Hirgylghyek Marmaroglypheion

Follow in the fallow footfalls of a flight of mere folly as alleys echo and walls resound to whisps of chatter and skrawking cries of wheeling spinning gulls.  Here among the tottering and rotting cottages and rickety dwellings of the quaint old fish-towne of New Lynsmouth, things are taking on an unwholesome hue, a creeping blet blighting and blasting the folk hereabouts with a species of utter ghastly horror undreampt of for sleepless jabbering aeons of utterly unutterable and vile tremulous twitching nemesis!  

The Caterpillar is also rereleased in Dub.

Pool of Vision

Rolling nostalgic melodies from Konstantinopoulos across the silken sea, the breeze grazes on the Keltek cliffs, murmuring through the grass, spreading blessings of Nature’s radiance and visionary clarity to the teeming Beings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 And through the tracery of twigs, the loamy damp green fields roll down the Combe to the silver river.  Gwyhd Idhiowek, and ivy-clustered grow the trees – branches bleak and bare against ragged curtains of dark, slate-grey scudding clouds.  Druids in flight – starlings darkling nebulous in glooms of Ingelonde’s dusky twighlight nightfall.  In the Valley of the Universe lies a cottage warmed by a crackling fire.  Flow of time-stars echoes there.  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

http://www.poemhunter.com/the-caterpillar/

Ye Caterpillar

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.  

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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.

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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

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