Silence of Time

A clear day.  A still day.  In the hedges Wrens, Robins and Ravens and on the field light's ripples play.

Lost Astral Sorties

Glaring lights, gas-lights in pools of fog play tricks on the eyes on the boulevards, stripping vision of its mist, fading in time lost, the streets explore your soul and trace its earthly meanderings.  

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz

East Central Stories

The Caterpillar No.55 explores streets lost in time and fading into foggy strips of vision, boulevards of brick and tricks of the gas-light’s glare.

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz

Bagla Reverb

Same sun – different splinters- shattering shadow’s realm with photon-haze raking at the day’s rippled perimeter.  Footsteps echo the tinkling of a tiny lute.  Concealed now, slipped under the overcoat and swallowed in its fold, the song-bird nestling within.  Looking forward in sunny yellowed time we find our footsteps wandering along alleys and wandering byways – bustling quays by the sea.  Winding lanes with cellars and taverns.  A whirling zeibekiko emerges like a Dervish through the echoing teke door and we find in our footsteps we’ve been here before.  These echoing zithers, tinkling finger symbolic zelia and tapping darabukas- yawling karamusas and mellifluous clarinos-  and the guitar, bouzouki and baglamas of the Piraeus-style zeibekiko 9/8 sound- rebetiko’s early chant punctuated and decorated by the ethereal and shimmering bagla – surely one of the most mystical and enchanted instruments ever to be given to man by the Gods…  

Rebertiko Movie:

More on Rebetiko from ‘The Caterpillar’:

http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2010/10/blog-post.html

Baglamas - μπαγλαμάς

Dazzling in mottled sunlight, shadowed by moonclouds, moving through misty dockside streets – something under his coat- a miniature lute.  Overcoat-cautious he glances round, pencil-moustache and trilby hat.  Sunshine’s soon shaded as he takes an alley and then another.  Starlight sparkles fresh as he winds through the maze.  Then a door swings open and he steps into the teke…..  Now the Baglamas can chirp like a grasshopper…  

ΟΙ ΜΠΑΓΛΑΜΑΔΕΣ, ΣΤΡ. ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ, ΣΤ. ΚΗΡΟΜΥΤΗΣ 1946

 

At the Teke – A Scene from the movie ‘Rebetiko’…

http://www.nine-eight.com/article3.html

Baglamas:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQPt1cziPxM&list=PLkMZb0s_TYEarjnbS1SAN4FkS2ufdDt9u&index=1

μπαγλαμάς

 

Nebulous Gazette

Brisk breeze blow autumnal bright below golden Gwinngala light – leaf-litter splatters showers bringing curtains of grey moisture ashore * * *  roads diverge and spin off snaking and sneaking through the country * * *  photon-streams play on the cottages – crystals glints spicule and speckled sparks glimpsed in a passing glance as a pale afternoon darkens***

                                                                                                                     

ΒΑΔΙΖΩ ΜΕ ΠΑΡΑΠΟΝΟ - 
ΓΙΑΝΝΗΣ ΠΑΠΑΪΩΑΝΝΟΥ, 1939.

More Music…..

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz

Afterword:

A note to our readers:  Excessive exposure to unbridled verbalism can occasionally lead to an advanced case of glosalalia.  If tempted to speak in tongues untempered by considerations of glossary, lexicon, form, relevance, significance, meaning, communication, impartation, revelation, exposition and the great unfolding- do. 

It is not advisable to mix The Caterpillar Dub with other reading material without first consulting your librarian or your local poet.  If read accidentally, or otherwise ingested in excess, please flush through with some light, or preferably conceptual material as soon as possible.  If symptoms continue, consult a bard. 

Cassowary Chronicles

Crisp, crunchy and straight to the point – it’s journalism you can’t afford to not miss – conducted to you by chemico-mechanical channels, it’s the dagblat broadsheet samizdat tablet from Trebizond – further will not be found. 

The Caterpillar is a product of your own perception. 

ΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ - ΜΠΗΚΕ Ο ΧΕΙΜΩΝΑΣ

If  words  could  talk……..