The Caterpillar Dub No.44 brings you a new contributor, the jazz-horn player from Chicagee, Mr Ben Jacket. Please read responsibly and dissipate your euphoria in scintillating ripples of unbridled lightful joy. Any crackling audible over one's wireless set is a result of inter-orbital phonographic disturbance and will pass as we enter the next Age of Brahma. Poems and other pieces of verbage may be sent to the editor at the address to be found overleaf. Please do not forget to include a threepenny stamp and ten for a shilling if you get them hot. Allright, let's roll the film over the eyes of sleep.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
DREAM MANIFESTO
Following
recallibration of the soporific illusion nets, it has become apparent that life is indeed a
dream. The findings came to light as researchers at the Centre for Dream Experience and
Elucidation finally woke up to the facts of life can be a dream. Also how did they know not to that it
wasn't? And anyway it's time to wake up
now--- you're running, running down a street - you're in a strange city, though parts of it seem oddly familiar - alone you ramble
and wander the serpentine and convoluted conduits of a misty dream-city - you
meet a friend - is it a friend?
You see your lover down by the great river that winds out of the
jungle-country to the north-west, above the mountains, beyond the plains where the horse-nomads live and the skylarks
play. Is it her? You follow but she's
gone. Some foreigners arrive and offer
you a ride in a canoe - should you take it?
Why not? You jump in and are
conveyed to the ancient city, upstream, that was built by the elder culture, before the new city was built - - but wait - isn't it the same city?
Sweet Dreams of You
Julia Dream
Dream of Unwin
Chopin Op.50 No.3, Rubenstein
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