Showing posts with label Florence Place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florence Place. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Elias Gillpington 25

Glas yw an ebrenn ha tonnek yw an mor.  Hazy blue – Ebryl yw!  On the cliffs, looking.  White blossom of blackthorn on the land – you’d think it had been snowing.   Ghost-ships in the haze – trapped between sea and sky - floating minde’s cloud! Glittering solar merriel gracing the downvor deeps, sings a bird – the land awakes.  Seal flips to vanish and the forest flourisheth  on the cleeves – a heartvision of quiet glory…. 



Satie - Ogives

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 FĂȘte des belles eaux -  
Olivier Messiaen.


Nature's Way - Spirit


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Thursday, January 29, 2015

This Is The Same As That

A very green sea today.  Actually it was made of Turquoise.  Molten stuff surged and white waves dotted the dark rolling ocean under the windy sky – the world spun then and has not stopped since.  Was that a crinoid stirring?  A pymp-bys starfish spinning, radiating?  


Lee Perry – City Too Hot


Buzzcocks – Spiral Scratch – 1977


Andy Kirk – All the Jive is Gone.


Saturday, June 29, 2013

Elias Gillpington 12 BOLB

Flying together on slumber’s winged horse, let us visit the drowzy and dream-bedrenched seaboard towne of New Lynsmouth, soaring over its beetling spires, spiraling chimneys, clambering cottages, lurching gambrels, juddering porticoes, nettled by-ways and shadowy arches of a foggy night, long ago, as lanthorns shimmered and fog-horns honked in earnest.  As we fly together, over the slated, tiled and thatched roofs of the nocturnal port, why don’t we take the opportunity to catch up on the activities of one of it’s most prominent scholars, sinologists and proto-orniphopterists, why, none other than the aforementioned Mr Elias Gillpington Esquire, &c.&c..    Thyngs have not stood still for our protagonist during our absence from the seaboard of West Kirnowe, for even now comes a shadow- and murmurs and whispers fill the air.  

The Jimi Hendrix Experience – 51st Anniversary