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An Original Punk Rock Scene Journalist… also a woman.

“Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
You watch tv to find out what’s right and wrong.
Open your eyes to what you respected.
Open your eyes and you can reject it.”

The Avengers

There is a rather new Facebook page called Original Women Of Punk. It is fun to be involved with as well as look back at the stories and histories of original punk women. Yet there are times when I see women posting things that are not accurate. I don’t want to cause a fuss, so I just let it be. Once in awhile on a off mood I challenge an individual with the truth. I realize it may not be taken the right way. I feel it is necessary.
I did document the original punk rock scene as a woman punk journalist via Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I loved the punk scene. I lived the life.
I don’t think I am better than anyone else that did not document the punk rock scene. Also, I do not think that the film Decline of Western Civilization is a true documentary source of the punk rock scene. It does have the correct bands from that place and time in punk rock history. Regardless, it is an interpretation or embellished film artwork imitating life. As a documentarian of the punk scene I did not imitate the punk scene. I was part of it and documented it as I experienced it. The complete punk rock culture. There were no actors playing characters in a film.
That is why I am selling the 10-year anniversary issue to share the punk scene of many punk rock voices with the global community. I am preserving the scene that I loved so dearly.

I don’t think I am better than another for what I have achieved but I will not ignore what I have done

I am not putting down another if I disagree with a post on the Original Women Of Punk page. It is just my experienced opinion.

I have worked with many staff people, bands, promoters and fans involved intimately in the punk rock scene.  When I found Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine it was on its last foot. It had not been published in about five mouths. Al Flipside and I got it back on its feet and went from there (1978 -1979). We documented the scene via a fanzine, Flipside Videos and records for 10 years. The original punk rock scene.
I am proud of my part in this process and I will not let anyone belittle me for sharing my truth.
Like I always say,

THERE ARE MANY STORIES FROM THE BIG PUNK ROCK, Mine is just one of them.



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Time of Coyote

Driving towards home the dark night held all the romance that a woman could ask for. Falling in love after 30 was not a goal. Looking out of the passenger seat coyote was eyeballing my lover. He looked back at the wild thing that was part of a mythology deep in this hill’s subconscious. Hadn’t he been on top of coyote hill and tasted the nectar of adventure? Once on top years earlier coyote turned to look as coyote defined his territory.  A wild thing knowing all those living there. A sacred path that went on for generations.  

Posts about Coyote

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/02/17/coyote-hill/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/09/17/coyote-green-stone-story/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2014/03/19/yellow-behind-the-ears/

https://hudleyflipside.com/2017/11/23/autumn-magic-poem-7-all-wild-things-that-know-us/

 

 

 

 

Paperback: To Ride A Painted Pony Wild~ Now for Sale

In Paperback – July 19, 2019 To Ride A Painted Pony Wild: The Adventures Of Sony and Raubie

Sony and Holly Picture by brother Steve Hudson (rip)

“A novella is a text of written, fictional, narrative prose normally longer than a short story but shorter than a novel, somewhere between 17,500 and 40,000 words. The English word “novella” derives from the Italian novella, feminine of novello, which means “new”.[1] The novella is a common literary genre in several European languages. “ `Wikipedia

I decided to make this real-life story into a short novella. It is a bit off the beaten track because a novella tends to be fiction. Yet I have found many that aren’t.

This story is like capturing the essence of a wildflower while watercoloring or grasping a political expression for one of my Flopside comics. I tend to grasp and then get it out there before I lose the essence of what is coming forth.

This story may have taken time to materialize into a novella format. Which I feel protects its essence which I hope will come across.

It is set in the early 1970s.

As my two boys, my dancing John and the punk rock scene… Sony was one of my greatest gifts.



Ok…. it does take time…


2016 Film 20TH CENTURY WOMEN

20TH CENTURY WOMEN

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Photo included in this Film 

Black Flag with Kieth Morris Singing. Last image of this band in their original lineup.1979 Photo taken by Hudley Flipside aka Holly D. Cornell

Nice to be acknowledged in closing credits.
Very honored to be a part of the film.
https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/20th_century_women/


My review of Film….

https://hudleyflipside.com/2017/01/02/we-call-life/


 

Mindfulness

“… but rather that it is the intangible things that imprint on us and we imprint on others that are most important… allow that magic to spread to your soul and enlighten you spiritually.” ~ Bear Medicine Walker / omtimes.com

Often our lessons in life come through illness. We all go through these experiences. As well as our  ancestors, loved ones and friends have. My illness has taught me a mindfulness of others who have gone through similar experiences. A family member or a friend that went through illness and died. Wasn’t it Madam Blavatsky who said, “We have neither friends nor enemies only teachers?”

An illness may be only a Physiology illness but I am experiencing mine as more. My illness is in the area of my heart. It is in my lungs and esophagus. The area of our hearts and lungs are what connect us to our friends, family and ancestors. As practicing mindfulness, it is helping me to see that all relationships are what Madam Blavatsky taught. Also that we all have a dark and light side.

Today I am writing an essay about two people who were, and still are, a big part of my life. I experienced their dark side and light side. Their joy and sadness are with me. I am hoping that this Tibetan Buddhism subtle mindfulness will help my two relationships that have passed on. In return helping me to let go of resentments and promote healing. As Raven from the Native American Medicine Wheel teaches, “Be strong, have faith and remember within all things are lessons and positives.”

Today my mindfulness is focused on two relationships, my long time girlfriend Lynn and my oldest brother Steven Jarva . Both were independent, shy and creative people. They both had an addiction. Lynn died of an overdose before she turned 50. Steven Jarva was an alcoholic and I was not close to him when he died so I don’t know what illness killed him in his early 70s.

Now for the good part through they both caused me pain, stress and unhappiness. They also brought me so much fun, joy and love. This also is a mindfulness of how they experienced me in life.

Lynn and I grew up playing as a profession. We were wild as the wind. Later in life she drove me and some other friends to high school every day.  She had a little brown VW Bug. She always had a tape of Crosby Stills Nash and Young on her cassette car radio.

Steven Jarva was my brother who I looked up to as a kid. He was 11 years older than I was. I painfully watched as he left our home at 18. He was a movie extra for years. He was a lady’s man and sailed on his own sail boat to Hawaii. He was a licensed scuba diving instructor. He took me sailing and I sat on the front tip or the ‘stuck.’.  Flying on the waves as a seagull. He had a Ford Falcon that he raced when he was younger. I learned about the Beatles listing to his 8-track tape of Rubber Soul while he worked on the engine with his cute friends.

That is it…. mindfulness…


 

Inanna’s Trinity

“But when women succeed in maintaining themselves against the anumus, instead of allowing themselves to be devoured by it, then it ceaes to be only a danger and becomes a creative power. We women need this  power, for, strange as it seems, only when this masculine entity becomes an integrated part of the soul and carried on its proper  function, and, at the same time, also being herself, to fulfill her individual human destiny.” Pg. 42 Animus and Anima; Two Essays by Emma Jung.


rom Winter to Spring real change happens. The death of Winter and the rebirth of Spring. The resurrection of Christ Jesus after three days in the underworld, the release of Prometheus by Chiron, and the release of Persephone from the underworld. Here she spends 6 months with Pluto and 6 mouths with her mother Demeter. The motif is about the same thing and I am sure there are many other myths, stories and religious texts where one can bring this concept forth. One that is not as popular is the story of Inanna the Goddess of love, Queen of Heaven and Earth. It is a trinity. It is a cuneiform Sumer texts about 3000 years old.  First there is Inanna, then Ereshkigal~ Queen of the Underworld, and finally we have Lilith ~ the dark rebel adolescent of Inanna.

Here we also find a similar part as with Persephone where Inanna’s king Dumuzi as the shepherd king of Uruk spends 6 months in the underground.

“His heart was filled with tears, The shepherd’s heart was filled with tears, Dumuzi’s heart was filled with tears.”

The wisdom god Enki helps Inanna from the underground.

“He creates from the dirt of this fingernails the kurgarra and galatur- instinctual, asexual creatures who will not disturb the necessary infertility rules of the kur. He endows the creatures with the artistic and empathetic taken of being professional mourners, capable of mirroring the lonely queen’s emotions.” Pg. 160.

Also interesting in this ancient trinity is the place of Lilith. Here a difference perspective of her.

“The powerful Lilith of Inanna’s adolescent days had to be sent away so Inanna’s life exploring talents could be developed. But now that Inanna has become queen of her city, wife to her beloved, mother of her children, she is more able to face what she has neglected and feared: the instinctual wounded, frightened parts of herself. She now hears, and capable of responding to, the labor call of Ereshkigal ~The Great Below.” Pg. 160 Inanna by Diane Wolkstein .


God of Wisdom and Shepard King

“He creates from the dirt of his fingernails the Kurgarra, the food of life, and Galatur the water of life.


Inanna’s Trinity

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Goddess of Love, Queen of Heaven and Earth

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Queen of the Underworld

Dark Rebel and Adolescent of Inanna


Flowing Myrrh

Sandro Botticelli (Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi) (1445 � 1510)
La Derelitta

I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
 must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
but my beloved had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure. [a]
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.

Song of Solomon 5: 1-8

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The heart


2. Redefinition

Turn an annoyance into a reminder of privilege. For example, a messy home that was just cleaned yesterday can be seen as a visible sign of how privileged you are to have kids at home who make messes, instead of an annoyance. Or maybe you get annoyed by a spouse who squeezes the toothpaste tube in the middle or leaves the toilet seat up. Next time you get annoyed, catch yourself and see it as a reminder of how privileged you are to have them in your life. Anything that annoys you can be the trigger for gratitude and love. This is true alchemy, the turning of the base into the precious.

https://www.finerminds.com/personal-growth/five-signs-your-fourth-chakra-is-weak/

Percival

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percival


https://hudleyflipside.com/2017/04/18/pluto-love/

One drop of rain

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SEVEN YEARS ON WORDPRESS !!


I have Chiron square Mercury in my 7th house…

At the The VIVA May 21, Photo by Daisy Obetsanov


th (18)idn’t speak much when I was young. Was not interested in writing either. Only a few poems. I played with my friends, but I found it more and more difficult to communicate at school. I felt restricted, invisible or persecuted by my own peers. I was wild and not awake to the pounding of an education that seemed incredulous to me. I now realize I had foresight, creativity and a natural spiritualism that could not find contact. Nature was receptive! My mom and dad tried with lots of watercolors and paper.  A giant black board was painted in my room. Endless chalk drawings were created and erased, drawn and erased. The old player piano in the boys’ room is where I spent hours playing any song I wanted that I learned by heart only.


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Did I not express myself in school because of fear? Was it the constant fighting and alcoholism in my household which pushed my mind down into myself? Was it dyslexic, autism or a painful shyness that was the bewildering issue within me? We the children were not diagnosed back then.

Having foresight was a curse when no one listened!  I did not have the proper device , neither did I have the wise ability to  reach out  towards others. I did not have a voice!

Now at 60 I realize my heart & mind are mature and keen enough to reach my inward growing child. That is my reasoning currently to create a hub like The Seminary Of Praying Mantis.  To share my voice and reach a global community! I believe this is the truth. Finding one’s voice and sticking to it is wonderful. The last seven years WordPress has helped to make this happen for me.


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I am celebrating 7 years with WordPress. My HUB in a global community.

While spending a few hours observing nature this afternoon. I know that the many voices were loud and some subtle. The chirp-chirp birds, to the black crows on tall cypress trees. Above me high in the sky are the circling hawks and the commercial jets. Sounds of life. One drop of rain touched me. I am one drop of rain too.

I invite you to support The Seminary of Praying Mantis and celebrate with me. I have words to read, items for sale and images to make you laugh. I have grown as a writer, author and artist.  It is amazing that so many tools are available where one can publish ones’ works! It can be achieved very cheaply and sometimes even for free as with Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing. I have taken the core of my punk philosophy, wild nature, foresight and freedom to communicate with the world. I found a place to express myself. It is colorfully rewarding….

My Punkalullaby: The Seminary Of Praying Mantis (Punk Fanzine Memoir Book 1) http://a.co/2ZeXdAU