Friday, June 16, 2017

Hellys - A Golden Metheven Mandala of Bliss in Kernow's Dreamy Kiss

Down the time-tunnel – through to 1966 and beyond – all stations are stations of possibility – in this Lovesummer of Explosive Peace and bright joy – revisiting the pastown like Marley’s Ghost, Marcus’ Ghost, Garvey’s Ghost, and all the ghosts of Pengersick’s wizard-haunted towering realm, espied afar overseas, far over tramor and trasna na dtonnta – this Keltek tin-town tin-pot real – look and learn it… old newspapers – all the styles that have gone – yesterday’s modernity – faded futurism and peeling paint on boutique doors and discotech tactile touchstones – all is revealed in the streets of archaic and lichen-crusted granite and in the faces of those you meet – reality unfurls its banner and rattles replete –
Metheven howlyak scorches the pavements on the south-facing hill, the nettley hill over the Cober – June sun sears streets and blue azure dark dome broods happily with sparkling light-points- pointillism come to life in impressionistic drowse – nothing changes too much here, I stuck my head round the door of the dark and cavernous inn to see that naught had changed too much, except for the bairns running around – playing in the drunken footfalls of ghost-monks from the 13th Century – the Bewlay Brothers blasting from a teenage tape-player, sunshine- sunshine – fields of the sun-

and all this shot through with great truths I have yet to imagine-

ΣΑΝ ΕΓΥΡΙΖ' ΑΠ' ΤΗΝ ΠΥΛΟ, 1935, ΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ


 

ΔΕΝ ΜΠΟΡΩ, ΜΑΝΟΥΛΑ Μ' (ΓΙΑΤΡΟΣ)_Μάρθα Φριντζήλα


Κοντούλα η βλάχα στα βουνά-Αλεξοπούλου Ντίνα


Ο καιξης - Χατζηχρηστος- Βαμβακαρης

ΧΑΜΕΝΟΙ ΑΓΓΕΛΟΙ - 1948 (Χιώτης-Εσύ 'σαι η αιτία)


Irie!

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Lives of the Unknown

Many another life has brushed against your own - self and other appearing separate, most of the time, not always- 


merging-

Monday, May 29, 2017

The Caterpillar 98 - A Visionary Ghetto Tabloid - London Cameo of 1952

Moonlight flickers over the spiraling scene - and thoughts unfurl from a life ephemeral - one of the lost billions - a flicker of light and a life lived fleetingly - thoughts flung and pictures hung on walls of crumbling plaster - Samsara flakes flicks and fumbles away for ever a bumbling bee in the heather of summer's hilltop pinic-


ΦΕΞΕ ΜΟΥ ΦΕΓΓΑΡΑΚΙ ΜΟΥ - 
ΑΘΑΝΑΣΙΑ ΑΛΕΞΑΝΔΡΟΠΟΥΛΟΥ


Απόψε η Πούλια μάλωνε - 
Αθανασία Αλεξανδροπούλου


ΔΥΟ ΜΑΥΡΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΑΓΑΠΩ
- Γ.ΠΑΠΑΣΙΔΕΡΗΣ, Γ.ΑΝΕΣΤΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ


ΣΒΑΡΝΙΑΡΑ -ΝΙΚΟΣ ΚΑΡΑΚΩΣΤΑΣ - (ΟΡΓΑΝΙΚΟ-1934)


Giannis Papaioannou - Otan klaiei to bouzouki

the sepia memories in yellow newsprint...... lit by the sun....
blown by the wind......

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

How To Be A Mad Artist

an exercise in spontaneity.... 
Step One:  Make up some weird stuff...
Step Two:  Present it in a hyped-up fashion
Step Three:  Hype it further like it really matters
Step Four:  Harvest the cash, prestige, mojo, vibe, fruit, whatsoe'er 
Step Five:  Step One
{Secret Step Six}  Pretend to be a starving artist and pay no taxes, whilst quietly syphoning off vast funds from wealthy patrons and donating it all to the West Penwithershins Liberation Front, or similar...
Well it all started when I was walking down the road one day, it was a long road, a hot day and a crystal sky threatened to shatter over my head with ten thousand broken jewels - what was I to do?  I could only stare in amazement as swifts flitted flimsily forth, ephemeral feathers flew, from egg to branch, from station to station they flicked, from Africa to Penwithershins, Tallcarne, Mount Misshap and on they flew, passing on to Ireland, trasna na tdonnta and over the waves, tramor, tramor anmoreagain...
ΜΗΤΣΑΚΗΣ ΨΙΛΗ ΒΡΟΧΟΥΛΑ ΕΠΙΑΣΕ


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Friday, March 31, 2017

This Aint Rock n Roll This Is Social Media

Hmmmm….  What does everybody think about everything?  And what does everybody think about that?  Are my friends electric, eclectic or biometric?  Who cares?  I’m liking it anyway!  Howdy screen-ghosts and welcome to the evidence-trail, the plastic-agora, the tar-pit of eternal doom and friendly watering-hole on the corner where ya bump into all kinds of critters…..  (hang on – I’m just gonna check my notifications)  oh man!  I just saw this hilarious video!  See, there was this hamster, yeah?  And it was all dressed up…… and it was like riding this little tiny bike?   it was just sew funny…….    I’ll send you the link – no really – it’s no trouble!  You just have to see it! 
Η ΓΑΤΑ - ΣΤΕΛΛΑΚΗΣ ΠΕΡΠΙΝΙΑΔΗΣ - 1937
ΧΑΣΑΠΙΚΟ του Στελλάκη Περπινιάδη   
Ορχήστρα μς ακορντεόν, κιθάρα, μπουζούκι και δύο μαντολίνα.

Diamond Dogs – David Bowie 1974



See you online, suckers!

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Ephemeral Flim Flam That Fluttered Once Forth To Froth

So there I was, walking down the road, when all of a sudden-   
(Open a new tab and expand your image)  Ancient geometrical rhythms, patterns in the cloth, the march of the mountains, a faded colour-postcard, Kodachrome film flickering, people in outdated clothes, hats, newspapers clutched, streets bustling with gone-people, living-only-in-film-people, black-and-white-film-people gone drifting back in time.  
Τρυγόνα

Πήγαινα Το Δρόμο Δρόμο - Pigaina To Dromo Dromo

Μοιρολόι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

Γκάιντα Πυρσογιαννίτικη - Μαστοροχώρια Κόνιτσας (Ήπειρος)


Friday, March 24, 2017

Dream Yesterdays Summer

Ain’t always got the time to dream and slip into the summer meadows yesterday, dappled sunlight in the trees, through the meadow and into the tress, drowsy with summers’ torpor dropping like honey-flies from the leaves of the trees, glinting in the glade so cool.  Time to slip and slide to where stupas melt in time and fjords reflect the pure sky…  through the meadow and into the trees….   through the wildflower meadow, buzzing with insects of summer grass.  Into the trees, into the trees.....  
Scritti Politti – Doubt Beat

The Lyres – We Sell Soul

The Versatiles – Someone To Love

Junior Byles – If You Don’t Know Me By Now

ΜΑΡΟΚΟ, 1940, ΜΑΡΚΟΣ ΒΑΜΒΑΚΑΡΗΣ, ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΟΣ ΧΑΤΖΗΧΡΗΣΤΟΣ
Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940

ΕΛΕΝΗ ΜΙΚΡΟΠΑΝΤΡΕΜΕΝΗ, 1936, ΧΑΡΑΛΑΜΠΟΣ ΠΑΝΑΓΗΣ

Slip into the dream of consciousness.....