Rustling Husks of Nothing

Puffs of speckled field-wind stir through the wheatfield's golden-green shimmer.  A paper blows by on the wind - no news.

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Subway clusters, bunches of words sprayed on, push-button symbolism.  Zzzdreams mustered, capers cut n dried, tried and tired in time;s tempting sandstone flux’’’;;;;  With cubes, cuniform samizdat grafitti scriff skrit script memorised, printed photostated scanned sealed and swallowed – cubes devoured and hollowed; solid.  -+-+*---+((()**      muletrain winding its way along mountain ledges – drowsy dust of dusk, flies, rolling ridges n peaks, purple dusk;  wandering hooves, jingling bells, whistles, clicks and calls – the klarino wails high and free, sinuous swooping mellow walnut ebony rich dark tones, mountainous archetypal autochthonous;

Κι Αν Έμπλεξες Με Άλλον, Δεν Πειράζει - 
Γεωργακοπούλου Ιωάννα / Τσαουσάκης Πρόδρομος

IPIROS DRIMINITSA KAGKELIA -
XALKIAS KLARINO



Πωγωνίσιο 2 Στο κλαρίνο ο Βαγγέλης Χαλιγιάννης

& Pan played on~~~~~

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In a faraway towne, scuttling feet, polyploid feet, padded, rattled, scouring the streets with antennae intelligently twitching, moon glinting splendidly reflected in myriad facets of crystal fragments in the wall as scurrying feet go clattering by--- 

Last sighted long ere aeons ago here in the twisting tumbling alleys of New Lynsmouth of old, eldritch, terrible, unspeakably ancient, I speak of the unspeakable, I point to the pointless, faring forth from this ancient whaling-port, rustling down side-streets, clear as the moon, light haloing the clouds, the atavistic ancestral carapace emerges, fresh from  the shadow-play-  threads of causality – who are you?  Said the Caterpillar…..      I looked, but the street was empty.  Unspeakable.

And in the city, the market closed today at 1.7.

More rain is expected later this afternoon, with sunny periods, scattered showers and signs, wonders, mysteries, water-spouts, revelations and globes of blue fire.   And the cuckoo shall cause his voice to be heard.

Little Black Star – John Jacob Niles



John Henry – John Jacob Niles



You Got To Cross That Lonesome Valley – John Jacob Niles



 Βρε μάγκα το μαχαίρι σου ( το Κουτσαβάκι )
 - Στράτος, Μάρκος, Μπατης, Δελιας 



ΕΓΩ ΚΑΛΑ ΚΑΘΟΜΟΥΝΑ
(ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΦΟΥΜΑΡΩ ΠΗΓΑΙΝΑ)
 - ΓΕΝΙΤΣΑΡΗΣ

 Catalogue d’oiseau - Messiaen



and the cuckoo sang with the lark.....

Tectonic Horn Shell

A series of old photos showing  

protocols 

among pigeons, owls, feathers, bucks, fowls

eggbirds of the starry night’s rustling feathered web                 * * * * * * *

Eldritch and monotonous moans

swirl lurk bloom

barking like wolverines

among the nipple-mountains of pale wood-cells

stark blasted forests

shattered mountains

fragmented and writhing seas

darklight skies

& Auricularia auricula-judae

gwynjak yw hethyw

look to the sky

hurling her visions

through 

your 

awareness

Το φιλί δεν είναι κρίμα
- Βασίλης Τσιτσάνης

Πίνω και μεθώ - Κασιμάτης

(Οφ αμάν) Συνθέτης Περιστέρης Έτος ηχογρ. 1934 

Πίνω και μεθώ, οφ αμάν, μέρα-νύχτα τραγουδώ, οφ αμάν

Μέρα-νύχτα τραγουδώ

Και το ντέρτι μου, οφ αμάν, στο μπουζούκι μου ξεσπώ

Γένηκα μπεκρής, ωχ αμάν, χασικλής και μερακλής, ωχ αμάν

χασικλής και μερακλής

Γιατί όλο λες, ωχ αμάν, κούκλα μου πως δε με θες

Τα ματάκια σου, ωχ αμάν, και τα κορδελάκια σου, ωχ αμάν

Και τα κορδελάκια σου

Με τουμπάρανε, οφ αμάν, και με κογιονάρανε

γειά σου δερβίση μου Ζαχαρία γειά σου

Πώς μου τα 'φερες, οφ αμάν, και μου την κατάφερες, οφ αμάν

Και μου την κατάφερες

και μου το 'σκασες, οφ αμάν, μέ το μάγκα το 'στριψες

(γειά σου Σπυράκι μου με το μπουζούκι σου)

Θα 'ρθω, Μια Γλυκιά Βραδιά 
– Στράτος  Παγιουμτζής



Clustering galactic jewel-net             sterennek

     

     the thought of the jewel is the jewel 

               flags wave in the wind, mind

  Πίνω και μεθώ  -  Κασιμάτης 

           

          turning world most dear

   the following a furlong:  shafts of sunlight luming the cool waters of the pond;  verdant path a tunnel of summertime green;  purple cobwebs of glowing coral cow-horn shell-horn horn of the sea and corn of the prairie pod pea;  humus loam subtle bonfire waft, rotting sycamore leaves, rooks cawing and carking;  the tolling of a bell, crunch, crisp, snow, windmills and dust and valour;  

                  Ocean of mind; sea of space 

           pale orange sunlight on faded brickwork;

         the distant hooting of a hooter,

            lowing cattle;  water-meadows;

          cowslips, cowlicks, cows, bullhorn                           rumblers 

                 dew-drop drip from a fern and 

                     fleck the hoof of a fleeing faun

Elder Mountains of the Moon

The elder mountains of the moon

loom 

the bark shrunk

breasted with nipples   clusters

ranges and fissures 

stark

no bark

left

jews ears wobble

gwynjak yw

white bones rattle the sky

hollow-fluted old one – why?

ΠΙΝΩ ΚΑΙ ΜΕΘΩ - ΡΕΜΠΕΤΙΚΟ ΣΥΓΚΡΟΤΗΜΑ ΘΕΣΣΑΛΟΝΙΚΗΣ



Παγιουμτζής-Περπινιάδης-Το φιλί δεν είναι κρίμα



Θα 'ρθω, Μια Γλυκιά Βραδιά - Αθανασίου Αθανάσιος



Over the Garden Wall – The Carter Family



Chewing Gum – The Carter Family

hollow-fluted old one - why?

Stream Molecular Phenomena Time Continuum Essence

Did you remember to look at the clots of sea-foam bobbling in the froth?  The secret wilderness – have you been there lately, seen the lizard green scampering, the pink of the sycamore buds bursting, the haze on the rolling bay?

Come take my hand, we’ll step out of Babylon and recover our gentle souls in the wilderness.  

ΑΜΑΝΕΔΕΣ, 1928  -  1934
Ta merakia ths anatolhs sta grammofwna.



Gaelic Lullaby  -  Judy Collins



I’m Alone In The Wilderness  -  Culture



Tomorrow Is Another Day - The Ivy League



Muirsheen Durkin - The Dubliners


Prokofiev Symphony No.5 
Leningrad Symphony Orchestra / Rozhdestvensky



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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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 Fête des belles eaux -  
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Nature's Way - Spirit


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