Down the tube, in the Underground station, you go down the spiral stairs and there’s a side-door. You go through that side-door and you’re in the Underground Press Dept. – it’s a sort of print-shop doing gestetner bibulas of hand-inked home-made samizdat. This is where they actually produce the irregular but visionary dagblat, the ‘Daily Blurt’, the local ‘fish-wrapper’, etc. The troglodytes, working in a frenzied state of evdaemonia, eventually reach total melt-down and break on through into glossolalia of herculean proportions. Tongues speak of tongues and ink hints at printed aquatints. Photographs write in light and etch the sketch daily, as hypogeal locomotives rumble through the tube. Collages collapse the colours in lapsing lips lapping lapsang loose and long and easy. Before bard can grab his quill, Big Boy Cleveland sneaks in and lays down his 1926 ‘Quill Blues’, spiriting everyone off beyond with his enchanting tune…
Meanwhile, out in the Keltek West, a group of journalists meet over coffee to discuss the latest pressing issues.
A glimpse behind the scenes at the invertebrate press office:
Internet link to collage/painting of screen-shot of website of recordings of vocal chords, acoustic and electric instruments; celluloid film, via digital video, to various computing devices, chilled distribution via VALIS: floydyopz:
The casket of Musical Treasures; Kornukopia of myriad melodies; Ye Caterpillar Dub Visionary: youtube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/p
email: caterpillardub@gmx.com
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