Spirits That Rise With The Sun In Their Eyes

From out of the mouth of the gyni came forth fables and parabels - this was good - as long as the gyni never offends the sultan he is free to babble - but if the sultan gets too pissed off the gyni will have to hide in a jar until he passes or turn him into a camel...

he doesn't mind doing this.

The Time Of Claws

Conceptuality coming to get ya in its claws - Exoskeletal pincers pinch at calceous crunchy krogens and split them into elemental flakes - The Time of Illusions is running out -

A Cloud Of Luminous Fog

We interrupt normal programming to make way for the voice of the caterpillar - 
The Caterpillar Dub is the echo of the voice of The Caterpillar - 
Please listen to these dub-echoes and observe the fusion of struggle and song as a caterpillar nudges its way into the realm of the limpet - nature is a constant re-balancing and adjustment - sometimes with great fundamental upheavals - Who would ever have thought The Caterpillar would be allowed to muscle in on The Limpet with such audacious temerity!  Mind you - Caterpillars do have over four thousand muscles - considerably more than you - oh puny human-thing!  So unscrew your political head and replace it with the cloud of luminous fog that a poet thinks will pass for a head and head on into the realm of the super-gorwir Caterpillar Dub - Dub - Dub - Dub - Dub - 

This goes out to The Ghost of Sid Vicious - forever leaning on the corner of Alexandra Road outside the Garden after the Sex Pistols played Penzance - Sid died at 21 - We must all die - even caterpillars have to wrap themselves in a cocoon of their own actions and melt into a fearless and featureless sludge - poor things!  Some of these foolish caterpillars even like to comfort themselves with the illusion of reincarnation - Obviously just their egos that can-t handle the obvious fact of their own extinction - - - - bla bla bla -  
Anyway I-m locked out of The Caterpillar Blogspot so meantime and for the foreseeable alltime The Invertebrate Press will be using this here website for artistic and political purposes and you-ll simply have to accept the juxtaposition of the two different halves of my brain - I expect it will be great fun for us all so let-s just shut up and get on with enjoying it shall we ~  (Oh I don-t know what happened to Johnny-s ear but it didn-t look like that on the night!)

Global Awareness Month

– A Thirty-Day Telluric Contemplation
As you might know - I-ve been celebrating A Month Of Global Awareness by carrying the globe around with me everywhere in an "open-carry" style - The echoes of this global-dream leached out from my dreamy head into the dream-heads of others - 
The Month Of Global Awareness kicked off on 31st January - the night of the Blue Moon - with a concert at Redwing Gallery - and a few more clips from the show have surfaced - thanks to my pal Allan - Songs featured are Man Of Constant Sorrow  (Traditional American) -  White Man In The Hammersmith Palais by The Clash - Panic In Detroit by David Bowie and I-m Set Free by The Velvet Underground -

Meh - songs mainly failed to upload - probably just as well  :-)
might try again later!  If not I-ll be singing them in the street
when it hits about 68 fahrenheit - - -  out to make a shilling -

Once the 45 quid jangly Les Paul Copy finally subsided into an erie silence and the Month of Global Awareness was launched good and proper - one of the main developments to come out of the experiment was in the realm of archaeology - Considering that the "open-carrying" of the gobe was an open-ended free-spirited free-form experiment - almost devoid of plan altogether it-s significant to me that the main event of the month was the discovery of The Druid-s Throne (or rather perhaps it-s rediscovery!)  and a wonderful menhir (longstone) I discovered two days ago on 24th February 2018 - My daughter has named it The Menhir Of The Setting Sun -  Check the previous issue of The Caterpillar which you can see on The Temporary Realm Of The Caterpillar Page on this very site!

Here-s a tiny clip of some menhirs above Madron - from autumn 2017:
Boswarva Carn Settlement Madron Kernow Britain

http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2017/11/boswarva-carn-settlement-madron-kernow-britain.html
More on Boswarva here - 

The World Ends At St-Just 
A Lesson In Basic Awareness - 
1)  Remember - It gets quite windy up west - so - - -

2) Never take your eye off the ball - - -

- - - or you-ll end up with a ruptured globe!  

Globey slunk off to a phone-box after that to seek legal advice!

The Atomic Wind captured by the Impressionist Camera

Union of Consciousness and Matter - a moment of awareness -

Great Uncle Ingolf as Hamlet contemplating the skull of Yoric - Alas!  Death Comes Without Warning!  For I am Death - None can excell - I-ll open the doors to heaven or hell - - -

They-ve landed!

It begins - - -

With Bronze-Age menhir on an ancient track from Carn Bosavern to Koth Valley -

At the Koth Valley (aka Mastadon Central UK)

At The Druid-s Throne 24:2:2018 - Awarth idhyowek menhir yw

In the picture above the globe sits atop what I suspected to be a fallen menhir -   just above The Druid-s Throne (See previous issue of The Caterpillar) - The globe wears a garland of Sticky Weed - proof of The Return Of The Spring -

Here we see the menhir half-clothed in a skirt of ivy






Starting to show through - This prehistoric beauty stood here around fifteen hundred years before Jesus was born - - -

Forgive the ten-year-off date-stamp - One day I-ll figure out how to get rid of it!  I didn-t want to trim down the picture and snip the nose of this fine megalith -  We are looking at the base - It tapers up towards the far end very gracefully -  The illuminated face which lies towards the setting sun is completely flat - in contrast to the gentle and typical curvature of its obverse side -  The piece also features the characteristic rising and falling cracks featured on so many of these objects - This one also has groovings that would run parallel to the ground when the stone was planted - Overall length: something over eight feet - Weight:  Heavy -

It-s All Over Now Baby Blue – 13^th  Floor Elevators

I-m Set Free – Velvet Underground   

I was born in Texas - Raised in Tennessee - If you don-t like my peaches -
Don-t rattle my tree -


Brilliant Adventure – David Bowie

For in this World I have to ramble -

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

Echo of the Cuckoo

fluttering cuckoo sparkling, interweaving is rich and rhythm rumbles, pathos melifluous to grab the  monochrome ear -   Return of Charango. 

A shower of birds – a cloud of cuckoos – larks a-muzzy on a summer’s night –

Druidic starlings swirl, nature’s glory –

Nettles, hedgerows, brambles,  under ivy old customs slumber – Saxon, Kelt, Belgae, Dane and Windmill-Hill-Tilters ;  Iberian Megalithic Cultures;  Autochthonous scions of spontaneous consciousness   – under the hill they slumber – under the hedge they linger – numbered no longer amongst the living, still they linger and cling, biding – stirred by starling’s turbulence rippling down through the old air – Souls don’t die-                         

                                                      

Joni Mitchell – Clouds

Doc Watson – The Cuckoo

Holy Modal Rounders – The Cuckoo

Rambling Jack Elliot and Derrol Adams – The Cuckoo

Big Brother and The Holding Company – The Cuckoo

George Malcolm – The Cuckoo

Clock Shop

Voice of the Cuckoo

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee

http://www.radiofreepenzance.blogspot.co.uk/    

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