The Caterpillar: March 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Caterpillar Dub 24

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.

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:

http://www.sacred-texts.com/tao/crv/crv030.htm

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Caterpillar No.24 - Самиздат

Самиздат - Samizdat Gambits - Home-made broadsheet - same as that sold on Broad Street, Boredway and Hammersmith. Unsold - no fee - FREE to terrestrial browsers, grazers and ungulates.

Alleys echo to clattering feet - EXTRA! EXTRA! Non-event happening nowhere now! Get the latest! Read all about nothing! The News of No-World, as untold by Persona non Grata..... Place your order now - News of the Floating Dream World - Hot off the liquid press + + + + + Hacks scurrying to news-room before DREAM WEARS OFF^^^

A look behind the scenes at The Invertebrate Press Office.......

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Giant pepper-grinder - French bread - shops in the sun - dog in the road - He reads the book under girders of grounded dirigible, black and white - shiny windows; the most European part of Towne- Here come one thousand brides-maids- maybe I could marry all of them- Jack Street, January 25th, 1988 the alley took the ghost form of Jack- sunlight flooding the other side of the street- END - JACK KEROUAC - ADLER - TOW-AWAY - NO STOPPING 7 to 9A.M. - END KENNETH REXROTH - TRACY - 000 > SAROYAN - TOW-AWAY - NO STOPPING - 500 - MARK TWAIN - MERCHANT - 000 > VIA FERLINGHETTI - PRI E ROW - Snapshot- MindBreaths- Raddish - Owl - Bookstand - banned books - handbooks - Hookhands- cookbooks - it's all there in The Proper Study of The Age of Spiritual Machines, Eliot George's Muddle Much; Finn's Awake Again by Joyce James - Poetry-Jass, forty years later in the cellar- bar musty bebop musta hopped at the time, the past a dream- Little Old hipster gone old now, still walking in the sunshine.

http://openroad.tv/video.php?vid=320

Stickyweed, nettles, sorrel, daffodils, violets and leaves on the willows. A sea-fog shrouds the Mount like cobwebs. The tide is far out and the sea is calm. Seaweed and rocks exposed by spring's far-reaching lunar meniscotraction. The breeze is still and birds are singing a song on this, the softest of days. Black beetle scurries slowly off into the undergroth. Insects sup from dandelion cups. Sea slops flat, slapping sloping rocks aslew. Wasps burrow into the hardened mud. Daffodils spangle the hill on which new pennyworts awake - above the cliff - the gaping triangular rock jags below, fringed by swirling surf. Violets peep from the melange of winter's sleep. Lizards yet lurk neath menek hedgerow strongholds. White tuffted stuff sprouts forth. White buds on the thorn like pearls. Mud mostly hard from dry-out drought drinks not drams of dew - yet hare-bells bloom and yet the air is sweet. Gorse! Gorse, you golden burst of coconut mirth! Marks of walking-sticks in the mud - dog claws and a fly rolls on its back on a granite stack. Another of the black green crawling tribe climbs a grass stem and by the trail a discarded glove fits no hand grasping what? Re-foliaging fuschia looks forward to the drowzy days to come. The very first sticky buds of the chestnut are breaking into leaf of lightest green, still furry and sleepy. And you, Robin Rudock, of course, you are here to greet me.

As for you, old sea, mor, flat, grey-glas swirling, sighing vast flat damp thing washing menek shores where the limpets cling and play, chanting their silent songs another day. Universal brine, other-world, realm of most moisture - boats ride your roof but fishes know your depth.

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhum#p/p