Spontanaeity spawned an entity, spun in entropy, spurned an enmity – plodding and trodding on;; forming and foaming forth ^^^^ It’s the Dub, Jim, it’s like the unknown; but not as we know it….””’’’’’’ ‘’’’’’ ;;;;;;
A poster for your local mysterious alley-way in the old part of your town;;;;;;
Greetings, Earthlings…
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Spread the spreadsheet broadsheet bowlsheet;;;;;
The Poster for papering over the cracks in the walls of conditioned existence…..;;;;
“Who are You?” said the Caterpillar
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz#p/c/D5A57070AEC3CA50/0/MD6iqT8TLqg
The Caterpillar Dub 32 clatters onto pewter platters as scintillas shatter illusory matters –
Echoes from the Old Quarter, seen glimpsed strained through a glass-magnifying mirror device. Memory and the mind’s bejeweled clarity of perception. Alleys resounding to ancient laughter – long-ago summer days. The gorse was in bloom then, of course, and the wind raced and howled over the moors above the dreaming tiled village. Within the ‘Cretan Labyrinth’ lurked many a wonder… & wandering where the wind blew, my feet flew free and clattered on the cobbled crossroads-
Something is happening in the decaying seaport of New Lynsmouth – something as singular as it is perplexing – what the deuce is going on?
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Bark of the old pines is ridged like a Stegosaurus.
Let’s take a walk, in the company of one Elias Gillpington, and find out exactly what is happening in the old house on the corner – because they do say…..
The land offers up its brittle cattle, its ashes, vetches, lichens, rocky ledges, meadows sweetly rolling down to the briny. Swaying panoramic fieldscapes, summer dust and a buzzard sails over, sharp and alert in feathery consciousness. Sycamores sculpted, calfling milling, pines green and blue. Woodsmoke scenting the air with mellow nostalgia. A furlong furrows the brow of the Earth. The great moor, a swampy lost jungle of goat-willow, sedges, rushes, sundews and methane. Dragonflies lurk; whorl; dance; buzz; turn; glint; spin; sparkle; glimmer and zoom – adrift adrowze on this sunny afternoon. Idhyowek chimmblys lost in the sunshine and nameless weeds resplendent in little valleys lost to man. And everywhere Babylon’s grey tentacles threaten my green land. Willowherb hints at flinty paths, Scotts pines and summer camps in canvas as cumulous rolls out the sky. Gaunt gorse crags, heather and peat. Menhirs mumble secrets of Arthur’s sleep. Ivy-clad gothick – the larches crumble in the sun. Tin-roofs rattle in rain, rousing dreamers to ozone-scented rainmurk. Soilcreep ripples as acorns fatten; lurking futurity of hearty solidity. Stag-headed elders, proud and noble, gaunt, stark, stripped of tannin bark wave brittle limbs through sun and dark. Golden blazing corn afar hints at a bright glazed future. Dandelion parachutes, golden poplars, all is agrow in Albion’s sidereal slumber.
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz#p/c/759653F5C35AA02D/17/sdiaSg-LqWgCladodes, whorls & Bilbys – By a gulch, by a gully cretaceous critters, epigeal spittlebugs, horsetail-trees and she-oaks sheeeing in the Iron Wood Breeze, transcending Llanugos lurch by lovely lilac light – splattering gibberellic acid on scenes of desert-crow-feather-sheens, blue-black, metallic clacking chords. Aporia Europa oriental and Orphic – ripping dictionaries by flickering rushlight. Lexi-con/artists making light of the britten verb. The word & writ, the anglish langouridge.
ΚΡΥΣΤΑΛΛΩ (ΣΤΕΛΛΑΚΗΣ ΠΕΡΠΙΝΙΑΔΗΣ) Kristallo: Stellakis Perpiniadis
ΧΤΕΣ ΤΟ ΒΡΑΔΥ ΣΤΟΝ ΤΕΚΕ ΜΑΣ - Ktes to Vradi Ston Teke Mas – Last night in the teke:
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/c/759653F5C35AA02D/19/AOPo-GuZLFE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x11lMUXwO2k&playnext=1&list=PLB76CB12524807DB3
Stellakis Perpiniadis - Ο ΑΡΓΙΛΕΣ (Water Pipe)
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/c/759653F5C35AA02D/74/dSfcxuQa0ns
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhsn#p/c/3568ABC0BAF5BA7F/50/LrGJy-EKtTU
Rebetika Article: http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html
Aspropyrgos, Eleusis & The Mysteries:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aspropyrgos
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elefsina
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleusinian_Mysteries
http://www.eleusinianmysteries.org/index.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casuarinas
http://toowoombaplants2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/belah.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bandicoot
http://australian-animals.net/bandi.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crash_Bandicoot_(video_game)
ΖΕΜΠΕΚΙΑΝΟ ΣΠΑΝΙΟΛΟ - A great zeibekiko from Batis:
http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/c/759653F5C35AA02D/6/Kesy3NyP2FI
The Caterpillar Dub No.28 – Hallo there, stay with me from now until midnight so that we can share that which we call ‘our kind of Journalism’, all of which comes from within THE CATERPILLAR DUB COLLECTION. Pulp ably ghost knows the inside Chi – Chinese sidekick psyche sees lambent the trembling eve, aglow, all aglow. In yesterdays dappled midsummer meadows sepia flowers grow, fragrance thrown from chamomile over and in the rustic style, calm o’er a mile or more till ocean laps the ancient craggy shore, thrifty, calcinated with molluscs shattered shells strewn, strawn, bestrewed, scattered abroad and scat. Existence, metaphysical accent of the physical Universe – is the space between your atoms you? – Basically playground twist, twisting nebulae without necessity Wattsoever- James steam molecules streaming from kettle to engine as the space between them shone- tincan spins past globe, globular unconscious home street home for homo sapiens sapiens, the sappy buds of July rocketing raspberryesque into a bright new niwl summers day, astray adrowze in infinity and golden shining mist of silver mercury deluge. Destination destiny? No direction home for you old geo-orb george. By george. The best conductors would be those whose busses went fastest, maybe the late night 73 routemaster from Knightsbridge to Olympia hold on tight! Dover geyser Kynance Big Sur perchance outerspacedust scattered frothing in your mouth sparkling like the baby Krishna’s mouthful of Earth showing the glittering Kosmos. Big Sur, Kwe-Lin, the Northern Lights – just one great crashing chord! ‘Cause that’s the end! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! ! You don’t aim – but we don’t see that – at a particular fractured curly cabbage spiral as choirs sing, chanting utter bosch and nonsence to tickle yer ‘magination….(*) Sunflowers, Gerkins, Pyramidal Dalinian Michelangelo Parthenons enjoying a last supper based on a baseball player^ Dem system of schooling gives square equilateral equatative grades for intellectual eggheads to crack Humpty against each other before joining the Kings lighthorse. What we do is we put the child into the corridor of infinite physical kosmotic space drift spinning pond of the skynight shuddering moonglow ‘50’s spacepod thynge……… Kumon Kiddee Kiddee Kiddee!?!?!?!** Sunrise Ocean Mountain Snowscape Overarching Beauty-that’s the thynge! Flickering sunset moonlight dover chalkwhite crustoskeletal remains compressed into Vera’s best request, all from within the cabinette you love the best – the one that’s clearly marked: The Caterpillar Collection. It joins the WORLD> follow me over the white cliffs of Dover and practice cymatics to gain gluteous braingains in intellectual semantic pediatric pendantics. The Great Thynge is coming, the success of Saturn, when you wake up one day… Skiing my god I’ve arrived on the beach unfolding like a foxglove – I’m THERE!! Blooming coteledons under Northern Lights is what you’ve always felt and the hoaxers lurk in the tunnel of surf, miss. Everything is Easter Everywhere nautilus retiring to the 13th Floor, you’re sure gonna miss me – fishes, corals pulp palpitating polyps in subaquatic senior gloop aflow HA HA Rainbow squid, you flickering cephalopod evdomaniac of bounteous beauty enjoying your journey…. (There IS a serious purpose to this – perhaps to get to heaven) Let us not miss the point all along – the journey of life and spaceexistence – it was a Beautiful Thyne…. a beautiful thynge……..
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One Love!
Hi Babies! & Warm Greetings to all you readers of The Caterpillar, & all you random-house stumblers upon it by freakish accident. You are now entering a late and much shredded outpost of post-literary blog-posting. The old Chinese sage in silk robes paints poems & pictures on Mulberry leaves and sails them out of the windows of his breezy Pagoda, under a scudding moonclouddrenched sky. (Some call him mad – to him that is neither hear nor there) he scuds the painted leaves out from his narwhal tusk-tower, over the black shiny river, over the dark hills and fields of food where sometimes lovers lie, he sends out his little messages, never expecting a reply, response, reaction or comeback. Such is the contentment of the silken-enshrouded one. Like Satie, when writing his 7th Gnossienne, the leaf-painting poet does what he feels he must! And what of you, my friend; how is YOUR creative life going? Are you sailing out bubbles of humorous colour to bespatter the greyness of mondial mundanity? Old mad moon tower-dwelling inward pagoda man aspires for your collective sentient Happiness – Look- it’s written on the back of one of the Mulberry Leaves, in glittering silver ink!
The rain spattered down on the granite seaside town, making ten thousand jewels dance in the road. Mixing the breath of the sea and the fields. Glazing over seven terracqueous towns. Further wetting the oldest of fish. Perforating the Great Meniscus of the Floating World. Down came the rain; rinsing the alleyways of the slumbering port of mortal Dreams.
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return.
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one.
Change returns success
Going and coming without error.
Action brings good fortune.
Sunset.
The time is with the month of winter solstice
When the change is due to come.
Thunder in the other course of heaven.
Things cannot be destroyed once and for all.
Change returns success
Going and coming without error.
Action brings good fortune.
Sunset, sunrise.
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return.
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one.
Change returns success
Going and coming without error.
Action brings good fortune.
Sunset, sunrise.
Syd Barrett
Don Quixote part 2
Dictionaries:
A work on early Keltek languages, written by a German, in Latin:
Grammatica Celtica. E Monumentis Vetustis
Tam Hibernicae Linguae Quam Britannicae. Dialecti Cambricae Cornicae Armoricae. Nec Non E Gallicae Priscae Reliquiis.
Construxit: J.C.Zeuss, Philos.Dr.Histor.Prof.
Volumen Secundum. MDCCCLIII:
http://books.google.com/books?id=zhIJAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA1100#v=onepage&q&f=false
An excellent collection of lexicons and scholarly books on Cornwall:
http://www.lexilogos.com/english/cornish_dictionary.htm
English/Tibetan: http://www.eng-tib.com/
Ancient Greek: http://www.lexilogos.com/english/greek_ancient_dictionary.htm
Modern Greek: http://www.kypros.org/cgi-bin/lexicon
Irish: http://www.irishdictionary.ie/dictionary
Cornish/Welsh: http://kevindonnelly.org.uk/kernewek/
Sanskrit: http://www.scribd.com/doc/22733995/A-Sanskrit-Dictionary-of-Spirituality-Scholar’s-Terms
http://sanskritdocuments.org/dict/
Kn. A palm leaf ms.written in old Canarese characters, presented to the Panjab University Library Lahore. It belongs to the shorter recension and sometimes gives important readings. Number of leaves: 94+ 1 blank. Number of lines: 7. No date is given, but as it is written in old Canarese characters, it must be at least 300 years old, and might be older.:
Nighantu and the Nirukta, the oldest Indian treatise on etymology, philology and sementics [sic].On openlibrary.org
Tao Te Ching - Chapter 24:
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