Monday, April 19, 2021

Uncontainable You


Uncontainable you – liquid flowing through the stages – insubstantial you – a net of flickering lights – immaterial you – a ghost-geist mind in atomic world – particular and waving world – solar blip – saurian world – carboniferous – Permian – a busy street-hustling world where insubstantial you pass – a street-corner world where unseen you radiate – an official world where you are unregistered – a serious world – in which you laugh – a tight-ego world - through which you flutter – a hide-bound head – whose frowned brow you tickle – a solidity-clinging cult – whose fingers you uncurl – a blind cult – a dumb cult – cluttered and manacled – you flow between the houses – between the frowning scurrying citizens – electric you run – water on a blade – unobstructed you shine – light on water dancing – unheeded – unimpeded – limpid you chant – you sing in the moonlight – you lambent glow – gollow you shine – mellifluous you mellow flow – behind the lightning – behind the wind – under the sunlight – beside the waves – the foam – that fleck and froth – the glint – you dancing – buses and tramlines buzzing – human hives huzzing – punters hustling and hassling – pouring through it like light you – light pouring in through it you – like light you pour through it – pouring through you light it – golden honey warm running – amongst brick-alleys you’re darting – unknown in crowds you hum – brick-dust on your   shoulders – untamed and unfettered – leaping into the sky in a moment – unclothed in the flesh-guise of mortals – unsuspected you pour forth octaves and harmonies – crowned with the rays of the morning – aerial whispers of clouding – suffused with larks and the misty – subtle you rush to euphoria – mercury glints in your footsteps – dewdrops that fell in the morning – rising they rapidly drink you – vapours and mists for a body – nobody sees beyond their range – no one hears the rustle of you through the air – doors don’t need to open – candles to burn – hands can grab if they want to – if they think it’ll help – but hands can’t grasp the head of you nor heads get a handle on you – feet neither outrun you – wings not unfurl ya – tickets not buy ya – nor buy the rights to ya – trains can’t outrun you nor ships in water sail you – you flit – you float – you flutter and fly go passing by – you drone in the dusk of evening – and rumble in the noonday heat – circulating through the human realm unguessed – you are the most human of humans – lacking solidity you radiate your shining – between vehicles silently crossing – besides walkers silently strolling – a smile on the face of the light – personified non-persona – going amongst the pillars – walking through ways of the worldly – passing and temporarily going – racing on hands of the sun-clock – and sunshine a memory fading – a photograph left in a cabinet – tea-pot on mantle-piece and tocking of barometer clicking – you glance through these dozing scenes – the dreams of the drowsy – the myriad varieties of human states – destinies fates and free-wills – bustling the human world – buzzing the hive of life – spinning the wheel of matter – dancing the curve of light – flowing between laughing stars – violet radiance in black space expanding – not in a shoe like a foot – not in a glove like hand – a room – a location – juxtaposition – not in these – not found here – not contained or pinned – not recorded – unbeknownst to they – slipping quietly unobserved – emanating glorious heart-strength – a jewel-tower glittering skywards – like the roaring of a thousand lions you slip quietly by – like the murmur of a grasshopper you plunge below the common register of hearing – down any street – rambling through the dew on any field – cross the barbarous tarmac – in ghettos of crumbling concrete – down corridors – up flights of stairs – stairwells – flights of fancy fare thee well – spiralling up – zooming ever across – cutting over the seas – riding light like your fiery steed – unquenchable and unquestionably the essence of everything – you the glint – the spark in the light – the shimmer on the ocean – you being time – you being feel – you being sound  - mind hearing sound as one – fluttering through conceptuality – substantiality – corporeality – all isms – all time in its spool – wool of the lamb of space that fills a thousand worlds – spinner of threads of experience – spinner of spreading life – spilling over into ten thousand manifestations – everywhere and nowhere you glitter – spinning and rotating in the vastness – slipping down streets and into shops – getting on buses and into queues – pulsating sunshine your frockcoat – wind’s tireless struggle your clothing – onward you flow like time’s river – onward and everly changing – rooting out time with a river – hurling your shapes to the shadow – you flow – unseen they guess not your presence – you surge – they go about their business – you loom and shimmer – you glimmer – you pass between radiant day-scapes – a ripple in aether’s eterning – unrushed forever – appearing here there and nowhere – flitting mongst maddening throngings – pitching their rock-solid concepts – radiant you pass among them – you who have known no unknowing – pitched in reality’s rumble – sleeping we wander and stumble – lights shine and time goes back – run time and run right back – wheels roll and spin and engines clack – run time and run right back – images painted on your individual memory – past things from your condition – the light that sparkled through these – the knowing of it was in the light of you – the light of the known was upon you – hand that holds the clouds feels the wind – in scapes of city skies you ride the wind – glittering frost on the ferns – hearing the rustle you pass on into the village – flowing and moving through the country – summer – winter – travelling – aflow – running through light and dark – uncontainable you –

8.1.2017

Saturday, June 6, 2020

PRESIDENT CHIMP by Jeremy Schanche

A large ape has seized control of the world’s most powerful nation. The whole world’s gone crazy. Nothing will ever be the same again. 
PRESIDENT CHIMP might be called ‘surreal’ if it wasn’t for its indisputable realism and historical accuracy. That’s right readers, the events described in this book would challenge your beliefs about everyday reality and what can happen, if it weren’t for the fact that it’s all virtually true and in reality we actually are – at time of publication – held fast within the hairy and barely prehensile grip of a large and belligerent ape.
These facts, painful as they are, must be faced and this new satire by Jeremy Schanche faces them with relish and abandon, joyfully exposing the fetid and dysfunctional zoo that is today’s White House.

In today’s political world, fact and fiction are hard to distinguish and the events in this story are only subtly different from those accepted as historically true. Join Donald Chimp and his crazy cast of co-stars in this hilarious, razor-sharp portrait of the 45th President of the USA.
Meet Jefferson Cess, the possum-like Attorney General who hails from Alabamy.

Meet Mike Pynchpenny, the glacial Vice President whose wife makes the tastiest little old cookies this side of Pittsburgh. And don’t forget to say hi to Beth DeVo, the simpering Detroit Poodle whose enjoys sinking her claws into public education. But you’d better watch out for CIA-boss Mikey Pompey - he’ll have his stiletto in your back before you know what’s happening.
The book contains two other stories:
More of Everything is the tale of someone whose attempt to enrich his life goes horribly wrong. Someone who is forced to ask himself ‘at what point does enough become too much?’ Perhaps you’ve been there yourself? If not, now’s your chance.
Into The Thunderbolt Land follows the journey of an English soldier during the 1904 British Invasion of Tibet. Under official instructions to gather information on Tibetan culture, the Somerset Vicar’s son enters a world of meditation, yoga and a profound philosophy that seems to go to the very heart of the riddle that is life.
How did a large ape take over the world’s most powerful nation? How did international power-politics get reduced to an absurdist melodrama? Why did the people of the USA accept the presidency of a bad-tempered chimpanzee? The answer to these riddles will be found in the brand-new ebook by Jeremy Schanche - President Chimp. The author’s second book, this new collection of surrealism, satire and the spirit goes out of its way to ‘drain the swamp’ of Washington politics and reveal the uncensored reality of today’s White House under President Donald Chimp.






Jeremy Schanche is also the author of The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek. Published in 2016, it includes the Gothic novel The Kramvil, plus two short stories, a collection of poetry and two glossaries.
PRESIDENT CHIMP is available from various ebook sites.  Read it now - "goddam your ass!"
A MESSAGE FROM THE LEADER:
Alright now listen up you bunch of goddam liberal lady-boys! I'm only gonna say this once: If I catch any of youse reading that totally unfunny new book about me I'm gonna personally unleash the savage hogs and and deploy the deeply sinister weapons, got me? 
This so-called 'book' about me is totally fake. Written by a pathetic little attention-seeking anarchist! 
Pathetic.
And fake.
Totally.
I expect this so-called 'writer' has been forgetting to inject his bleach and the 'virus' (which is a Chinese FAKE by the way) has gotten into his brain.
Anyway. When the LIBEL starts, the BIBLE starts, so all you FAKE-NEWS media hacks and so-called 'authors' better look out cause we've got a whole heap of rubber bullets waiting for you - ENEMIES OF THE PEOPLE. 
And if that doesn't work I'll hold a Bible at you! 
This book is really lame.
Pathetic.
And FAKE. Worst satire ever!
Sincerely,

@realDonaldChimp

Monday, July 29, 2019

Caterpillar Dub Dasson Blabbers On Regardless

If the glint in your mind is the myriad bubble of laughing awareness don’t stop.  If the rise in your heart is the vision of vast all-one-nothingness-consciousness then the blades of grass shall ring true and birds and fish swim rightly through the elements. When the echo of laughing days of golden summer is etched into memory’s tablets of bronze then the myth can live on and reverberate down the hills, halls and hulls of time. If all these things can be, then what other things can be? 
The Carapace fluttered and shimmered, glimpsed and glimmered brief ere erstwhile shroudy fog beclouded the mind of man and hampered the looming-up of dazzling brilliance. Slick scintilla continued to zoom, exuding forth like froth, extruding still in continuum, sliced.
Again I lurked in the phone-box, awaiting the hour.  Again the Carapaced Caterpillar made a showing and beamed his elaborate yet simple and jestful zest into the zeal-befogged and moon-struck spark of a mind as possessed by your intrepid reporter, I the undersigned. 
Consisting of Cuniform and Linear B tablets which he advised me to take regular with meals of many a cultural flavour; wax rolls; cylinder-rolls; piano-rolls; shellac 78s and vinyl 45s; casettes; 8-Track Cartiridges;  lost and supressed manuscripts by various raving lunatics, heretics and lizard-lickers; fragments of tapestry – medieval and musty; texts of rare Persian wisdom and Chinese poetry; papyri; acrylics and lyrics; myths and lyres; music, song and dance;  rolls of micro-film and other anachronistic devices from the colourful world of espionage; secret-autobiographies of previously utterly unknown mystics and sage, far-seeing prophets of the age; archives of cultural flim-flam and film of cults of flame; these and vast clouds of other things were condensed and sent, encrypted in the eclat of the eclipse of the whirling, wise antenna of The very Caterpillar his-self.
Well phenomena arise, continue and then dissolve. Other phenomena change their modes, patterns and ways of being. All is restless change and upheaval.  The Universe is still infinitely young. Consciousness is posited as a continuum; though lacking substance, its basis of existence is a former moment of consciousness.  All of which is by way of saying that The Caterpillar (and its Dub echo,) which date back to 2008, is also undergoing a fundamental change and going from monthly production to occasional production. This is mainly to allow me to concentrate on finishing the books I’ve started writing and trying to bring some of them to publication.  If you haven’t already read my novel, The Kramvil, you really should.  It’s available in my anthology – The Horned Whale – a unique book of surrealist treasures. The Kramvil started out as a serialized story in The Caterpillar in January 2011.
I still aim to publish The Caterpillar and The Caterpillar Dub from time to time, but by releasing myself from the monthly deadline I think it will be a better magazine when it does appear.  And of course with 124 issues of The Caterpillar and 124 issues of The Caterpillar Dub, that’s a back-catalogue of 248 issues to trawl through if, by rare chance, you are partial to the ghetto-collage style of the visionary tabloid that seriously questions its own existence…  Ideally, the best thing to do is start your own magazine to put out your own message into the aether around us.  Well, thanks for reading and I am sure we will meet again.
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A gleaming bead of dew runs down The Horns of Consecration as dawn rises over Knossos. Reflected in the bead is all the culture of the ancients, all the mystery, romance and dream-idyll-reverie of ancestral echoes from the dream-days of long-gone previous millennia.  Before evaporating, the bead drips onto the drowsing brow of the bard who slumbers’ neath the Horns.  It wakes him groggily and his hand reaches out for his lyre and brown fingers bring the strings to life in soaring trancing tones.



Who are you? said The Caterpillar...

Friday, July 26, 2019

An Gath Vlewek Gortheren ha Gorwir

I lit a new lamp in my garret. The old one had burned too dim. I loved the light from the brand-new lamp that flooded the flat and showed it to shine, but that was as nothing for this same night I’ve seen the almost-full Moon through a glass and it’s a sight to stir the psyche to euphoric rapture and slide into blissful glissando white lunar reveries of infinite peace and silence, courted by bright Venus, so clean the craters and cloud’s rag-shadows racing over flicker the face of the great moon and cast a vast spell of great nature’s power and airless luminous silver mystery, also thrown upon the face of the waters in the glistening shivering merriel meniscus on the wet silver fishwaters of the shores of old Newlyn Green. Flatfish teem and eels in countless thousand myriad shoals and schools I thought, churning and churring, just below the surface, teeming, pulsing and beetling they shiver and rattle the water to glint back the moon’s borrowed glow of the Sun, who’s hiding round the other side of the drowsy night world, yawning and stretching, dreaming under the diamond myriad skies of fishwet night. All asleep and drowsy deep the sea, the light, the flickering scintilla that struck with rapture shiver and gape in sheer naked wonder at the course of the stars through the heavens and the bronze colossal archaic structure of time’s very veering as it looms from nothing to nothing, blazing meanwhile in full effulgence humandivine. Searing sideways the moon’s light slithers gelatinous yet crispy-dry, pulsating and pullulating yet uttering an ever-deathly stillness to the dark night of another transient eternity. 


Friday, July 12, 2019

Eightfold Dub

Never mind the other news - The Caterpillar Dub tells you all you need to know.....   Simply print, cut down the centre line (but not all the way!) and fold into your souvenir Alice book.... 

Eightfold Alice

Can Alice work out how to print, cut and fold the images into a coherent book? Not if The Mad Hatter can help it! And he's not the only baroque character out there trying to impede Alice in their own crazy way.

Awareness Flows Clear

Yes, that fluffiest of bunnies, that most albumenesque of pseudo-rodential, mythic trans-dimensional watch-clockers, the fabled and fantastical so-called and self-styled ‘white rabbit’ has been seen in the area – Beware!
If you are the punctual type, it’s best to keep well away from this curious little critter – he has a way of making people late.  Very late.  I’m talking of days and weeks, not minutes and hours, by the way.  It’s your call, but I’d keep away from the little sucker if I were you…
{I heard that! Quoth the White Rabbit wrathfully.}