Showing posts with label Gorwir Kernouac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gorwir Kernouac. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2018

A Turbid Colourless Viscous Solution

Back in the wilderness at last - when a raven circles round and round overhead cawing you know you-re in the right place - Where else is there to be but nature ~








Thursday, March 30, 2017

Ephemeral Flim Flam That Fluttered Once Forth To Froth

So there I was, walking down the road, when all of a sudden-   
(Open a new tab and expand your image)  Ancient geometrical rhythms, patterns in the cloth, the march of the mountains, a faded colour-postcard, Kodachrome film flickering, people in outdated clothes, hats, newspapers clutched, streets bustling with gone-people, living-only-in-film-people, black-and-white-film-people gone drifting back in time.  
Τρυγόνα

Πήγαινα Το Δρόμο Δρόμο - Pigaina To Dromo Dromo

Μοιρολόι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

Γκάιντα Πυρσογιαννίτικη - Μαστοροχώρια Κόνιτσας (Ήπειρος)


Friday, March 24, 2017

Dream Yesterdays Summer

Ain’t always got the time to dream and slip into the summer meadows yesterday, dappled sunlight in the trees, through the meadow and into the tress, drowsy with summers’ torpor dropping like honey-flies from the leaves of the trees, glinting in the glade so cool.  Time to slip and slide to where stupas melt in time and fjords reflect the pure sky…  through the meadow and into the trees….   through the wildflower meadow, buzzing with insects of summer grass.  Into the trees, into the trees.....  
Scritti Politti – Doubt Beat

The Lyres – We Sell Soul

The Versatiles – Someone To Love

Junior Byles – If You Don’t Know Me By Now

ΜΑΡΟΚΟ, 1940, ΜΑΡΚΟΣ ΒΑΜΒΑΚΑΡΗΣ, ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΟΣ ΧΑΤΖΗΧΡΗΣΤΟΣ
Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940

ΕΛΕΝΗ ΜΙΚΡΟΠΑΝΤΡΕΜΕΝΗ, 1936, ΧΑΡΑΛΑΜΠΟΣ ΠΑΝΑΓΗΣ

Slip into the dream of consciousness.....

Sunday, February 26, 2017

How do you be lost in the Void?

How do you be lost in the Void?  How do you do it?  By not knowing that you are lost in the Void – this is the best way to be lost in the Void.  Do you be lost in the Void for lack of a valid ID?  Do you be lost in the Void when you think you are found and not in the Void?  Do you be lost in the Void when all the time you were really just lost in the Void?  Isn’t this a cause for laughter? 

Join Together – The Who

Let’s Get Together – H.P.Lovecraft

Let’s Work Together – Canned Heat

Monster – Steppenwolf

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Who are you said The Caterpillar

Other Worlds are available.  Various realms are on offer.  Alternate sagas are waiting to be written.  Which story are you living?  What tracks are you leaving?  And of your dreams, what be them?

Hey, why not print out some flyers and spread the word about The Caterpillar?
 


A poster for a wall in your town.....
The Caterpillar, the paper that asks, Who Are You?

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Gwynjak Blue

To the lichen that creeps while we sleep, sneaking over stones, timber and the slumberous hedgerows of Kernow and Albion.  Exploding into rabid writhing seethes, a sixteenth of an inch a year.  This archaeon humbly seeps while Humanity walks in its sleep.

The Timber Trail – Sons of the Pioneers



Jerusalem – Paul Robeson



Coming soon, In April’s issue of The Caterpillar:  the final chapter in our tale of West Kirnowe:  The Journal of Elias Gillpington – Don’t miss it…….!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Journal of Elias Gillpington, Part 23. An Gath Vlewek 69, Kevardhu 2014.

What is sweeter than mead? – Intimate conversation.
What is blacker than the raven? – Death.
What is whiter than snow? – Truth.
What is swifter than the wind? – Thought.
What is sharper than the  sword? – Understanding.
What is lighter than a spark? – The mind of a woman between two men.

From the ancient Irish tale, The Wooding of Ailbe.





Bardhonieth . . . . .

Dearbhla Ni Bhroin  - Uirchil a Chreagain.



The stunning beauty and Music of Aran Isle, Ireland.




Entr’ Acte -  Erik Satie, Rene Clair, 1924.



Εχει η νύχτα θάνατο - Γρηγόρης Μπιθικώτσης



Yammas!  

Monday, September 29, 2014

paLIMPsEsT

Musics of many nations will unite us as One.  Same Moon for all and same Sun.  Same sky go round and wrap round the World.  So sing out your true voice and follow your Soul.
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Two little Tuataras sitting on the wall,
One named Peter and one named Paul,
Crawl away Peter, crawl away Paul,
Come back Peter, come back Paul.

Two little Tuataras sitting on the wall,
Marry little fellows, marry little Paul.

I love Tuataras, how nice they are,
I love Tuataras how pilly pilly par.
Tuataras are sweet they can marry each other,
They like Tuataras, how sweet they are.

Cows love squirrels, squirrels love cows,
Badgers love gollies, gollies love moles,
How sweet they all are, no matter no dinosaurs
How they eat up the animals 
If they’re a meat-eating
Dinosaur, like T.Rex was.   

Little show-aminals snuggling up in their beds.

Parrots and Macaws, macaws and parrots,
They love each other, they marry each other
And birds of course love hens, cows and chickens.
Penguins can’t fly no matter squirrels can’t fly
And either can badgers.  

Flora (4)


Edith Piaf – Johnny



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatara

Saz



Bartok – Romanian Folk Dances –
Muzsicas / Danubia Orchestra



Dzhygun – Podolain Dance, Ukraine



Dunaiou Dunaiou – Ukranian Folk Song



And more again…





Ever wondered what it’s like at The Invertebrate Press Office……?  Come on, let’s take a little look…

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Hmmmm what did you think?   It would be nice to hear your reactions.  You can make contact with The Caterpillar at   caterpillardub@gmx.com