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

Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940


Slip into the dream of consciousness.....

Sunday, February 26, 2017

How do you be lost in the Void?

How do you be lost in the Void?  How do you do it?  By not knowing that you are lost in the Void – this is the best way to be lost in the Void.  Do you be lost in the Void for lack of a valid ID?  Do you be lost in the Void when you think you are found and not in the Void?  Do you be lost in the Void when all the time you were really just lost in the Void?  Isn’t this a cause for laughter? 

Join Together – The Who

Let’s Get Together – H.P.Lovecraft

Let’s Work Together – Canned Heat

Monster – Steppenwolf

Friday, February 17, 2017

Lepidopteral Nichtiplanctus

Noctambulistic nichtiplanctus.  You have to count everything in nines.  That’s the secret.  They have take-outs and tekes – take your choice.  Choose your toke.  Take a choke.  Crack a joke.  Shake like a jelly and watch the tsifteteli. 
Stou Thoma To Magasi From The Rebetiko Movie
Ρόζα Εσκενάζυ - Χόρεψε μου τσιφτετέλι
Ροζα Εσκενάζυ - Μας κυνηγούν τον αργιλέ
Στελλάκης - Ρόζα: Μάρκα μ' έκαψες
"Μάρκα μ' έκαψες" ή αλλιώς "ο μάγκας και η ρόζα".
Το τραγούδι είναι σύνθεση του 1933 απο τον Ιάκωβο Μοντανάρη.
Τραγουδούν ο Στελλάκης Περπινιάδης και η Ρόζα Εσκενάζυ.
Στις κιθάρες είναι οι Σπύρος Περιστέρης και Κώστας Σκαρβέλης
Σα φουμάρω τσιγαρλίκι Στελάκης Περπινιάδης 1935

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


Watchagonnado when the rain comes down – watchagonnado when the rain comes down – showers of words when the rain comes down – running down the page when the rain comes down -  watchagonnado when the dream wakes up – watchagonna do when you wake from the dream – moon in the clouds in a silvery dreamscape – sailing through gaps in a nocturnal moonscape – watya gonna do when you wake from the dream, what’re y’goin’t’ do when y’ wake from y’ dream?
Bowie – Toy (Album)

Pat Kelly – How Long

Pat Kelly – Dark End of the Street

Prince Buster – Dark End of the Street

Gram Parsons – Dark End of the Street

Ken Parker  - My Whole World is Falling Down

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Dr Polka at Wheal Roots – Notes From Underground Cornwall Plus The Real Caterpillar

I’m Dr Polka. In 1976 I started work at Wheal Roots which became ‘Poldark Mine’.  As  a 16 year old miner I literally entered a new world. Blasting our way through granite, we hooked up with old workings and though I didn’t know it at the time, we bored our way into a skoven, a tin-ground, with a history that goes back to prehistoric times. This experience forms the basis for my fiction story, The Janetta Stone, which is in my ebook, The Horned Whale.  Some day I’ll write the real story of those mining days.  The tunnels we ‘mucked out’ by wheel-barrow during the days of Britain’s Punk explosion - for £16 a week - were later used for the mining scenes representing ‘Wheal Grace’ and ‘Wheal Fortune’ in the BBC’s Poldark drama series.  Somebody certainly made a fortune  but it wasn’t the miners.  Repetitious history.  Down Poldark Mine these days they have mannequins of eighteenth-century boy miners – they don’t actually look a whole lot younger than me and my fellow-‘tinners’ from the seventies.                     
Oh Beejayzus!  The things a fella’s gotta do t’ earn a crusta bread in these crazy days – hmmmm,   let’s see now – where was I?  pppffffssssssshhhhhhhhooooooouuuuuuggghhhh!  Hey, I thought you could just dig money up!  Like in the olden days – but then I always was a bit of an impressionist, like, from back in the Golden Days.  So anyway, there I was, diggin’ and  a-delvin’ like a Devla down ol’ Wheal Roots of a Wendron afternoon, tryin t’ make a kroust, when all over a sudden like I gets the idea t’ try me luck in the litricher trade, just for the halibut like.  So I’m here t’  tell youse about me new book – it’s a noctambulatory masterpiece like, well, it’s a piece anyway – a piece of something…… 
The book’s called The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek, by Jeremy Schanche.  Check it out here…
…and may God have mercy upon your soul.
(P.S. – and I really am taking the P.S. now… )  It’s available at most ebook sites and you can get it in a format to fit any device, however suspect.  Most sites let you sample the first 100 pages or so for free.  The ISBN is 9780993490910 and with this you can locate the book.

Let’s Submerge - X-Ray Spex

Mole In The Ground – Bascom Lamar Lunsford

The Beatles – Paperback Writer
(Note the shot of the Hoffner Bass right at the end)

Suspect Device – Stiff Little Fingers

Bal – My mining playlist

Delyo Syvy – Brenda Wooton
Are you thinking of going underground?  I’ll see you down there! 
Yours,  Dr Polka

Friday, December 30, 2016

Lesser Purple Spotted Caterpillar

plain notes furl the gypsy fiddle and the band joins sideways shifting and drifting over the Carpathian mountains.  Dark wells and billows of vapour brake the light into sharp-stalagmites of a thousand brittle   bloats, shadowing tracts of cataract.  Between the turfs scutter and scuttle cling, feathery shatter and thaw.
Globe lume larva car pace rig but lo zen a saffron zombie is typical numinous phosphorous scope lope rope nasty on tropical fish on a stalagmite-sloth mole-herring gull-ship og carbon if thy tin ant wax-eater dew phone late

A fogment.  A fig.  A paper fragment from a collage.  That’s all it is.

Just the flow of the ten thousand things.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Great Purple Spotted Caterpillar

Though it seems so long ago, I have dreams - dreams to remember and remembrance runs wild to another planet - the start of a brilliant adventure.
The plaintive notes unfurl from the gypsy fiddle and the band joins in with a sideways metallic blues, shifting and drifting like the clouds over the Carpathian mountains.  Dark swells and billows of water-vapour brake the sunlight into shark-stalactites of a thousand brittle glinting hues.  Swelling cloud-mass furls and bloats, shadowing tracts of land and cataract-white rivers.  Between the turfs beetles scutter and scuttle, lichens cling, feathery hawks and eagles soar, ice starts to crack, shatter and thaw.
Globule lumen larvae carapace dirigible halibut lozenge cachtas lycanthrope saffron zombie isthmus typical numinous phosphorous gyroscope interloper heliotrope dynasty vision tropical sunfish neon radiance stalagmite sloth-bear mole-rat herring-gull air-ship krogen carboniferous ichthyosaur igneous luminous gelatinous globular antelope sealing-wax ant-eater sundew xylophone coagulate

A figment.  A fragment.  A paper fragment from a collage.  

Black Sabbath – Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
Sex Pistols – Anarchy in the U.K.
Taper Zukie – M.P.L.A.
David Bowie – The Battle for Britain (The Letter)
Mott The Hoople – Thunderbuck Ram
The Clash – White Riot
The Only Ones – Another Girl, Another Planet
Kleenex/LiLiPUT – Hitchhiker
I Jog and The Tracksuits – Red Box
David Bowie – Rebel Rebel
Scritti Politti – Skank Bloc Bologna E.P.
The Seeds – I Tell Myself
The Body Snatchers - Easy Life
Buzzcocks – Choices
Prince Buster -  Dreams to Remember
Leonard Cohen – Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
David Bowie – Brilliant Adventure