Haunted City of Dreams

     The Authenticity  
                 Of Your Dreams

       Just a perfect Writhing, emerging - botanical  [binomial]   They are unique to each and Earth metamorphos’d into  An event  -  not only capable of  Eternity yawning on Thorn-fires at dawn - the story is partly based on luminous plants and it was about ten o’clock and the sun was shining brilliantly;  much like romance and home-made science, which they bring into existence more or less - the soft Creation slept  monstrous and everything was looking lovelier for the yesterday’s rain -  that soule which now comes up to you till foure a clocke in the afternoone, and explores the origins of sweet hills at the end, to dissolve gradually, subterranean;  and to enact the dream-like reflection of disappearing. 

           

                                      happen 

                                                                                                         life

       birds through foggy alleys behold Hereditary Skies - taking shape, new herds of beasts are labelled with their binomials, a living tuft crackling of insects in this quarter of vacant diffusive Light against the blue solitude!  the blue egg perpetual “Back in 1861,” when various quills huge,  pieces of dead fragments of giant wings.  Yesterday it made off!  And Lazarus Taxon still retain’d the Aetherial Energy….. 

   …..So I haunted the City of your Dreams, in the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love;  for the docks paid in currency of fish.  Thus sang the oaks and rills, and to their Oozy Beds, the finny Fish repair.

Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band
 – The Spotlight Kid Out-Takes - 1972

Σα φουμάρω τσιγαρλίκι                        Στελάκης Περπινιάδης - 1935

ΜΠΑΓΙΑΝΤΕΡΑΣ -
ΠΑΝΤΑ ΜΕ ΓΛΥΚΟ ΧΑΣΙΣΙ

blue egg perpetual, world-egg blue

An Gath Vlewek Hedra 2015

Sitting in a field writing blog-blurb with glistening dew-drops on the swamp-grass as the busy-traffic roars by on the A-30 and old stag-horn the giant towers dead head and barkless shoulders above the halfling leafy woods of  Hedra's pale strained and diluted sunny rays.
  Leaves are falling, winds are calling, rustling, sighing, soughing, blowing, strewing, golden rays illuminating.  Howlyak yw yn Hedra.   * ~ ^ * ~ ^ * ~ ^ *~ ^  
  Sea of glass, lapping in the sun.  Glittering salt crystals sparkle on the rock.  Sea so, sky so still, feathering for whispy kommolek mackerel and aery brine-scalers.

ΤΑΣΟΣ ΧΑΛΚΙΑΣ -

Ο ΜΕΓΑΛΥΤΕΡΟΣ..Ο Λ Ω Ν

Μοιρολοι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

ΜΟΥ ΦΑΙΝΕΤΑΙ -
ΚΩΣΤΑΣ ΡΟΥΚΟΥΝΑΣ 
1935.

Howlyak yw yn Hedra