Thursday, October 31, 2013

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.  





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 sundifferent splinters- shattering shadow’s realm with photon-haze raking at the day’s rippled perimeter.  Footsteps echo the tinkling of a tiny luteConcealed 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 baglasurely 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 TekeA Scene from the movie ‘Rebetiko’…

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.


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