The Luminous Three at peace in the mountains
Will the Circle be Unbroken ~
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Friday, November 2, 2018
Whispered Echoes
Will the Circle be Unbroken ~
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Muse Of The Palpitating Streets
Keep your secrets sweet - Muse of the Palpitating Street - I never forget those times we meet - palpitating muse in the street - Even on opposite sides of the Street - this kind of magnetism is powerful and complete - Serenely walk my way you glorious Muse and shine your rays into my crystal heart - let nature be nature and light the luminous path serene - subtlety emerging - naturally knowing - I know not how to know of the unseen -
Swinging London
Light in the sky - looming -
Atmosphere gathers - a breeze wanders -
Dusk folds in and the sky hums with voices -
Spirits ride the breeze -
But lovers walk the earth at night alive -
In my crepuscular bat-wing chariot
I-ll swoop for you at dusk as day fades
to velvet scattered night -
chasing you across the sky
on the back of an albatross sea-going eagle -
the albatross-back of a muscular bat -
the mojo of a raven - a nightjar -
bumble-bees of the muttering night -
hollow shells whisper and dry leaves rustling -
knowing nothing I seek everything -
tasting everything
I know the ecstasy of no-thing-ness
flowing mind a tide of insubstantial bliss -
everywhere and nowhere all the time -
starfish wave and fishes backs
reflect the stars in the waves -
the moon pulls the water -
the earths surge - earth upon earth -
falling leaves in time - frozen in a puddle -
smoke curls up - starlings will take your mind -
why not let them -
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Syd Barrett - Terrapin
I-ll swoop for you at dusk as day fades
to velvet scattered night -
chasing you across the sky
on the back of an albatross sea-going eagle -
the albatross-back of a muscular bat -
the mojo of a raven - a nightjar -
bumble-bees of the muttering night -
hollow shells whisper and dry leaves rustling -
knowing nothing I seek everything -
tasting everything
I know the ecstasy of no-thing-ness
flowing mind a tide of insubstantial bliss -
everywhere and nowhere all the time -
starfish wave and fishes backs
reflect the stars in the waves -
the moon pulls the water -
the earths surge - earth upon earth -
falling leaves in time - frozen in a puddle -
smoke curls up - starlings will take your mind -
why not let them -
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Syd Barrett - Terrapin
Beach Boys - Endless Dub
Bowie In Dub
Swinging London
Πού 'σουνα (Η εβδομάδα)
Γεωργακοπούλου-Χιώτης
Light in the sky - looming -
Atmosphere gathers - a breeze wanders -
Dusk folds in and the sky hums with voices -
Spirits ride the breeze -
But lovers walk the earth at night alive -
Friday, November 10, 2017
Odd Mycology
The Mind - flowing with awareness like a river -
you can-t have a river without water -
you can-t have mind without awareness - they are the same thing - feeling - sensing - emoting - cognitive function and conceptuality - these are all aspects of the mind - all based on its fundamental ability to be aware - its awareness - simple awareness itself -
The mind can go through innumerable realms - ordinary - extraordinary - pure and impure - clear and deluded - sacred and profane - it-s all in the mind - what we perceive and what we conceive are all within the mind - where else - - - it-s the same mind - deluded or clarified - calm or agitated - the same mind -
Thoughts and beliefs and of course experiences can colour the personality or superficial layers of consciousness - Like a collection of ornate lanterns - personalities are the characteristic and unique containers for the universal and undifferentiated brilliance and radiance of awareness itself -
Almost 40 years ago I fueled my mind with the sacred Druidic fungi that blossom in the Autumn and have been used by humans for countless millennia - In the November issue of The Caterpillar I described my experience - in this Dub Issue of The Caterpillar I-ve re-mixed my impressions of this long-past experience into a piece of psychedelic art - seemed like the thing to do with it all these years later -
Essentially the Mind is Good - - - - - - -
you can-t have a river without water -
you can-t have mind without awareness - they are the same thing - feeling - sensing - emoting - cognitive function and conceptuality - these are all aspects of the mind - all based on its fundamental ability to be aware - its awareness - simple awareness itself -
The mind can go through innumerable realms - ordinary - extraordinary - pure and impure - clear and deluded - sacred and profane - it-s all in the mind - what we perceive and what we conceive are all within the mind - where else - - - it-s the same mind - deluded or clarified - calm or agitated - the same mind -
Thoughts and beliefs and of course experiences can colour the personality or superficial layers of consciousness - Like a collection of ornate lanterns - personalities are the characteristic and unique containers for the universal and undifferentiated brilliance and radiance of awareness itself -
Almost 40 years ago I fueled my mind with the sacred Druidic fungi that blossom in the Autumn and have been used by humans for countless millennia - In the November issue of The Caterpillar I described my experience - in this Dub Issue of The Caterpillar I-ve re-mixed my impressions of this long-past experience into a piece of psychedelic art - seemed like the thing to do with it all these years later -
Essentially the Mind is Good - - - - - - -
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Ahead Of Thoughts
A baglamas and a travelling guitar balanced on a menhir - a fallen and ravaged menhir - tewlwolow dusk on Halloween - just an everyday scene in the Shyre where the ancient past is right there with you to help you along your way -
Ο ψαράς - O Psaras - The Fisherman -
and awareness is right there in your hands - - -
Saturday, October 29, 2016
An Morvil Kornek / The Horned Whale by Jeremy Schanche - available at all ebook distributors, in all formats!
An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale, by Jeremy Schanche, available now at all major ebook distributors, in all formats...
Plug in this electronic book and take a journey round the 'Shyre' -
Come to Penwithershins and check out the Underground as Old Janner shows Pat Vulgata round the labyrinths of the mine in The Janetta Stone.
Dark New Lynsmouth has seen many tribulations, but none so great as that set forth in The Kramvil, a gothic novel of eldritch and extraordinary phenomena which unwinds its thread through the twisting alleys of the Old Quarter. When the studious Elias Gillpington runs into the audacious scientist Lazarus Taxon, the wings of fate soon becloud the Keltek sky. As the shadow falls upon New Lynsmouth, Elias sees a glint of light in the presence of the beautiful Miss Constance Place. The story pulses and pullulates with life like a seething vat of yeast infested by furious clouds of flies and wasps on a sunny day, in an ancient lithograph of old Bombay. Potent, frothy, well-charged and heady, this electric manuscript will give you the skittering jitters and chill your rattling trotters.
The collection of Poems will most likely sneak up on yous from downwind and lasso yous off to a land of golden sunshine, rustling leaves and phonographs furling out foxtrots 'fore rustling ya rational-mind and dry-gulching yous in Tuskaloosa or somewheres or some or other such place.
Next, for the word-hungry among ye, we have a couple of glossaries to teach the tongues of talking. First be the Gerlyvryn Kernouac which explains some words of the ancient Cornish language which appear in the stories. Then we have the International Glossary which covers words from overseas, ancient and modern, as well as some archaic forms of Sowsnek, or 'English'.
For our closing act, we have Ghost-Hulk of a Phantom, a darkly comic portrait of a struggling writer - a halucinatory roulade of oceanic fervour - a splattering of adrenalin on a canvas of vast cabbage-fields.
To cut a John Dory short and chase the choice cuts I gotta say that An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale is the kind of book the lack of which would crook and rook up your reading-life by an absence of the positive presence of its very special form of effervescence.
There's 21 different ebook distributors selling The Horned Whale, including Amazon, Apple (itunes), Baker and Taylor Blio,
Baker-Taylor Axis 360, Barnes and Noble, Diesel, Flipkart, Gardners
Extended Retail, Gardners Library, Inktera (formerly Page Foundry), Kobo,
Library Direct, Odilo, OverDrive, Oyster, Scribd, Smashwords, Sony, Tolino,
txtr, Yuzu, etc.. so there's a version out there to suit everyone..... what follows are just a few of them - I'll put up the rest as they 'go live'...
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/horned-whale-or-morvil-kornek/id1164163097?mt=11
https://www.scribd.com/book/327205836/The-Horned-Whale-or-An-Morvil-Kornek
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/671145
Plug in this electronic book and take a journey round the 'Shyre' -
Come to Penwithershins and check out the Underground as Old Janner shows Pat Vulgata round the labyrinths of the mine in The Janetta Stone.
Dark New Lynsmouth has seen many tribulations, but none so great as that set forth in The Kramvil, a gothic novel of eldritch and extraordinary phenomena which unwinds its thread through the twisting alleys of the Old Quarter. When the studious Elias Gillpington runs into the audacious scientist Lazarus Taxon, the wings of fate soon becloud the Keltek sky. As the shadow falls upon New Lynsmouth, Elias sees a glint of light in the presence of the beautiful Miss Constance Place. The story pulses and pullulates with life like a seething vat of yeast infested by furious clouds of flies and wasps on a sunny day, in an ancient lithograph of old Bombay. Potent, frothy, well-charged and heady, this electric manuscript will give you the skittering jitters and chill your rattling trotters.
The collection of Poems will most likely sneak up on yous from downwind and lasso yous off to a land of golden sunshine, rustling leaves and phonographs furling out foxtrots 'fore rustling ya rational-mind and dry-gulching yous in Tuskaloosa or somewheres or some or other such place.
Next, for the word-hungry among ye, we have a couple of glossaries to teach the tongues of talking. First be the Gerlyvryn Kernouac which explains some words of the ancient Cornish language which appear in the stories. Then we have the International Glossary which covers words from overseas, ancient and modern, as well as some archaic forms of Sowsnek, or 'English'.
For our closing act, we have Ghost-Hulk of a Phantom, a darkly comic portrait of a struggling writer - a halucinatory roulade of oceanic fervour - a splattering of adrenalin on a canvas of vast cabbage-fields.
To cut a John Dory short and chase the choice cuts I gotta say that An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale is the kind of book the lack of which would crook and rook up your reading-life by an absence of the positive presence of its very special form of effervescence.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/horned-whale-or-morvil-kornek/id1164163097?mt=11
https://www.scribd.com/book/327205836/The-Horned-Whale-or-An-Morvil-Kornek
If you enjoy An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale, please print out some flyers, cut them up an pass them around - spread the words... Also, please link to this page on your social sites...
Why not go totally hog-wild and print out a poster for ya home or the twisting back-alleys of your juddering home-town, ya sprawling metropolis or ya muddy one-horse village-street?
Hope you like the stories! And remember, you can't judge a rook by its plover. Take it easy now, but take it!
Jeremy Schanche
Here are some books by, or about, friends and family:
My brother's book:
My uncle's books:
A book about my two oldest friends:
A book by a distant cousin in USA about Eldridge Cleaver and the Black Panther Party:
Some books by my primary school teacher...:
... and his old pupil - my brainy mate:
A friend's book:
Another friend's book:
My weird evil ancestor's book:
Distant cousins, there's a limited supply:
My friend the vegan poet:
And here's a true story, one we should all read:
The actor:
The Boy-Racer:
The Geologist:
My youtube channel:
My other blog:
Don't burn books - let them burn you...
The Beginning.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Den xanapaizw zaria
Something in the sky, winging its lazy way along, summer drowze and cloud-tower crumbling cumulus cubist constructions loom - the breeze lively blows through plate-armour of the Stegosaurus stenops....... and sun's rays echo through the cloud-caps' madcap aether
http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2010/10/blog-post.html
https://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz
The Caterpillar Dub is a version of The Caterpillar - it appears monthly - if you like you can print out some flyers and help others enjoy The Caterpillar - and as The Caterpillar himself would say, 'Who Are You?'
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Самиздат Brythonek Dub Version
Nagas, Snake-Lords, saddhus, a golden dusty afternoon in Dreamindia of Rishis and protoyogis, entranced forever in realms of past-forgotten time.
Blue green rustle the leaves of bamboo, the breeze curls round the mountain, dispersing the mist. A lonesome flute loops round the rocky fastness, colouring the breeze that curls and licks the trees. The old sage peeps out of his cave. A little dragon flutters by.
Ice shatters in caves of crystal glistening prismatic stalactites, Stegosaurus stenops staggers stunned inoperable.
And in ya cities the action rumbles.
Blue green rustle the leaves of bamboo, the breeze curls round the mountain, dispersing the mist. A lonesome flute loops round the rocky fastness, colouring the breeze that curls and licks the trees. The old sage peeps out of his cave. A little dragon flutters by.
Ice shatters in caves of crystal glistening prismatic stalactites, Stegosaurus stenops staggers stunned inoperable.
And in ya cities the action rumbles.
A poster for The Caterpillar Dub - print some copies and glue them to the walls of your town....
Now take your culture to the streets
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Olfactory Echo
Delyo Sivy,
picking strawberries down Kernow way in the long ago old-time summer of
brambles, swallows, hay-ricks and hedges, when mallows rattled sedges and
mellow flowed the summer-clouds.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Haunted City of Dreams
The Authenticity
Of Your Dreams
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.
happen
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
– The Spotlight Kid Out-Takes - 1972
Σα φουμάρω τσιγαρλίκι Στελάκης Περπινιάδης - 1935
ΜΠΑΓΙΑΝΤΕΡΑΣ -
ΠΑΝΤΑ ΜΕ ΓΛΥΚΟ ΧΑΣΙΣΙ
blue egg perpetual, world-egg blue
Monday, September 28, 2015
Underneath The Yellow Lights
THE PUNK JUNK SKUNKS
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...
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Hustlin Rusks of Muffin
This One Goes Out To One And All... A scrap of newsprint swirling in hwytha wind's whirling blasts between the towers... A flyer flits by - a dance in the Grove... Sound of the Congos pulses and pounds through the night- We come with our Culture to enlighten the World- Babylon towers shake-
Irie!
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