Presidencetial Advisory Commission on Election Integrity Vice President Mike Pence chairs the Commission, and Kansas Secretary of State Kris Kobach serves as the vice chair.
DAH Dence Members
* Vice President Mike Pence, Chair * Kris Kobach, Secretary of State of Kansas, Vice-Chair * Connie Lawson, Secretary of State of Indiana * Bill Gardner, Secretary of State of New Hampshire * Matthew Dunlap, Secretary of State of Maine * Ken Blackwell, Former Secretary of State of Ohio * Christy McCormick, Commissioner, Election Assistance Commission * David Dunn, Former Arkansas State Representative * Mark Rhodes, Clerk of Wood County, West Virginia * Hans von Spakovsky, Senior Legal Fellow and Manager of Election Law Reform Initiative, Edwin Meese Center for Legal & Judicial Studies, The Heritage Foundation * J. Christian Adams, President and General Counsel, Public Interest Legal Foundation * Alan King, Probate Judge, Jefferson County, Alabama
“Whatever! Now if he starts the draft again I can just say I am transgender.”
I was blank-faced and said,
“Ha, Ha, Ha…. brilliant!”
Pink Hat Mr. Fuck … got a hard on for you Mr. Dump! In or out of the military…. more normal troops for the generals to kill with. Oh boy that means we get the good stuff here in the general Republic…
The repetition of images is good propaganda… and we here at Flopside Comics are guilty of that. We hope it rams down your subconscious and does some fruitfulness. Remember to be more than an asshole.
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.
“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
I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
~Hermann Hesse
My Punkalullaby Journals, one through four, are now included in one paperback book for sale at Amazon.
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine is not forgotten.
This was my concern in 2004 when I began my memoir about the punk scene I was passionately involved with. That Flipside Fanzine would be forgotten. How many punk rock books are now being sold today that mention Flipside? Enough to satisfy me. My Punk@lullaby Journals, one through four, are part of this memory. As I repeatedly say,
“There are many stories from the big punk rock. Mine is just one of them. Mine is a complimentary edition to read alongside the big punk rock books out there!”
My Punk@lullaby Journals share in the tapestry of the whole worth of what the original Los Angeles punk scene was and has now become! Yes, I have heard the echoes of
“Another old punk rock story.”
This is ok for me to hear now! I can,
“Transform it into something of value!”
It is good for an elder to share stories about life. This is an ancient archetype that I have taken on.
I did approach others to have my book published. I answered my need to publish it by doing it myself. All that I learned from the original punk scene was available to me. My mind and soul, a computer and printer and a bedroom converted into an office. The integrity of Flipside Fanzine shines through these little numbers I call journals.
All four journals I published myself. I am happy! As I move into turning sixty, I have done something of value by completing my project. I now share my journals with the public. I was close to thirty when I left the original punk scene! That terrifying year was 1989. Yes, all that first Saturn return, and second Saturn return jazz is happening as I write this post now. A continuity that I also share for those that study the oldest of synchronicity wise sciences.
My stories are not perfect stories. If you desire to buy one, or all four, I hope while reading and reflecting on my stories you will find some fair value for yourself. It was an extraordinary time, and we were wild free journalists documenting a scene. No one told us what to do.
We were punks publishing a punk ‘zine. We were running with a tight but growing punk scene. Nobodies from an underground culture. All individuals were unique yet part of a community of rebellious friends. I still endure the punk scene and it is my curse to embrace.
Click on Image to buy all four Journals in a Paperback.
In closed doors 13 senators decide. No disclosures no transparency. No women or Americans of color …. very white men only and republicans only. Very very conservative white men only. Exclusive group that speak for we the people. The 13 Senators are. Mitch McConnell, Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, John Cornyn, John Thune, John Barrasso, Chairman Mr. Hutch. Lamar Alexander, Michael B. Enzi, Tom Cotton, Cory Gardner, Rob Portman and Patrick J. Toomey.
Flopside Comics suck and so do these Senators….
but then we have Buffalo Springfield…. not all white men are as sick and despicable as these fucking stupid senator conservative fucks…
(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!!
The, another, big protest is happening today. Here at the Daily “FUCK” Gazette, watchers of the absurd and asinine, Mr. Fuck has made a sign and Mr. Shit drew a little doodle for yoodle…. we are with you, the mighty “WE THE PEOPLE.”
“As we fight the corpocracy, the fuckupracy of this world… their lies, their abuses that try to gobble us up into oblivion!!” ~Mr. Dang
“The emergence of values from remembering repeats in our old age the ancient myth of Memory, the mother of the nine. Muses. Each of the Muses—the patronesses of astronomy, comedy, dance, eloquence, epic, history, music, amatory poetry, and tragedy—artfully forms values by musing upon the goddess Memory who is her mother.
We do not need to form our remembrances into art, as the painter Grandma Moses did in her old age, or into a novel, as Giuseppe di Lampedusa did in his.
We need only to follow Memory’s daughters, musing over our memories and noticing how they take on significant shapes.”
~ James Hillman. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life.
Illustration from ‘Practica Musicae’ depicting the connection between music, the Muses, and celestial influences.
“Greek rational thought broke away from magic thought processes, and symbolically transferred the center of creative power from the female womb to the male brain (symbolized by Athene’s birth from the forehead of Zeus), creating the great Western cultural distortion that is still with us today, by giving greater value to culture than to nature, to the abstract Idea than to concrete Life itself.”
~Amaury de Riencourt. Woman and Power in History .
These illustrations are a way to in tune with “the female power again.” Intuition, illumination, and humor are a way to hold us on an alternative foundation or path.
A given for us females and a needed endeavor that must be taken by our male comrades. Most importantly for them. If we dare to have a chance in these dark times.
An offbeat flopside comic adventure...
Art -watercolors by Hudley Flipside aka Holly Cornell.
Nine Muses as the source of “in-aspiration,” literally breathing in “I-deas” of Goddess-spirits within. The Muses were originally a triad-the primordial Triple Goddess. First of them was Mnemosyne, “Memory,” who made poets able to remember sacred sagas.
“The whole classical iconographic story of the transformation of the soul and the stages of illumination.”
Apollo is seated at the top and the three Graces are dancing beside him. In his hand is the lyre that plays the song of the universe, and besides that is the vessel of abundance. The inscription over Apollo’s head says,
“The energy of the Apollonian mind moves everywhere through the muses.”
The muses are the inspirers of spiritual knowledge, and the source of their energy is the Graces. The Graces are naked because nakedness represents disengagement form the limitations of the clothing of time and space, but the Muses who represent the message of this naked truth to the world. The Graces are three aspects of Aphrodite. Her inflection as the moving powers of the energy of the world.
Euphrosyne: Joy and the radiance that flows to the world through the qualities of the nine Muses.
Aglaea: Splendor, the energy returning to the deity.
Selene: the celestial body of the moon. The arrow held by Selene in the sphere of the moon is held down, pointing us to the earth and its history, while the caduceus of Hermes points upward, directing us to spiritual heights.
Clio: the muse of history and historical writing.
Calliope: the Muse the radiance of the eternal principle of epic poetry. (Mercury /Hermes)
Thalia: Abundance: that unites the two. When you have put your head in the mouth of the lion you hear the song of nature. Muse of bucolic poetry, the poetry of the nature around you, the sheep and the lion and the trees and the mountains.
(3,4,5 The process of the rendering into the world the radiance of the Apollonian consciousness.)
The same old chaos from the small mushroom man. Tariffs, tariffs, tariffs…. This is a Flopside cOmic. I used to enjoy drawing and doodling this buffoon, but it is not so much fun anymore… redundant and annoying is more like it… the annoying Donald… the small mushroom man.
The central figure is the great serpent whose tail is Cerberus. The three-headed dog who guards the underworld. Thalia is also the name of the ninth Muse. She is both below Cerberus’s head and she is also the central Grace above. Silent Thalia when she is under the threshold of the earth. “You can’t accept the bite of death and so you’re not hearing the song of the universe, and that why Thalia is silent.” We are afraid of the three heads of the dog. Fire of the sun, the present, yielding ourselves to the present. The wolf, the fear of the passage of time. The Dog which represents desire and hopes for the future.
“What binds us is the present, past and future and so we’re bound to the ego. This is the image of the snake biting Peleus’s Achilles tendon.
“Let the serpent of death bite your heel, do hear the song of the universe and then the Muses sing…when you have died to your ego and rational consciousness there open the intuition, that is to say, you hear the song of the muses, and this is the female power again.”
Nine Muses
The first triad of the earth, the moon and mercury.
The second triad is the transition through the sun door into the high sphere of purely spiritual experience.
Terpsichore the muse of dance. (Venus)
Melpomene the muse of tragedy and tragic poetry. (the Sun)
Erato the Muse of the art of erotic poetry. (Mars)
The highest triad where we are released from bondage to matter and death.
Euterpe the Muse of Flute song. (Jupiter, Zeus)
Polyhymnia the Muse of choral sacred song. (Kronos)
Urania the Muse of Astronomy.
(The heaven of the fixed stars)
Sources…
Practica Musicae, Franchinus Gaffurius, Interpreted by Joseph Campbell from his book Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine.
The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker
Also, today I am adding another most important source. “The Practica Musicae of Franchinus Gafurius” (First published in Milan in 1406)
The images contained in this book inspired my renderings. I was amazed at what I found and so started my journey.
“The High Renaissance in northern Italy was a crucial period in the development of the music of western civilization. The Pythagorean definition of interval in terms of precise mathematical ratio concepts of tuning, the controversy between ration and the “errant” senses…. helped bridge the gap between music as a philosophical science and music as a secular art. “
I include here images from this book. “…evolved both from ancient and medieval tradition and from the demands of performance in the late fifteenth century.”
Original source is acknowledged here with great joy…. the ancient past, the present…. it is amazing how we humans enjoy getting to know our soul, history, inspiration, astrology, philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, science and dare I say music ?
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.
Illustration for Lady of the Lake, Richard Westall British | 1765 – 1836
Last night’s dream set me on a journey of murder and fear. I left my car’s break off and it flew down the hill knocking down people, places, and things.
Yet, somehow, I ended up in a cave / loft underground looking up on a reflection of Our Lady of Guadalupe. There were five or six of us looking up, out of the loft.
A wood ladder hung upon the opening and straw was all around. I started to hum a song.
I did some research and found out that this song has an interesting history separate from Latin or the Catholic Church.
Franz Schubert Opus 52, 7 songs set to Walter Scott’s epic poem Lady of the Lake. (1825)
“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,
My gentle guide, in following thee.”
― Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake
Original text for Ellens dritter Gesang III is Scott/Stork Text before Lain text “Catholic Ave Maria” (Hail Mary).
Corpus Hermeticum “Isis teaching with Hermes Trismegistus at her right hand and Moses at her left. ” (fresco, Renaissance, Vatican, 1493) ~ Pinturicchio, Classical and the Christian.
Io: Leaping in torments of hunger I come With a furious rush, the victim Of the cunning and jealousy of Hera Suffers what I suffer? ~But mark out clearly The Fate that will be mine in time To come; what remedy, what medicine for ill? Tell me, if you know them: Speak to the virgin who wanders in misery?
~ Prometheus Bound: 600 ~ Aeschylus
“According to a legend preserved in Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound, the tormented nymph Io, when released from Argus by Hermis, fled, in the form of a cow, to Egypt; and there, according to a later legend, recovering her human form, gave birth to a son identified as Serapis, and Io became known as the goddess Isis.” Pg. 250-251, Goddesses~ Joseph Campbell
“Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.”
~ Tim Lyons
Marching down memory lane. I have mentioned this stencil before. I was inspired by a book by Tim Lyons about generational astrology. What really rang true for me was his knowledge of Chiron. At the time I was living in a little apartment with my family in Van Nuys California.
I had to do something to express my excitement. So I created a stencil on available cardboard with my trusty X-Acto knife (that I still have ). This image is the last I have of Chiron.
I lost the stencil. It does not matter if you view this image from the perspective of mythology, astrology, or depth psychology, it is a key that I found to healing and regeneration. I love Chiron.
Dreams and daydreaming are the next best things to writing. Where else can you drive an Aston Martin down a road and crash into things and run over mail boxes. Knowing there is no power steering and the chassis rides on the road like driving on black ice?
“I don’t remember the car driving like this before?“
Waking up to dream reality, you find that you are calm and lying on a circular bed, just like the one in Casino Royale with Peter Sellersand Ursula Andress, but you are the gal and Ed Kuepper is the escaped convict.
You look at him sideways with one eye and he is looking back at you.
Then you find yourself walking out a door into a mansion.
Donald Trump is having a party where everyone there is wheeling and dealing. Yet, you sit down in front of Donald, and he sells you that 1961 Aston Martin for $2,000.
At this same time, you realize that his desk is unorganized as he reaches for papers and a pen, but nothing is where he can find it. Regardless, his manner is sweet, and he holds calm etiquette.
This does not explain the deep feelings, longings, humor and forgetfulness of your oscillating mind. As when you get out of the Aston Martin and realize that it was falling apart and there is steam coming out of every end. The bumpers are demolished. The car looks like an accordion.
When a man comes up to you and calmly states,
“They don’t make them like that anymore!”
“You think..?”
“Well, maybe I should have had a car mechanic look at it first before I bought it from Donald?”
Then you notice seeing Tequila Mockingbird, Alice Braun and Pleasant Gehman sitting on a balcony over a large parking lot of fresh fallen snow. At this moment you ask them a strange question, as you float by,
“…If you could go back to 1979 all over again, would you?”
Two said yes, the other no.
All of a sudden you find you are in a monorail. A special ride. This monorail turns and rides into the ocean. Like a big giant snake, it goes diving down into the water, then up again, then down again. It becomes something else.
YOU are now in a hologram underwater in a transparent submarine. You feel calm. A big fish swims up to you and you realize it is the fish cartoon you created, with pencil and ink, months ago, it says
“Hi, how are you?”
Then there are the day dreams…
While staring outside into your garden, you notice large monoliths coming down from the sky. About six feet tall and about 4 feet wide. Perfect and triangular.
Black as the night without a moon. If you look long enough into these black onyx shapes, stars shine forth from the deep darkness they possess.
They are firm silent statues in your garden. You notice the seven monoliths all day and so do the cats. Yet, no one else does. Slowly they move into the earth until they are covered and gone.
Or looking out of the computer window in a trance, where in your daydream begins hearing loud sirens screaming, like the ones in golden ancient myths.
You also hear church bells ringing and the sounds are coming closer. You felt calm but now you are feeling heart palpitations. You notice monks in black robes with white braided cords around their waists.
They are walking down your street. They are ringing large bells in their hands while screaming siren screams. The wind is blowing, and the sound of truck engines melt past you. You notice their large loud mouths open as they parade past your house. What are they heralding or why have they come?
He opened the door to the “theater of the absurd!”
Times when creative inspiration filled his veins with contradictions of contrition; terror and bliss, hate and love, mediocrity and profoundness! Today, he is outside the door wondering,
“… do I have the will to go through that door again ?”
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
~ Khalil Gibran
A bowing to my hidden psyche, and a bowing back to the child of the cosmos!
We will be OK!!
At the most troubling times strange things happen. I knew a flip was on the way. I felt it! The super moon affirms it. Yet, the continuity and mathematical perfection of the dance of the earth and the moon, do leave a way to contingency. Made hopeful, I was reminded of this today.
Times like these I turn to poets, philosophy, and depth psychology. A mental triangular thought of three words guided me. The last few weeks causality, teleology and synchronicity moved me.
I try to remember the powers of these principles as meaning something special in my life, and as I see the possibilities, as special happenings, in the lives of others.
Today while giving blood to the vampires at Kaiser, my eyes fell upon a father and his son. He had his, under a year, child spread out ready for a fast diaper change. I said,
“How lucky you are!”
He smiled and tickled the belly of his son.
The child was looking in the opposite direction. I spoke.
“Hello there.”
The child turned to me with a big smile. A hello that would make the whole world rejoice. No teeth and giggling with the power of the cosmos glowing in his being.
I was deeply touched by this.
“Oh, how lovely. You have made my day… thank you!”
As I walked away from the hospital, feeling the weight of the day press heavily on my shoulders, I knew that the principle of contingency zeroed in on me in a cosmic moment. The air felt charged with uncertainty, whispering in my ears all the possibilities that lay ahead, each one a fork in the road of my life, and I could almost sense the threads of fate weaving around me. Each step took me further from the sterile walls of the hospital, yet closer to an awakening within myself, a realization that life was defined not just by the moments we plan for, but by those unexpected twists that shape our very existence.
and more punk history It was a day of closure and new beginnings. I leased one picture I took around thirty-seven years ago. It is now part of a film that is coming out soon. In the scheme of things, it is a small thing regarding this film.
It is a piece of the puzzle that screams loudly of integrity. I have been treated particularly good throughout the process. I got paid for it. (It is a pic of original line up of Black Flag after they broke up, but Keith is singing anyway at the Church) When American Hardcore came out I was overwhelmed by how the punk scene was presented. I did not like it. I saw my same picture in both the film and book. I even confronted the situation.
I said, “… that writers and journalists need to research their work and consider original source.” My words were ignored. Regretfully, I let it go. I am treated better by the film industry than my own punk community over this.
And that is a fact. Yet, I hold no grudges or bad feelings. I just walked around the problem and solved it my own way. The film “20th Century Women” will have an image folded in its creation that rings truth. From what I have viewed online, I am interested in this film because the film is set during 1979. (When my picture was taken)
Also, I am a woman of this generation. The film is based on a mother and her 15-year-old son. I have a 15-year-old son now. Interestingly, the film includes the early punk scene which is why the photograph is placed in the film. Nice synchronicity of goodness and better feelings! Everything happens for a reason. I’ve learned that integrity must be earned. It takes time and it is resilient! This image will only be viewed in the blink of an eye.
That is OK by me. I will be on the ending credits for a picture I took at a unique time & place in punk rock history, and it was originally published in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Something to inspire my boys!!!! There are many stories from the big punk rock….
This is just one of them via Flipside Fanzine and me, and from a long time ago little punk chick named “HUD” ~Hudley! A brave little girl you were, you were!
Someone, a few or many is / are looking through my work here steadfastly.
It is a little discerning to me. Yet as I notice old posts being read, I can edit them and brush off the dust.
This is one of my favorite adventures in my understanding of real power of female energy which is being called upon right now to help women in our current culture.
I call on her power as well to defeat the bastards and also now conservative bitches who oppress women in any way.
All Women, Their bodies their minds and their wills. All women need to be given back the right to their own bodies.
I call upon the Holy Baubo
her impressive mythology
her power will conquer.
bringing justice for all women.
“But you have the beauty and strength of love on your side. And if we can find a sense of humor, too, these are the weapons of the angels.”
~ A Summer Place.
Walking into the small misty temple, I at once noticed the stained glass window. I sat on the tree stump. The image was enhanced by a crescent shape design and by a few candles flashing colorful red, gold and purple flames. I took to memory the message. I knew it was true.
My search to find the great Baubo, the Holy Baubo, had failed again. Yet, her new message was presented to me in the reflective glass widow image.
She was to do it. At the beginning. She had to defeat those evil bastards…
