator, with the help of the Captain’s impish Muse, to give good account of his writings, loves and adventures. The problem is the Muse, who calls herself, ‘Baharia Msichana’ which means, sailor girl, but she prefers ‘Pirate Girl’ insists I write her love poems, which she will not allow me to publish, or she will not help me decipher his diary. Captain Cur inhabited this sphere sometime between the mid to late 1600’s and possibly the early 1700’s. His diary was heavily damaged after the wreck of the Malevolent, his exact date of death remains unknown. Allusions to his alter ego, ” the beast” is heavily layered throughout his prose. His tales of adventure appear to encompass both the real and spectral world. The Captain’s spirit continues to pen in his diary and has much to say about our modern age. It’s complicated, but fun. So I hope you enjoy the voyage!)
Polarized situation that is confusing on both sides… yet there is something going on behind closed doors. The Swamp Hotel, Trump D.C. outpost… is not telling us what is happening. No schedules and secret green doors. “I can’t recall” and propaganda on both sides. Again this is how we the people are being polarized.
The Tape Recorder Issue. I dedicate this journal to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. 1979 – 1989.
On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.
Journal One – Four
also out now…
Just click on image to purchase.
The past is bad yet it is worse now, So the small mushroom man and his club for small mushroom men and their dirty bitches…
are going after Comey now …..
Original Post July 2017
A darkness is upon us. A time when the worst of communism and capitalism flank together and show its seething fangs. The breath of fascism is so close that we can smell the foul air.
“Our obligation is to refuse to let bad win, to refuse to let evil hold the field.”
Capitalism and communism are not bad forms of governing but can become so! If these forms of government don’t hold the human being as self-evident and hold all of us as having a high valid place as in the core of the apple, then that sucks! The individual human spirit does govern us!
Yet both forms of government can turn and bend and oppress the individual out of greed and power whipped into shape by a governing party or president holding a shadowy light! When this happens, it is a type of death to the human spirit, because it does not apply governing and service to all the people. Yes, not just the rich and/ or influential.
Today as we at Flopside comics witnessed the Senate Intelligence Committee interview NSA director Mike Rodgers and director of National Intelligence Dan Coats, we heard them stonewall the American people.
So, we at Flopside cOomics are anticipating that the good knight, Sir James Comey, will attend to the human spirit tomorrow. Anyway, this is where we put our hope.
I am natty morally these days. I feel the need to draw a line. In a time where chaos and lack of morals seem to slip into my world, I find myself standing taller and shining a little brighter.
I am not telling others what to do. I am letting others know where I draw the line. Like marriage and responsibilities. Maybe it is the full moon. It may not be ok by some that I express my opinions. I will lose friends and acquaintances but I can hang onto myself.
“You Are Old, Father William” is a poem by Lewis Carroll that appears in his book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865).
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling a box—
Allow me to sell you a couple?”
“You are old,” said the youth, “And your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!”
(I just stumbled on this post again… and it is a nice reflection to embrace.. May 2017)
I looked outside at the night while watching the stars and the sparkling lights on the Verdugo Mountains. It was this time that a new world opened to me. We were all listening and we were all connected.
It was about 3 feet by 4 feet. Beige color and made of a soft wood with round speakers built-in the front of the radio. The base sound was good and highlighted the sound his soft DJ voice made.
His voice was in conflict with the loud music he played. Cutting Edge music.
I was glued to the sound of the music he played. The room was dark and I was alone in my parent’s two story house.
Taken from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine
(There was suspicion but not until years passed and a clear affiliations of facts, narratives and friends that I have to state that Tar “staph writer” is a convicted sex offender of young boys and underage punks! His story is very offensive to me and at the time when he worked on Flipside Fanzine it was only by way of the post office. A written correspondence. I distanced myself from him years ago.) – Hudley
In my imagination it never occurred to me that I would get to know this music man. A type of pre-internet friend. A phone, mail relationship that came to be during the 1980s. Kind of like a Facebook friend now. Not exceptionally close but supportive and dependable and we all randomly came together as a sturdy cable.
We were the jump-start that started the punk rock engine.
A dependable promotional voltage to what the punk scene was screaming to achieve. Great times….
Thank you, Rodney!! A lot of action and movement! A lot of love!!
http://variety.com/2017/music/news/rodney-on-the-roq-ends-1202445586/
Punk Rock Historian, Colleague and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
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.
Imagine from Flipside fanzine taken by Larry Lash
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!!
X-8- A Flipside Crew Trip to San Francisco ’79. photo by Peter Landswick (AL, Hud, Pete and X-8)
Rodney on the ROQ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and Slash Magazine.
I know that the nasty Slash characters played a song trick or two on Rodney… did you catch it… an utmost synchronicity for me…
77 Sunset Strip is an American television private detective series created by Roy Huggins and starring Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Roger Smith, and Edd Byrnes. (1958 to 1964.)
The Radio generation, the TV generation and now the computer generation. My parents, me, and my kids about sums it up. However, we got our entertainment and storytelling, last night while watching 77 Sunset Strip I was amazed to know that husband never saw the show. He wasn’t born until 1966. The show first aired the time I was born. One of those shows like Route 66 that is fun to watch with some depth. It echos generation jones and generation x
I AM BE !!
Set or Anubis on T-Shirt…. both are cool
Baubo (Greek: Βαυβώ) is an old woman in Greek mythology who jested with Demeter, when Demeter was mourning the loss of her daughter, Persephone. She is also known as Iambe.
Set is the son of Geb, the Earth, and Nut, the Sky; his siblings are Osiris, Isis, and Nephthys. He married Nephthys and fathered Anubis and in some accounts, he had relationships with the foreign goddesses Anat and Astarte. From these relationships is said to be born a crocodile deity called Maga.
Hudley Flipside
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
“I am the Chief of my own tribe. I captain my own ship and I fall under no label. I happen to identify and relate to the passion and spirit that is called “Punk Rock.”
_ Stig Stench
Wow! TBT! The interview Hudley Flipside did with me for Flipside Magazine back in 2010. YES! This Texas hick made it in fLipside Magazine.Enjoy!:”
1st quadrant: The Radio DJ:
1. Prior to, Raising Punk Rock Radio Back from the Dead!, where and when were you and DJ?
A: You work for Flipside with a name like “Mr Fuck?” …..Whatever floats your wiener! *LOL* Ok! Well here it goes!……….
In 1983, I got a job as a teenager at a shit-hole Country Music Station in Silsbee Texas. The equipment was very primitive there even by that days standard. By 85 I ended up in Oceanside, CA. Hopped around Disc Jockeying pirate stations *Cocking eye like a pirate* Harrrrrrgh! and hanging around public access radio shows and such.
2. What process do you use now to access the computer airways?
A: I get up…I sit down..Have either a cup of Wheatsville Fresh Ground Coffee or Coke Zero…Put my grubby hands on my keyboard .I turn on my HP Pavillion p630y PC w/AMD Phenom II X4 820 Quad Core Processor and *BAM!* I terrorize the Internet!
3. What has the response been to starting Stig Stench’s Punk Rock Radio?
A: Well to be truthful, I didn’t expect this type of response. I did it because I couldn’t find the type of Punk Rock Radio show on the net I wanted. I mean I found “looped” and shows that are repeated and taped months ago, but not a “live” Internet Punk Rock Radio Show. I figured if I got 2 or 3 listeners, cool! But I have had such a plethora, NO! a cornucopia listeners and incredible supporters! Kevin Seconds (7 Seconds) and Sly-J (Sylvia Juncosa) help put my little show on the map. Since then Greg Ginn (SST/Black Flag), Ed Colver and Ron Goudie (Modern Warfare/Enigma Records) have given me their hand of support. Greg Ginn/SST are now sponsoring StenchRadio.com. Sly-J (Sylvia J) is my webmaster! CRAZY! I have the best audience in the world! Listeners from L.A to Texas all over the US, Belgium,Canada, UK, France, Pakistan, Russia and …..Missouri.
4. What is the best thing about being a fucking punk rock radio man?
A: A “fucking” Punk Rock Radio man? That question, you’ll have to ask Mrs Stench! *Wink*
2nd Quadrant: The punk in a band.
1. So you have been in a couple Black Death Metal Bands?
A:Yes…….*Long uncomfortable pause*
2. What the hell kind of stuff did you do with Negativity Records?
A: I was the vocalist on Evil God’s CD. The very first time I laid eyes on it was when I saw it in the used bin at Cheapo’s Records here in Austin a couple of weeks ago. But seriously, TIM is doing well and he and I are still dear friends.
3. Did you go on tour with a band call the Powerless Flowers in the 1980’s?
A:I did a handful of shows with them there in Covina, CA as their bassist back in 1988. I deservedly was kicked out and came to Austin. I still talk to Abner on occasions. He is a wonderful guy and has a band with his daughter Samantha called Temper Tantrum. I need to call him and catch up.
4. What kind of music do you like best and what is your instrument of choice.
A: Untarnished early 80’s Punk Rock! Obviously, but I have been known to enjoy Early Industrial, Motown and Black Gospel.
Instrument: My voice and my PC….I am reforming my band The STENCHES this month.
3rd Quadrant: The Record Collector
1. How old where you when the record bug bit your butt?
A: In 1975. It was KISS, Black Sabbath,Thin Lizzy and Alice Cooper. I saw The Sex Pistols in Circus magazine and TV! I had The Sex Pistols, Ramones and Dead Boys on 8-Track Tape! *LOL* Remember those? My first punk rock record ever was “Nervous Breakdown” by Black Flag.
2. How many records do you have?
A:I don’t know, I would have many more if my ex-wife hadn’t have stolen some of them.
3. What are you favorite four records?
A: (1) The Damned-Machine Gun Etiquette (2) Black Flag-Damaged (3) The Germs-G.I (4) Dead Kennedy’s-Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables
4. Compare records and CD’s?
A: CD’s are more accessible and convenient , but I prefer the audio of vinyl better because it captures the “Live” experience more and it has more soul! They are more meaningful.
4th Quadrant: Who the HeLL are you?
1. Are you a punk rocker?
A: I am the Chief of my own tribe. I captain my own ship and I fall under no label. I happen to identify and relate to the passion and spirit that is called “Punk Rock.” Punk Rock in my opinion is not a genre or fad. It is a revolution and a not to be trite but a state of mind that refuses to be quiet ,but to be a voice of many generations. It is not a shop, a shoe, a tour or even a radio show. It is it’s own true energy and soul. Some people get it! Some sadly don’t. This is the music that stirs my soul and allows me to never die. (Undead)
2. Are you really an evil zombie man?
A: I am part Fulci, part Romero and Louisiana Swamp Rat. …And I look like a Elvis From Hell!
3. What politically motivates you?
A: Amendment 10 of the US Constitution States “The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, AND to the PEOPLE!”. The US Constitution originally was to grant Americans the ability to be their own governing voice and the Government was to have very little “hand on” in our lives. Where in the Constitution does it grant for example the IRS to have the power they do over our taxes, property ect? They are a private sector! Can anyone tell me who gave them their power? The Government needs to be totally disassembled. Uprising is what America need! We need to be our own governing voice.
4. Do you believe in love…?
A: Love is what made me start this show. Love is what generates our soul to have passion for whatever it is we love to do. Our Family , Friends, our scene, our music. Love for my Freedom is what keeps me from choking the shit out of anyone who annoys me. I love my wife, my daughter. I don’t like a lot of people, but I love the life that flows through people. Anyone who says “I don’t believe in Love” truly does not believe that. Anyone who does, is either full of shit or six feet under the ground. Ok, that is all you are getting out of me. I am starting to sound like a hippie or a owner of a cheese shop.
Meet The Flopside Family
I found my two jester friends making out today…
by Hudley 2/9/2017
The human garment.
“There is a time coming when a woman’s voice won’t have to be disguised in a man’s garment. Nor will men ever disguise themselves in women’s garments. There is such a thing as a human garment. That garment is the inner marriage. The unlived life of men and women will become the source of life when consciousness liberates us from patriarchal power.”
Page 111
The Ravaged Bridegroom, Masculinity in Women by Marion Woodman
The coniunctio, union of opposite, as harmonious interplay between male water and female fire.
“…When life is passing in the night, in the rushing night
A man, a woman in the night, in the lonely night
Must take a chance that in the light, in tomorrow’s light
They’ll be together, so much in love
Together, so much in love…”
I was out the other night. “We skipped the light fandango” a bit. Now and then a pint, at the local pub, is a requirement of sanity amongst the battling of our republic. A young local toxicologist asked me, demanded, that he would like some more of my Flopside Bubble Gum Comics. I said I will bring more. Yet, here is all of them. You can purchase them through my P.O. Box I do no sell them thorough my PayPal account as I do My Punkalullaby Journals.
P.O.Box 5355, West Hills, Ca 91308
https://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/
