Sunday, June 29, 2014

Morgowles of New Lynsmouth

Morgowles, Smugairle-roin, Slefren-for, Medusa, jellied-fish reeling, floating in on the waves of the tides of the salt-splashing sea.  Flotilla-armadas of comb-jellies, By-The-Wind-Sailors and Rhizostoma pulmo – Root-Mouth Lung – the gelatinous barrel of epithelium.  They pulse their way towards us in pullulating wave upon wave – sea-jellies, transparent, rubbery hard-jellies, atavistic 600,000,000 year old jellies.  Jellies bent on havoc.  Into our peaceful harbour at New Lynsmouth they slopped, pulsated and glopped, an alien phylum, pre-dating the Human by unfathomable aeons and vast, dark gulphs of yawning primal time.  Predators now, they had come for what was theirs – the world ! ! !


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhizostoma_pulmo 

COMING SOON TO ‘THE CATERPILLAR’… PART 19 OF ‘THE JOURNAL OF ELIAS GILLPINGTON’,  OUR GOTHICK TALE OF TEWLWOLOW TWILIGHT MYSTERY, SET IN NEW LYNSMOUTH… 

Saturday, June 28, 2014

The Invertebrate Press presents Morgowles, Smugairle-roin and inexplicable perplexities in old New Lynsmouth.

Morgowles,  Smugairle-roin, Slefren for,  most eldritch and unrelishable creatures that they are – the Medusa or Jellyfish.
New Lynsmouth towne was little expecting a pulsing, slithering, pullulating, gelatinous flotilla of Cnidaria to come wobbling and a-quiverin’ up the slipway and into the shops and houses of the wharf-side district, but that’s what happened.  Stark slick glossy resilient epithelium envelopes of entropy and elegance – the jellies that swarmed in from the sea.  Atavistic remote sinister beautiful rippling umbrellas of glasrudh blubber transparency – comb-jellies and primitive sea-squirts and cucumbers, drifting this way on the tide.  

Kingdom:  Animalia;  Phylum:  Cnidaria;  Class:  Scyphozoa;  Order:   Rhizostomatidae;  Genus:  Rhizostoma;  Species:   Rhizostoma pulmo.   (Macri,  1778)    




The slithering forms of the smuggled ruins of the morgue-owls.    

Friday, May 16, 2014

Moose Mountain Muse - The Caterpillar 62

Chasing The Extraordinary Crossbill from sea to sea - seeing optical illusions of a long-tailed pigeon - Gwydhenn Idhyowek – trees clad in ivy – valley-swamp bluebells chiff-chaffs and three little glasses of cider from the Farmhouse - - - 

   

‘The Seasons’ – Tchaikovsky  - Victor Merzhanov


Martinu – Quartet No.5, in G minor.

  

Ripped by The Invertebrate Press, New Lynsmouth, Penwithershins, West Cernyw.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

A Forest Life

Twenty years in the forest –
watching trees grow –
watching trees fall down –
What have I learned from this?
That trees grow up –
That trees fall down.

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Blazing in the sun –
white glare off the grass blasts the eye.
Green light off the sun beams the sea.
Light through leaf and light through green –
The beetle shuffles.
Sing birds your chirpers to the sea’s boiling roar –
Drowning sunbeam’s silent rush through space.

   *          *          *

Chiff-chaff a chatterjack crackle -
Crow scaw a roeking mock in black –
Buzzy bumble a bee go gathering.
Leaf’s banner’s spread and Spring declared.

   *          *          *

Miles Davis - Ornithology




Friday, April 18, 2014

Ebryl - Gwakter ha Materyoleth

Aforementioned in the above vernacular it’s the spectacular trembling atmospheric stratospheric Caterpillar.    




Charlie Parker – Ornithology


Martinu – Fantasia for Theremin, Oboe, String Quartet and Piano



Sunday, March 30, 2014

Primordial Gravitational Waves

Waves of Gravity broke black and glassy on the shores of Time.  Time stood unmovable and would not be turned back.  Energy smiled, knowing what was the Matter.  And Spacetime exploded out atoms and all.  And waves of a ripple left traces in Space.  And Time’s echo true sounded back through its path.  Then Origin’s Light/Particle/Wave illumined the many Worlds and Beings saw the Way.  But before the Beginning where was the Origin?  When the first millisecond erupted, where were its roots, its folklore and culture?  What ancestors?  Was it a crack in the SpaceEgg?  Gravity waves bent out in light Primordial?  Or Luminous beams warped by Original Gravity Particles?  Either way, Karma’s Silvery Ripple Glistens Down The Surface Of A Mercurial Chimerical Looking-Glass-     licked by the eye of a many-faceted fly-