Who are you said The Caterpillar

Other Worlds are available.  Various realms are on offer.  Alternate sagas are waiting to be written.  Which story are you living?  What tracks are you leaving?  And of your dreams, what be them?

Hey, why not print out some flyers and spread the word about The Caterpillar?

 

A poster for a wall in your town.....

The Caterpillar, the paper that asks, Who Are You?

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Dasson Kledhek

Heaven is where you find it -

flying with a flock of fluffy baby wrens

through a foxglove hedge - 

heaven in mistyc rain.

Look all around you!

This month's dub version is clear and colourless, so you can print it out and colour it yourself, in the colours of your dreams.
Then you can photocopy and distribute your own version of the Caterpillar Dub, thus stunning friends and strangers alike with the audacity of your gelatinous spontaneity.








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Take it easy, but take it!

An Gath Vlewek Kledhek

Sometimes it's hard to see your left from your right.  That's where The Caterpillar comes in.  Sometimes it's hard to see your up from your down or your hot from your cold.  That's where The Caterpillar comes in.  If it's getting hard to see your fixed from your spontaneous, your ridge from your flow, your anvil from your feather, you obviously need to spend more time reading The Caterpillar.  World got you mixed up, screwed down, strung up, held back, kept in, turned down, turned off, turned sour, down on ya luck, down on ya dough, sour, sick, busted, down-hearted, heavy hollow and mistrusted?  Buddy, get yaself a Caterpillar quick!  World got ya licked?  Kicked?  Feeling sick?  Feeling like a whole heap o' dung?  Like ya been flung from a car?  Kicked outta ya favourite bar?  Mashed to pulp, hurled into a sump and dumped by ya favourite girlfriend?  Buddy, ya better set right down, dust yerself off and git ahold of a nice juicy ol' Caterpillar, 'cause Brother, there ain't not'in' else gonna save ya. 

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a e i o u and sometimes y

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.  

                             

Scratch ‘n’ Sniff Special Issue Caterpillar May 2016

Some papers you can read, some papers you can hear, but there’s only one paper that you can actually smell – yes, it’s The Caterpillar Special Scratch ‘n’ Sniff Issue, coming to you from The Invertebrate Press, just down-wind from your local Oll Factory.  Other publishers may choose to neglect and deprive your senses – we prefer to entertain them…..

Strawberry Fields Forever – The Beatles

ΟΥΖΟ, ΧΑΣΙΣ, 1935, ΡΟΖΑ ΕΣΚΕΝΑΖΥ

ΧΑΣΙΣ... 

Dasson Ebryl - It's a Dub Version

Speckled the feather, mottled the quiver, ruffled the corrugations, crinkled the time-beam, wrinkled the stone-world, flickered the soul-light, shattered the old world, muttered the dark night, rattled the old house, battered the wild storm, matted the horses hair, chequered the merry air…

Lloyd Charmers - 5 to 5

Dave Brubeck - Take 5

 The Who - 5.15 

Do you believe in Mod?

Call the Caterpillar:  caterpillardub@gmx.com 

An Gath Vlewek Ebryl 2016 Heb Kost

Crikey, is it that time again?  Hoof!  How time flies.  Flies usually timed with stopwatch.  Ha.  Hmmm.  Well, this Ebryl, The Caterpillar be mainly concerned with a palette of issues arising out of the copywriting of a collage-journal of a photocopy of a paint-palette and similar matters of artistic integrity and etiquette.  Better yet, The Caterpillar comes to you totally free, without charge and totally heb kost.  An Gath Vlewek – what a truly hairy cat it is – or is it? – you decide – it is for you, the avid readers, that The Caterpillar is, after all, created by that gibbering horde of rabid, ravenous and haunting night-gaunts.  Well, so long for now Pals, till the trails cross again, I’ll be moseying along, chasing the doggies, tumble-weeds and illusory phenomenal-projections of the impenetrable mists of time, dream and mind.  Heb Kost remember!

Check out the beautiful song The Ballad of Ronny’s Mare:

The Dubliners - Plain and Simple

Pink Floyd - Scarecrow Outtakes - 1967

John Jacob Niles - 
American Street, Field and Jail House Cries

Ebryl yw!