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Giddy Up Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow

September 17, 2011

Happy birthday..............and unpleasant dreams!

Cassandra Peterson (born September 17, 1951) is an American actress best known for her on-screen horror hostess character Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.  With heavily-applied pancake horror make-up and a towering black beehive wig concealing her flame-red hair, the transformation from Cassandra Peterson to the sexy “Elvira” was so drastic that no one ever recognized her out of costume.  Elvira reclined on a red Victorian couch, introducing and often interrupting the movie to lampoon the actors, the script, and the bad editing. Adopting the flippant tone of a California valley-girl, she brought a satirical, sarcastic edge to her commentary without ever being crass or mean-spirited. Like a macabre Mae West, she reveled in dropping risqué double entendres as well as making frequent jokes about her eye-popping display of cleavage.

In an AOL Entertainment News interview, Peterson revealed, “I figured out that Elvira is me when I was a teenager. She’s a spastic girl. I just say what I feel and people seem to enjoy it.”

Her name is Cherry
We’ve just met
But already she knows me
Better than you
She understands me
After eighteen years
And you still don’t see me
Like you ought to do
~ lyrics Amy Winehouse



Image sourced from Joyce’s Take ~ from the heart of Downtown LA, 5 posts a week on political & social commentary and satire.


Patsy Cline: A Honky-Tonk Angel

September 8, 2011

Remembering Patsy ~ 8 September 1932

Image source: mobijoy ringtones  

 WINCHESTER, Virginia — For all the nights my crazy old mother sang Crazy while she did the dishes, I wanted to visit the house where a poor Virginia girl named Virginia Hensley grew up to become Patsy Cline.

What I found was a shrine, not to Patsy’s enduring, haunting voice — only silence plays in the little white cabin on South Kent Street, lovingly restored and opened last week to tourists — but to a family’s endurance of the sort of grinding, numbing daily travail that may become our children’s fate if this calamitous summer heralds the dawning of a second Great Depression. (read full article written 20 August 2011)

Further Exploration

Aquarius Papers ~ Astrology Past, Astrology pressent – 2011, 2012, 2013 – it’s the 1930s all over again!


The Golden Wattle of Imbolc

August 4, 2011

Imbolc is usually celebrated August 1st /2nd in the Southern Hemisphere and the start of February in the Northern Hemisphere.

The actual Moment of Imbolc/Lammas – the cross-quarter between Solstice and Equinox – is at 20:37 UT (“Universal Time” as it is called) on the 7th August. That is 6:37 on the 8th August at my place – EST Australia.

Photograph by A J Campbell of a woman amidst the blooms of a Cootamundra wattle Acacia baileyana

In Australia Wattle day is also celebrated around this season, and is a highly appropriate use of flower for Imbolc as the land bursts into this bright, joyous and abundant flower. This rich maiden time is often used as a time to bless the home and garden, let go of the old and prepare for new growth. Herbs, mixed with milk, honey and white or yellow flowers are used to bless the garden and traditionally young girls in white would bless the fields.

We stand on the threshold of another Australian Spring – a particular time when the whole land is in beauty, arrayed with Wattles all abloom in the most exquisite tints and tones of yellow, and there from is ascending like a continual oblation, an invisible cloud, the soft, sweet perfume of pure wattle incense. (read full article here)

Saint Mary of the Cross, (15 Jan 1842 - 8 Aug 1909)

Redfern artist John Jewell holds an unfinished bust of Mary MacKillop. Photo: Steven Siewert

Winter-Spring Earth Wisdom

By Glenys Livingstone Ph.D.

The Early Spring/Imbolc celebration is traditionally a time of dedication to the nurturance of the New Young Being. Once again, this is no wimpy task: it is for the brave and courageous, whether one is committing to the new being in another or in one’s self. The Great Goddess Brigid of the Celtic peoples is traditionally invoked for such a task. She has been understood for millennia as the One Who tends the Flame of Being: a Brigid-ine commitment is one that is unwavering in its devotion to the central truth of each unique particular self. The stories of Old speak of Brigid in three primary capacities – that may need spelling out in our times, as they are almost forgotten skills: She is imagined as Blacksmith, Physician and Poet … all three.

Blacksmith is one who takes the unshapely lump of raw metal, melts it, then takes the fiery hot form and shapes it … this is no stereotypical “feminine” act: the Goddess of Old is not bound by such patriarchal dualisms. She is spiritual warrior, shaman – this is Her eternal Virgin quality, never separate from the Mother quality or the Old One quality, and no need to characterize such power as “masculine” or dissociate it from “nursery” activity.

Physician is one who understands the “physics” of being, of matter … how a body relates within itself and within its context, functions harmoniously and thus may heal/whole. In this role, Brigid is scientist, healer … none of it separate. Her physics is biologically connected – an understanding of dwelling within a whole and seamless Universe.

Poet of Old is one who speaks the metaphors, the stories of cultural knowledge, the sacred language of Creativity – one who “spells” what may be so. It is a power of spirit: the voice enabled by air, resonant with the winged ones – the birds – whose perspective transcends boundaries. The ancients knew Poetry as a sacred and powerful task – that with our words, we do create what is so. Brigid’s “motherhood statements” are statements of the Mother/Creator, Who once again is never separate from Her whole self – the Young One and the Old One – represented in the Triple Spiral dynamic.

The coming into Being that Winter Solstice and Early Spring celebrates, is an awesome thing. It takes courage and daring. It has taken courage and daring – always. In these times of change, it is perhaps particularly so. Our times require the melting down of so much that no longer works, that will not carry us through. These times require the re-shaping and speaking of new realities – an aboriginal magic of new connections, with what is already present within us, if we can but plumb it, open to it deep within. This is a great seasonal moment to get with the plot of Creativity, to align ourselves with our Native Wisdom …the Wisdom that in fact brings us all into being. We may re-spond to the gift of being by receiving it graciously – and thus become re-sponsible. Though we may feel inadequate, we are not – and we need to begin.

Sometimes it has been a useful exercise to re-write prayers or songs learned perhaps too well as a child or later, to re-speak them and imbue them with new understandings. It is a way of spelling one’s self, of changing one’s mind – to articulate with each word and phrase what one truly believes to be so. And besides, many of the prayers and praises that are found in patriarchal religions of recent human history are often founded upon the expressions of some earlier Earth-based Goddess religion that is now unmentioned and buried. So any re-writing and listening to one’s own interpretations of the pattern of the prayer may end up being closer to its original sense, as well as speaking a new moment.

I offer the following, addressing the Universe as Mother:

Our Mother
Who is with us,
Holy is our Being.
Thy Kin-dom is present.
Thy Desire is felt throughout the Cosmos.
We graciously receive your infinite daily abundance.
May we forgive each other our lack of skill and insensitivity.
May we understand our inner guidance,
and perceive each other’s needs.
For Thine is the Kin-dom, the Power and the Story,
forever and ever.
Blessed Be3

© Glenys Livingstone 2008.


Hanging on the Telephone

June 22, 2011

Quilted Labyrinth by Barbara Shapel

Labyrinth I pattern available here Barbara Shapel Contemporary Fiber Artist

by Adrienne Rich

A woman in the shape of a monster
a monster in the shape of a woman
the skies are full of them

a woman ‘in the snow
among the Clocks and instruments
or measuring the ground with poles’

in her 98 years to discover
8 comets

she whom the moon ruled
like us
levitating into the night sky
riding the polished lenses

Galaxies of women, there
doing penance for impetuousness
ribs chilled
in those spaces of the mind

An eye,

‘virile, precise and absolutely certain’
from the mad webs of Uranusborg

encountering the NOVA

every impulse of light exploding

from the core
as life flies out of us

Tycho whispering at last
‘Let me not seem to have lived in vain’

What we see, we see
and seeing is changing

the light that shrivels a mountain
and leaves a man alive

Heartbeat of the pulsar
heart sweating through my body

The radio impulse
pouring in from Taurus

I am bombarded yet I stand

I have been standing all my life in the
direct path of a battery of signals
the most accurately transmitted most
untranslatable language in the universe
I am a galactic cloud so deep
so invo-luted that a light wave could take 15
years to travel through me
And has taken
I am an instrument in the shape
of a woman trying to translate pulsations
into images for the relief of the body
and the reconstruction of the mind.


May the Fourth be With You

May 5, 2011

Image Credit: OrangeIntense

Of course, yes, I spent years——-if not DECADES———working on what I like to think of as my delicately layered portrait of CARRIE FISHER——–that tragic, dual celebrity offspring/issue——-who went from intergalactic off center fold to  drug addicted cinematic side kick to bi polar one time bride of bite sized brilliant song writer to not so semi autobiographical novel scribbling mother of that beautiful child, fathered by that oops did I forget to mention I was bisexual and ever increasingly influential agent to everyone who is anyone in the Industry, to scream writing script doctor friend of that guy who turned out to be dead when I woke up next to him the morning after my ex’s star studded Oscar party……. to that nut house hopping, weight gaining bon mot mumbling one woman show running round the US, eventually winding up on that great white way for in excess of four months, a performance for which I was NOT nominated for the Antoinette Perry “Tony” Award today———-of all days——-May the forth——–which, for many lisping intergalactic devotees will always or never be remembered as the May the Forth—–yes………may the forth be with you—— and you and you and…………even you…….way out over there………that’s right…….YOU………[Osmotisized from Carrie Fisher’s Blog]

So I’m not a total Geek yet, because I didn’t preknow about the Fourth of May. There’s been so much else going on in the world that I think my Taking the Mickey bellybutton might have been cosmically removed. I shall, however, l have Star Wars Day etched into my full metal diary from this day forward, until death do I fart.  Pardon.

The Fourth was definitely with me yesterday which has me musing on the Force of the Fourth House in astrological parlances.  The Hero/Heroine’s journey and all that….the clothes we were made to wear.

The Heroine’s Journey is multi-faceted, like a multi-level parking station at the Maul……you know we have to do it backwards, wearing high heels, and in get-ups like the above.

I did watch a DVD yesterday, after I was all fourthed out ~ Postcards From The Edge ~ about the War Between Stars ~ Carrie Fisher and her mother, the-woman-whose-husband-dumped-her-for-Elizabeth-Taylor. (Sorry, Liz made me do it)

I grew up watching Hollywood Musicals and a lot of Ginger Rogers. Was it  because I was so young and impressionable that the movies seemed much better then, or were they really that much better then?

Now dancing. I learned ballroom dancing as a teenager. Was my first social community away from my parents ~ pretty big deal. Then I learned beledi when I was 19 and living in New Zealand, which upset my then-partner, because he believed beledi was one-step away from prostitution.  I was working as a bartender, which most people believe is one-step away from prostitution, and I’m a qualified Massage Therapist, which most people believe is prostitution.

I could have made a truck-load of money in my younger years.  I am real sorry I wasted the pretty. If I had known I was going to have so much bad sex, I definitely would have made sure I received better compensation.

Yup, the Fourth is with me.  When I was a kid, I wanted to be Irma La Douce, or maybe just Shirley MacLaine.  I dunno. I think both happened anyway a long time ago…in a galaxy far, far away.

“I’ve got enough nerve to do anything!”

– Ginger Rogers in “Swing Time”


The Past Supper

April 19, 2011

The Dinner Party by Judy Chicago is an icon of feminist art.

Image Credit: The Salvador Dali Society

The Dinner Party represents 1,038 women in history—39 women are represented by place settings and another 999 names are inscribed in the Heritage Floor on which the table rests. This monumental work of art is comprised of a triangular table divided by three wings, each 48 feet long.

Broken dishes

Image Credit: Red Crow Arts

The principal component of The Dinner Party is a massive ceremonial banquet arranged in the shape of an open triangle—a symbol of equality—measuring forty-eight feet on each side with a total of thirty-nine place settings. The “guests of honour” commemorated on the table are designated by means of intricately embroidered runners, each executed in a historically specific manner. Upon these are placed, for each setting, a gold ceramic chalice and utensils, a napkin with an embroidered edge, and a fourteen-inch china-painted plate with a central motif based on butterfly and vulvar forms. Each place setting is rendered in a style appropriate to the individual woman being honored.

Wing One of the table begins in prehistory with the Primordial Goddess and continues chronologically with the development of Judaism; it then moves to early Greek societies to the Roman Empire, marking the decline in women’s power, signified by Hypatia’s place setting. Wing Two represents early Christianity through the Reformation, depicting women who signify early expressions of the fight for equal rights, from Marcella to Anna van Schurman. Wing Three begins with Anne Hutchinson and addresses the American Revolution, Suffragism, and the movement toward women’s increased individual creative expression, symbolized at last by Georgia O’Keeffe.

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Georgia O'Keeffe place setting, The Dinner Party

Image Credit: Brooklyn Museum

The Dinner Party rests upon the Heritage Floor and is comprised of 2,300 hand-cast porcelain tiles and provides both a structural and metaphorical support for The Dinner Party table. Inscribed in gold luster are the names of 999 mythical and historical women of achievement, who were selected to contextualize the 39 women represented in the place settings and to convey “how many women had struggled into prominence or been able to make their ideas known—sometimes in the face of overwhelming obstacles—only (like the women on the table) to have their hard-earned achievements marginalized or erased”.


The Shadow of Your Smile….

March 25, 2011

Elisheba Rachel 1959-2011

Anne Revere (Mrs. Brown): What’s the meaning of goodness if there isn’t a little badness to overcome?

Elizabeth Taylor (Velvet Brown): I want it all quickly ’cause I don’t want God to stop and think and wonder if I’m getting more than my share.

Anne Revere (Mrs. Brown):That’ll be a dispute to the end of time, Mr. Brown: whether it’s better to do the right thing for the wrong reason or the wrong thing for the right reason.

Mickey Rooney (Mi Taylor): Some day you’ll learn that greatness is only the seizing of opportunity – clutching with your bare hands ’til the knuckles show white.
 ~ Memorable quotes, National Velvet 1944