Showing posts with label Hollywood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hollywood. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

Cow Mutilations, Hollywood Sign, a Question, and Some Haiku


Colorado Ranch Cattle Mutilations


Watching this week’s episode of Beyond Skinwalker Ranch, which actually was pretty good. Investigators Andy Bustamante (ex-CIA, ahem) and Paul Beban went to the Thomas Miller Ranch in Colorado, where UFOs, cattle mutilations, electronic shenanigans and other odd events were taking place. Even as the parties were discussing the unexplained phenomena occurring around them, lights in their kitchen started to flicker in and out. Not only that, they seemed to be responding to what was being said. 


Typical cattle mutilations; the cuts, the precision, the lack of blood, the targeted organs removed, etc. Going over the data at the Skinwalker Ranch, which has had its own cattle mutilations, Dr. Travis Taylor said something that caught my attention regarding the bodies. I’m paraphrasing but he said something close to “They leave the bodies where they leave ‘em they can leave them anywhere that’s not a thing.” I understood him to mean it’s of no account, not important data, that the bodies are left right where they would be found. 


Questions


Right where they would be found. 


Why? Why return the bodies at all? And why return them to the same area? Do they want us to know? Want us to see? Why? Or is it just that “they” don’t have the room or patience to deal with a dead carcass and it’s a simple matter of convenience and it doesn’t mean anything at all? We don’t know, can only speculate. But it is an important question. Clearly, “they” want to be known. Not seen -- or at least, not seen as they are -- but known.




The Hollywood Sign



When I lived in Hollywood, California, friends and I would walk up to the Hollywood Sign.   Later, my now husband and I would walk up there all the time. On one hike up to the sign we found a cow bone. It looked exactly like a cow bone left on the NAME  ranch.  For some reason (romantic, nostalgia) I kept that bone all these decades . For awhile it lived inside the house on a bookshelf, later, I moved it to the garden, where, as you can see, all kinds of critters enjoyed taking nibbles and gnaws from it. It’s lasted oh, forty-five years I’d say. I don’t know if the bone came from someone’s cook-out or a ritual of some kind. (Seriously, I have come across some very weird and uneasy things in the hills and canyons of L.A.) I’m not suggesting the bone was a left-over from an alien/black ops mutilation. Simply a slightly strange episode.




Haiku


I wrote these over time; some are a few years old, some I wrote within the last year or so. By the way, I have a Facebook group called Haiku Daddy-O, you are welcome to join. It's not just about haiku but beat poetry, the arts, off beat and beatnik, jazz, irreverent musings, etc.




the Hollywood Hills

red tiled roofs and stucco

jasmine scents the dusk


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The Observatory

orange haired woman sits

beneath  boxes of stars


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Big D's stories

of Hollywood cops

watching his friend die


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the Hollywood sign

"Saturn floats on our oceans"

a copper smog rains


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Ivar St., Hollywood oil pastel on paper









Sunday, August 7, 2022

Kindle e book

 Besides writing about the weird stuff, I also write fiction. Poetry, prose, haiku, haibun, etc. Trying my hand at self-publishing, so far, I'm only doing e-books on Kindle. 

My chapbook blue stucco, a small collection of haibun, is available on Kindle. 




Also, Mermaid Streaks: 



Monday, November 1, 2021

Trivial Syncronicities and I.A.

 A little bit ago, I posted about a trivial, yet also unnerving, bit of synchronicity.

Happened again today. In my mind; not thinking out loud, not mentioning it to anyone, not looking up info and links on Google, just in my mind, about eating a lot more veggies. "I really need to up my intake here on veggies, and fruits. I know there are powdered drinks and juices you can get to help get this started." I found myself thinking I should check out my local nutrition stores to help me find something along those lines.

An hour or so later, I'm on Facebook and yes, an ad pops up about a super uber industrial strength veggie powered power house drink of the upmost. Have not seen that ad before, ever. So, that.

And the day before yesterday, thinking about the movie Ghost Busters. The remake with the female cast, and how unfair and blatantly sexist the criticism of that movie was. I liked that movie. The first one of course, but also, the remake. No doubt Halloween had me thinking along those lines. But there are hundreds of movies in that genre I could have been thinking about. 

Next day (Halloween) Parade magazine had an article about GhostBusters. The first one. But nothing about the remake, which I thought odd. Why ignore the remake? 


Monday, May 17, 2021

Marilyn Monroe's Stomach

 On Facebook, Nick Redfern posted a funny comment about beards and "poet fucks." No fan of poetry, he. I kidded him about that. His new book Diary of Secrets: UFO Conspiracies and the Mysterious Death of Marilyn Monroe reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago about a strange conversation with some weird Hollywood guy about Marilyn. Here it is:



Marilyn Monroe’s Stomach
Dripping from his fork
the rare steak
as he thrusts it at me
We’re sitting inside
Musso and Frank
“They lost Marilyn’s stomach you know,’
he said, chewing with his mouth open.
“Doesn’t that tell. you something?”
I shrug. He should know. Probably.
He’s worked the lots. He wears a fedora.
He motions the server without looking.
Orders another drink.
Me, I stay sober. I have to get out of here.
“They don’t tell you the whole story,”
and he slurps the last of his drink.
“Lots goes on ... no believes anyone.”
Swirling the last piece of meat, he nods
“I’m telling ya kiddo, it’s the goddamn truth.”
What am I supposed to do with this information?
I’m just a naive hippie girl living in Hollywood.
Right down from Paramount Studios.
“Sure you don’t want a drink?” he leans in.
I shake my head.
Settling back into his belch
he breathes out the mantra once more:
“Damn liars, The cops, the studios, everybody.
Never the damn truth.”


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