Monday, June 27, 2016

Dasson Kledhek

Heaven is where you find it -
flying with a flock of fluffy baby wrens
through a foxglove hedge - 
heaven in mistyc rain.
Look all around you!

This month's dub version is clear and colourless, so you can print it out and colour it yourself, in the colours of your dreams.
Then you can photocopy and distribute your own version of the Caterpillar Dub, thus stunning friends and strangers alike with the audacity of your gelatinous spontaneity.








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Take it easy, but take it!

Sunday, June 19, 2016

An Gath Vlewek Kledhek

Sometimes it's hard to see your left from your right.  That's where The Caterpillar comes in.  Sometimes it's hard to see your up from your down or your hot from your cold.  That's where The Caterpillar comes in.  If it's getting hard to see your fixed from your spontaneous, your ridge from your flow, your anvil from your feather, you obviously need to spend more time reading The Caterpillar.  World got you mixed up, screwed down, strung up, held back, kept in, turned down, turned off, turned sour, down on ya luck, down on ya dough, sour, sick, busted, down-hearted, heavy hollow and mistrusted?  Buddy, get yaself a Caterpillar quick!  World got ya licked?  Kicked?  Feeling sick?  Feeling like a whole heap o' dung?  Like ya been flung from a car?  Kicked outta ya favourite bar?  Mashed to pulp, hurled into a sump and dumped by ya favourite girlfriend?  Buddy, ya better set right down, dust yerself off and git ahold of a nice juicy ol' Caterpillar, 'cause Brother, there ain't not'in' else gonna save ya. 







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a e i o u and sometimes y

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Olfactory Echo

Delyo Sivy, picking strawberries down Kernow way in the long ago old-time summer of brambles, swallows, hay-ricks and hedges, when mallows rattled sedges and mellow flowed the summer-clouds.  

                             

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Scratch ‘n’ Sniff Special Issue Caterpillar May 2016

Some papers you can read, some papers you can hear, but there’s only one paper that you can actually smell – yes, it’s The Caterpillar Special Scratch ‘n’ Sniff Issue, coming to you from The Invertebrate Press, just down-wind from your local Oll Factory.  Other publishers may choose to neglect and deprive your senses – we prefer to entertain them…..
Strawberry Fields Forever – The Beatles

ΟΥΖΟ, ΧΑΣΙΣ, 1935, ΡΟΖΑ ΕΣΚΕΝΑΖΥ

ΧΑΣΙΣ... 

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Dasson Ebryl - It's a Dub Version

Speckled the feather, mottled the quiver, ruffled the corrugations, crinkled the time-beam, wrinkled the stone-world, flickered the soul-light, shattered the old world, muttered the dark night, rattled the old house, battered the wild storm, matted the horses hair, chequered the merry air…
Lloyd Charmers - 5 to 5
Dave Brubeck - Take 5
 The Who - 5.15 

Do you believe in Mod?

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Friday, April 1, 2016

An Gath Vlewek Ebryl 2016 Heb Kost

Crikey, is it that time again?  Hoof!  How time flies.  Flies usually timed with stopwatch.  Ha.  Hmmm.  Well, this Ebryl, The Caterpillar be mainly concerned with a palette of issues arising out of the copywriting of a collage-journal of a photocopy of a paint-palette and similar matters of artistic integrity and etiquette.  Better yet, The Caterpillar comes to you totally free, without charge and totally heb kost.  An Gath Vlewek – what a truly hairy cat it is – or is it? – you decide – it is for you, the avid readers, that The Caterpillar is, after all, created by that gibbering horde of rabid, ravenous and haunting night-gaunts.  Well, so long for now Pals, till the trails cross again, I’ll be moseying along, chasing the doggies, tumble-weeds and illusory phenomenal-projections of the impenetrable mists of time, dream and mind.  Heb Kost remember!
Check out the beautiful song The Ballad of Ronny’s Mare:
The Dubliners - Plain and Simple
Pink Floyd - Scarecrow Outtakes - 1967
John Jacob Niles - 
American Street, Field and Jail House Cries



Ebryl yw!

Monday, March 21, 2016

Light On Plasticity

– A subconscious re-interpretation of a little-known luminous phenomenon replete and re-heated in conspiracy with certain unutterable new findings in Ye Scroll of ye Lore, &c.; &c.;  by Cedric Brodie, Doctor &c Physick.; &c.:
- Constraining herewith an oral account both humble and magnificent, of the peregrinations of the above-mentioned philosopher, namely Mr Cedric Brodie, ‘during his various and divers voyages around and about the Soul of Man; namely and to whit: ye Seeing, ye Hearing, ye Touch, ye Smell, etc., etc., &.C;  also included is the narrative of ye return voyage to New Lynsmouth and various hilarious goings-on in that fair towne.  Printed by Grittfellow, Withertop and Urge – Cheapside, London, in the year of 1617.


Upon a beam of light I sailed around, ever chasing the sun.  After many a voyage I noticed the beams of sun were reflecting off the water, I traced their source, I charted their course and plumbed their line.  By Jupiter!  With all zeal I sought the source of sun’s silent shine.  I can’t pretend to grasp the shimmering glint with mere bony hand.  This playful spirit sits still for no-one, not even a child.  Dancing light, do you never sit upon the water when the water is still?  I chased you round but found that though you eluded me, still, you were there all the time, right there – gravity bent you my way by attraction oh playful spirit of light you were the Newton’s apple of my eye.  So instead, after many restless voyages around the poles of the horn, I settled down to the life of an English country squire and a natural history of botanical verbiage. Taxonomical lepidoptery filled many a pleasant day when I was not drowsing before a roaring fire as the rain skittered down.  E’er the glint sparkled for me from then on.  I sat back like a crafty old dog and let the light come to me.  Now, instead of chasing it, I could simply sit and look deeply into it as it met my eye – illuminating my inner eye with every photonic pulse – a smile also lit my face.



Παγιουμτζής - Μπρος στα κλειστά παράθυρα (Ο δρόμος)
This just in – breath – this just out – breath – this just streaming – breath – eternally through now and into infinite futurity – breath – as white-light of Hendrix’s guitar jams with Arthur Lee and Love – breath – and electricity streams through the universe – breath  - and in a blink it’s 2016 and they’ve gone universal, done got promoted…
Love - Four Sail (1969)
(Actually I think it was a different album where Jimi played on the first track, hey-ho. Ed.)


Here it is: 

Love with Jimi Hendrix - The Everlasting First [1970]



Don't hold back  -- be yourself...........