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till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

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

Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

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I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. 

  Sweet is the nectar from 

lemon tree and lavender. 

Letting go of worries and

 desires that do not serve me now. 

An old friend, a song, comes to mind
 
 as my "leaves in the wind."

  Perfect are old recorded songs 

and the insect, flower and tree! 

Somehow as I pause in breathing,

 I am lost in this perfection.

 The recurring of pause of being,

the repetition of listening to old songs

the heartfelt listening and watching nature,

Is my catalyst for artistic expression. 

Never to let us down !!


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

My Punk@lullaby Journal Three

“My Punkalullaby is incredibly brave journal about the early days of Flipside, High School, discovering Nirvana, and the LA punk scene. Many of the stories about the LA scene have been told repeated ad nauseam, but Hudley has a unique perspective on what happened and what it was like.”

~ Steve Hart, New Wave Chicken Magazine

Out today! Take off where the last one left off. The journey continues… this is the drugs and foolish love issue.

My Shop

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

Baubo Protagonist

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.

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Terrible Deaths!

Current and new like the fresh fallen show or a baby’s behind…

ANother terrible and worthless piece of crap comic from the Flopside Bubblegum comic series…

Hitler as an Art Student…

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A jerk that was willing to pose for a good cause… his words not mine… 

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

Venus

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It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde
As Spring vividly approaches!
The underworld is spilling upwards
I’ve noticed shadows and illness
Addiction, handicaps, and depression.
My heart is hurt and overwhelmed.

Man at the parking lot asking for money
Young man in a wheelchair
As parents push him through the supermarket
his eyes deep in a world of despair. 

I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears
Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power
As we walk through these dark times
To acknowledge it all with observing hearts
That hear and feel!

We help by our vibrations of
compassion, empathy and caring.
A silent prayer of hope,
So, the wounded can find a gentle joy
That pleasure brings
upon their vivid blood-red hearts.

She knows and she descends to us
the gift of her sweetness
for all times.

Walking with those that hold the lanterns
In the dark desending spiral into the underworld.
Light that eliminates the darkness
By acknowledgment, letting go.

As hearts grow in applied ways
This is our wisdom
A balm for our world…
Breast bending up
Chest falling down
And love will be found there too.
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Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

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

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 3

Trump wants more money but no words of “OUR NATION IS AT WAR”…. nothing new in the scheme of lies told by our presidents… at least this guy, Army General Tony Thomas commander of U.S. special operation forces, has the balls to tell the truth. Last year under Obama’s eye of fine etiquette and diplomacy, he silently bombed the hell out of other countries… and Trump is lying about it still. We at Flopside COmics oppose war and bombing other countries but we love the truth when we hear it!!

“Make whoopee the Marlon Brando way, not war the american way” ~ Mr. Shit (he has dementia but I think you get his drift…)

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https://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/

the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!

Volume One, number two of the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!

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“etched into eternity” was trump’s real to honest words… I changed it! Let’s talk chaos theory boys !! ~ Mr. Fuck

Flopside Comics suck. Adult toilet paper humor!! Absurd, ridiculous, and nasty to the core.

https://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/

wilds of youth

Winter is often a time to reflect as the fire burns. In a year I will be a senior citizen and like my mom told me, “I may be old on the outside… but I still feel young on the inside!” I still yell the rebel call now and then too! So What?!

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My mom saved my praying mantis stencil behind the living room bar. She had extreme foresight and it is a valuable symbol for me on the continuity of life, and of caring,and sharing your dreams with others. She knew!!! She left it there and  after her death it was found.

Punk nostalgia is a good thing.

I was thinking about my parent’s home today. Over 55 years it was the home of my heart and my youthful years. A place to visit and be loved. Now that it is gone to me, I still like to think upon it and share how great it was. Building tree forts, running away from my dad cause he was being a drunk ass, or enjoying the great fires he would make in the fireplace. Mom’s cooking was always a delight to sit down to.

“We just want to live a lovely life.” ~ Steve Ignorant

I miss the wild freedom the Flipside Fanzine people had to create and speak out. It was an overwhelming experience all the time. The great, foolish and  profound characters that we promoted and shared rebellion with, I miss them too. So punk nostalgia is a good friend to remember. Punk has transformed into a different animal. It ain’t what it was. Shows are vastly bigger. Yet, in contrast to this are the small free shows at local bars, when you can find them. I like local now ! I don’t like driving the freeways anymore if I don’t have to.

“Just because we give the impression that life’s a certain way because of technology, there are still people having a rough time of it. So there are bands trying to do it, and there always will be. You’ve just got to go and find them.” ~ Steve Ignorant

I miss the wilds of my youth to run up green hills in Spring and slide down them on cardboard boxes. I miss going to shows where I knew all the players. I had something to offer them then.

 

 

The Daily “Fuck” Gazette

Volume One, number one of the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!

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