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
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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
– A subconscious re-interpretation of a little-known
luminous phenomenon replete and re-heated in conspiracy with certain
unutterable new findings in Ye Scroll of ye Lore, &c.; &c.; by Cedric Brodie, Doctor &c Physick.;
&c.:
- Constraining herewith an oral
account both humble and magnificent, of the peregrinations of the
above-mentioned philosopher, namely Mr Cedric Brodie, ‘during his various and
divers voyages around and about the Soul of Man; namely and to whit: ye Seeing,
ye Hearing, ye Touch, ye Smell, etc., etc., &.C; also included is the narrative of ye return
voyage to New Lynsmouth and various hilarious goings-on in that fair
towne. Printed by Grittfellow, Withertop
and Urge – Cheapside, London, in the year of 1617.
Upon a beam of light I sailed
around, ever chasing the sun. After many
a voyage I noticed the beams of sun were reflecting off the water, I traced
their source, I charted their course and plumbed their line. By Jupiter!
With all zeal I sought the source of sun’s silent shine. I can’t pretend to grasp the shimmering glint
with mere bony hand. This playful spirit
sits still for no-one, not even a child.
Dancing light, do you never sit upon the water when the water is still? I chased you round but found that though you
eluded me, still, you were there all the time, right there – gravity bent you
my way by attraction oh playful spirit of light you were the Newton’s apple of
my eye. So instead, after many restless
voyages around the poles of the horn, I settled down to the life of an English
country squire and a natural history of botanical verbiage. Taxonomical
lepidoptery filled many a pleasant day when I was not drowsing before a roaring
fire as the rain skittered down. E’er
the glint sparkled for me from then on.
I sat back like a crafty old dog and let the light come to me.
Now, instead of chasing it, I could simply sit and look deeply into it
as it met my eye – illuminating my inner
eye with every photonic pulse – a smile also lit my face.
Παγιουμτζής - Μπρος στα κλειστά παράθυρα (Ο δρόμος)
This just in – breath – this just out – breath – this just streaming –
breath – eternally through now and into infinite futurity – breath – as white-light
of Hendrix’s guitar jams with Arthur Lee and Love – breath – and electricity
streams through the universe – breath -
and in a blink it’s 2016 and they’ve gone universal, done got promoted…
Love - Four Sail (1969)
(Actually I think it was a
different album where Jimi played on the first track, hey-ho. Ed.)
Here it is:
Love with Jimi Hendrix - The Everlasting First [1970]
Upon a watery beam of light I
sailed around the globe, ever chasing the setting sun. After many and many a voyage I noticed the
beams of sunset were reflecting off the watery main, I traced their source with
sextant and compass, I charted their course and plumbed their line. By Jupiter, I would solve this mystery! With all the zeal and rigour of a young
student fresh out of college I sought the source of sun’s silent shine. I sought the source upon the seas as I sailed
forth as I did please. The rays they
bent around the globe – to meet their point they made a strobe. The twinkling beams like sea-lions smiled,
their grin went on for miles and miles.
I stopped the light dead in its tracks, I met its echo coming back. The beam reflected in a mirror I waved it in
particles. Gravity sucked at the light
and threw the whole thing subtly out of kilter, it looks better that way, like
the Akropolis. The timbers of the old
oak ship had been soaking up the light golden all the time in rosy orange
mellow buffalo brown hue, so why worry about it? Another light twinkled in my eye, another
twinkled upon the sea. The beams met and
rebounded around the back of the earth, coming back for more. The light that I had chased around the globe,
had made the object of my search, my years of study, the light of stars and
suns, the watery beam of light I chased around the globe – it was right there
in my own eye all the time!
Flickers
in the Minoan tapestry, the warm wooly sun surrounds the scene, dripping it in honey-light Mystika, illuminating phosphorescent profiles of the face. Faces of an
Ancient Tribe glow with the light of knowing. Tribes of an Ancient
Land celebrating sunny rituals in the morning of mankind. Land basking, innumerable komboloi
threading out to infinite destinations. Lute-strings
shaking. Pipes are fluting. An ancient dance begins – the Zeibekiko. The Dancer unwinds like an eagle stretching
out its feathers, taking to the thick, warm air, soaring, soaring up. And as the Aitos, the Greek Eagle soared, it
met the Cornish Chough and the Doctor Bird of Jamaica flying along side by side
and wing by wing, in thin air suspended.
All this was as depicted and foretold in the minutiae of the unfolding
of the flickering mystic Minoan Tapestry.
Scattered Showers of Mysteries will be invading the Earth over the next twenty-four
hours. Brighter intervals should follow
throughout most of the Brythonek Triangle as alien-integration occurs. In other weather/science news, Waves Of
Gravitational-Karmic Energy From The Beginning Of Reality have been isolated in
a test-tube. These will be released on
Utopia Day. Stand by for further
announcements – keep your machine tuned to this station – we will be bringing
you further reports as soon as we have them.
Stream on.
ΣΑΝ ΕΓΥΡΙΖ' ΑΠ' ΤΗΝ ΠΥΛΟ, 1935, ΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ
Whai, Whai, Whai - Lord Fly with Dan
Williams & his Orchestra
Miss Goosey - Lord Power and his Calypso
Quartet
Hill and Gully Ride - Mandeville Road - Lord Composer and his Silver Seas Hotel Orchestra
The Uniques - Lessons Of Love
Maintenance - Joseph Clemendore (Cobra
Man) with Ganny Gabbinson & His Calypso Band
The Naughty Little Flea - Lord Flea and His Calypsonians
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