Thursday, November 12, 2015

Spirited Journey Through Phenomena

Let your soule flye through all manner of troubles and samsaric bubbles, rippling and glimmering - it is not gold - it has no hold - no toe-hold on solidity - no gravity - no permanent identity - no tax-bill - no identification number - no material laws binde it or holde it  - it’s simply

Μαρίζα Κωχ - Στο 'πα και στο ξαναλέω

Η ΔΕΣΠΩ   -  

ΣΤΟ ΓΑΜΟ ΣΟΥ ΜΕ ΚΑΛΕΣΕΣ -                                                              

Slim Smith -
Rougher Yet/Rougher Version

Cry Tough -
Alton Ellis and The Flames, 1967

How can a man be tough, tougher than the World?

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Haunted City of Dreams

     The Authenticity  
                 Of Your Dreams
       Just a perfect Writhing, emerging - botanical  [binomial]   They are unique to each and Earth metamorphos’d into  An event  -  not only capable of  Eternity yawning on Thorn-fires at dawn - the story is partly based on luminous plants and it was about ten o’clock and the sun was shining brilliantly;  much like romance and home-made science, which they bring into existence more or less - the soft Creation slept  monstrous and everything was looking lovelier for the yesterday’s rain -  that soule which now comes up to you till foure a clocke in the afternoone, and explores the origins of sweet hills at the end, to dissolve gradually, subterranean;  and to enact the dream-like reflection of disappearing. 

       birds through foggy alleys behold Hereditary Skies - taking shape, new herds of beasts are labelled with their binomials, a living tuft crackling of insects in this quarter of vacant diffusive Light against the blue solitude!  the blue egg perpetual “Back in 1861,” when various quills huge,  pieces of dead fragments of giant wings.  Yesterday it made off!  And Lazarus Taxon still retain’d the Aetherial Energy….. 
   …..So I haunted the City of your Dreams, in the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love;  for the docks paid in currency of fish.  Thus sang the oaks and rills, and to their Oozy Beds, the finny Fish repair.

Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band
 – The Spotlight Kid Out-Takes - 1972

Σα φουμάρω τσιγαρλίκι                        Στελάκης Περπινιάδης - 1935


blue egg perpetual, world-egg blue

Thursday, October 22, 2015

An Gath Vlewek Hedra 2015

Sitting in a field writing blog-blurb with glistening dew-drops on the swamp-grass as the busy-traffic roars by on the A-30 and old stag-horn the giant towers dead head and barkless shoulders above the halfling leafy woods of  Hedra's pale strained and diluted sunny rays.
  Leaves are falling, winds are calling, rustling, sighing, soughing, blowing, strewing, golden rays illuminating.  Howlyak yw yn Hedra.   * ~ ^ * ~ ^ * ~ ^ *~ ^  
  Sea of glass, lapping in the sun.  Glittering salt crystals sparkle on the rock.  Sea so, sky so still, feathering for whispy kommolek mackerel and aery brine-scalers.



Μοιρολοι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς


Howlyak yw yn Hedra

Monday, September 28, 2015

Underneath The Yellow Lights

A wave of musical anarchy/amphetamine/adrenaline that 
changed Britain, and the World, forever. 
From the tower-blocks and dole-queues of London, back in the mid-seventies, was born a new monster, a creature that would turn against the hallowed gods of rock with a frenzied rending and rapid four/four phrasing, barked out against a backdrop of exploding chaos to a crowd of raging maniacs.  This beast would soon consume all in its path and infiltrate all corners of the industry before spawning a nebulous cluster of styles that would reverberate into the next century. Punk bubbled up from the streets like cess from a ruptured sewer and soon its heady fragrance filled the airwaves and blasted from the turntables of countless teenage bedrooms.  The monster was at large - waking up England and kicking over the odd apple-cart along the way.

and we don't care...

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

It's So Grey In London Town

The sheer force of the music was like a wall of concrete breaking over you.  Bodies moving like an ocean - when the crowd surged you surged.  There was gonna be an explosion - nothing was ever gonna be the same again.  

There was an explosion - nothing was ever the same again.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Titanic Asuras Clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station,
How beautiful it used to be,
And it has been destroyed by lightning,
Earthquake and Thunder, I say - what?

Say What??

Thursday, August 13, 2015