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.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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.
Monday, September 30, 2013
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’:
Sunday, September 29, 2013
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’…
Baglamas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQPt1cziPxM&list=PLkMZb0s_TYEarjnbS1SAN4FkS2ufdDt9u&index=1
μπαγλαμάς
Saturday, August 31, 2013
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.
ΓΙΑΝΝΗΣ ΠΑΠΑΪΩΑΝΝΟΥ, 1939.
More
Music…..
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. Thursday, August 29, 2013
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……..
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Minoan Mosaic Meniscus
These pictures show of the infinite variety of Amazon shells as amazing as Minoan Mosaic Mazes created from coral as Kronos
crunches krogens and mists whirl, stirred by summer’s rattling grey breezes –
snaking and weaving into the memories of imagery, particle, participle,
particular, an atomic weave it is. The
Zephyr cools brows and as the breeze blows, frowzy through flyblown baked
clay-image-tablets (cuniform- early Pre-Palatian period) so it sways and cools
as it winds from Knossos to Illium, in zig-zag winding Zeibekiko ecstasis. Rebetis at Elusis dreampt once of a Dublin
pub, heard o’ the good grog from nautical meanderings around the watery
globular. The elderflower hid the bower
of the ale-door-man as stealthy-like the bowler spun to the aeldermans acre of
bookland, clacking the clogs of a Keltik Hypothesis. There goes old Don Quixote charging madly up
windmill hill, shattering beakers of bronze-age booze astride a Trojan horse – slow down!
But the Don charges on.
Cthonic, very early, a fine example.
I’m off for another one says the old ‘n and scatters quick to
split. (“You can get them in this style
for ten and six!” whitters twittering hatter.) For, after all, what’s written
on these shimmering Amazonian conches is merely the photogravure plates of
curious advice from The Caterpillar, nebulous and diffuse though it often is of
a summer’s evening as thrush warbles on sweet feathery wings.
The
Termites – Love Up, Kiss Up
The Progressions – Fair Deal
Hopeton Lewis – Come Live It Up
John Holt – Ali Baba
Prince Buster – Dreams to Remember
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band – Trout Mask Replica
More Music…..
Aeld Englisc:
It
wasn’t a Trojan Horse – it was a Greek Horse!
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