Osseous - brittle - carapacious - exoskeletal - keratinous - telechronological - clattering and clacking or mineralized husks - chattering teeth in secular skull with sunken eyes and the sands of time trickling - running through the jaws of fossilized throwbacks -
Author of The Horned Whale offers Unique Bonus Prize - THE BUXTEREIDE PRIZEwill be awarded by the author to the first reader of The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek ebook who claims to have read the entire book from start to finish -
In order to prove their claim the contestant will need to be able to answer a few simple questions on the book and display a reasonable knowledge of its contents - The prize will include: A handmade statuette of the leading character from the novel - personally crafted by the author-s own hands and signed in the clay - a limited edition of one - Signed publicity materials - Free copies of any future books by the author - A personal tour round the New Lynsmouth of the novel and its immediate environs - you will be personally taken on a journey to the unique and atmospheric real-life places that inspired the scenes in The Kramvil - The tour will conclude with a celebratory feast for the honoured prize-winner! (The prize is international in nature and is open to anyone in the world - however - airfare cannot be provided nor hotel accommodation - bus-fare from Penzance will be refunded if valid tickets are shown at the prize-giving ceremony - Loss - injury or sudden death of contestants is their own fault - don-t try to sue my ass cause you-ll come off worst) Literary journals of a genteel bourgeois or rabid revolutionary nature are welcome to review and critique the ouvre if such they seek - resonating cheek by jowl with the howling beaks of mediatized modernity and rattling jawbone exuberances - The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek by Jeremy Schanche is available everywhere!
At first I was joking when I used to say I was 'going back to the Bronze Age', but quite soon the joke was on me and I found myself enshrouded in the crepuscular Keltek dusk of Kernow's tewlwolow husk. The stones broke through like teeth emerging. One finger points to another. A long shadow cast by the moon. Defend, Cultivate, Observe - study the Universe. Honour nature. Unlock the code. Discover what is to be known - nature, the stars, people, the ocean, insects, your dreams - all one.
Well the ray of the moons' glow bounded off the tongue of a sleepless lark and glittered hard against the Druid's old stone tower. Some things never change. Bits of sunlight glimmered, glistened, glittered and glinted in a shimmering frazzle of dazzling glare, looming and rearing up all radiant daring to blaze through the haze and shazzam through the fleeting vaporous spindrift shimmer. The eye of seeing saw to it that the mind of knowing knew the deal. Nature resplended in its entire perfection. Nature comes with thorns. Nature comes with horns. Nature flows inseparable from the mind that perceives - thus, 'you are the eyes of the Universe.' The entire fleshy, rocky and salt-water-croc-riddled trip centres around ye, the experiencing perceiver at the centre of the web, the heart of 'reality.' Well, if the whole Empire of Dust is pulling one way, might as well pull the other way, blazing up with the fire from the diamond-eyes of the stars. Blaze against the cold steel rail, the numbing aparati of stagnation and the death of freedom - blaze away and rave, rage and rant - it's always better that way. Rock the joint with ten thousand watts of pulsing rhythm and the wailing and popping cones of a hundred speakers, barking and yelping out their joyful song of life. Just don't turn down the music if you want to meet the Muse. *** Stay back where you are - you wouldn't like it here - this is not your place - stay in your age, you'd despise these weak and sneaky moderns with their stinking fire-chariots and their life of utter weakness. There's nowhere left to run a horse and the game's all gone. The chase has been replaced by the queue - they have these things called 'supermarkets' - stay where you are, my dear bronze ghosts, for you'd certainly hate it here. All the towns are in the wrong places and nothing is aligned with nothing - Says it all - stay where you are - I'll come to you. *** Rita Abatzi - One of Greece's greatest singers of our era: Some stuff about my book, The Horned Whale... a Celtic Mystery Tale from Ancient Brittania The pathways of the sky, painted across the land - a gift from the Old Ones, for those who have eyes to see.
I’m Dr Polka. In 1976 I started work at Wheal
Roots which became ‘Poldark Mine’. As a
16 year old miner I literally entered a new world. Blasting our way through
granite, we hooked up with old workings and though I didn’t know it at the
time, we bored our way into a skoven, a tin-ground, with a history that goes
back to prehistoric times. This experience forms the basis for my fiction story,
The Janetta Stone, which is in my ebook, The Horned Whale. Some day I’ll write the real story of those
mining days. The tunnels we ‘mucked out’ by wheel-barrow
during the days of Britain’s Punk explosion - for £16 a week - were later used
for the mining scenes representing ‘Wheal Grace’ and ‘Wheal Fortune’ in the
BBC’s Poldark drama series. Somebody
certainly made a fortune but it wasn’t
the miners. Repetitious history. Down Poldark Mine these days they have
mannequins of eighteenth-century boy miners – they don’t actually look a whole
lot younger than me and my fellow-‘tinners’ from the seventies.
Oh Beejayzus! The things a fella’s gotta do t’ earn a crusta
bread in these crazy days – hmmmm,
let’s see now – where was I? pppffffssssssshhhhhhhhooooooouuuuuuggghhhh! Hey, I thought you could just dig money up! Like in the olden days – but then I
always was a bit of an impressionist, like, from back in the Golden Days. So anyway, there I was, diggin’ and a-delvin’ like a Devla down ol’ Wheal Roots of
a Wendron afternoon, tryin t’ make a kroust, when all over a sudden like I gets
the idea t’ try me luck in the litricher trade, just for the halibut like. So I’m here t’ tell youse about me new book – it’s a
noctambulatory masterpiece like, well,
it’s a piece anyway – a piece of something……
(P.S. – and I really am taking the P.S. now…
) It’s available at most ebook sites and
you can get it in a format to fit any device, however suspect. Most sites let you sample the first 100 pages
or so for free. The ISBN is 9780993490910
and with this you can locate the book.
Let’s Submerge - X-Ray Spex
Mole In The Ground – Bascom Lamar Lunsford
The Beatles – Paperback Writer
(Note the shot of the Hoffner Bass right at the
end)
plain notes furl the gypsy fiddle and the band joins sideways shifting and
drifting over the Carpathian mountains.
Dark wells and billows of vapour brake the light into sharp-stalagmites
of a thousand brittle bloats, shadowing
tracts of cataract. Between the turfs
scutter and scuttle cling, feathery shatter and thaw.
……………………………………………….
Globe lume larva car pace rig but lo zen a saffron zombie is typical
numinous phosphorous scope lope rope nasty on tropical fish on a stalagmite-sloth
mole-herring gull-ship og carbon if thy tin ant wax-eater dew phone late
………………………………………………..
A fogment. A fig. A paper fragment from a collage. That’s all it is.
Just the flow of the ten thousand things. --------------------------------------------------
Though it seems so long ago, I have dreams - dreams to remember and remembrance runs wild to another planet - the start of a brilliant adventure.
The plaintive notes unfurl from the gypsy fiddle and the band joins in
with a sideways metallic blues, shifting and drifting like the clouds over the
Carpathian mountains. Dark swells and
billows of water-vapour brake the sunlight into shark-stalactites of a thousand
brittle glinting hues. Swelling
cloud-mass furls and bloats, shadowing tracts of land and cataract-white
rivers. Between the turfs beetles
scutter and scuttle, lichens cling, feathery hawks and eagles soar, ice starts
to crack, shatter and thaw.
The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek by Jeremy Schanche at all good ebook outlets - available now!
Hi folks, I'm very happy to tell you that my ebook is ready for you all to devour.
If
it’s words you want, this book’s full of ‘em…
The
Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek is the first book by
Jeremy Schanche.It contains a short story, a full-length
novel, a novella, a collection of poetry and two glossaries.
The
Janetta Stone is a subterranean tale which explores
the origins of tin-mining and the roots of language. Set in Cornwall’s metalliferous far-west, the
story is partly based on the author’s own experiences as one of the last
generation of Cornish miners. Glimpses
of an underground past melt into the present as the man from Chyannor shows reporter Pat Vulgata around the old
‘bal’, or mine, that runs out under the sea.
The
Kramvil is a gothic novel of mystery, romance and home-made
science, set in the archaic fishing port of New Lynsmouth, circa 1911. Elias Gillpington is a young scholar, quietly
pursuing a life of learning until he encounters the elderly Lazarus Taxon and
gets drawn into his world of extraordinary experimentation. Desperate to win the love of the luminous
Constance Place, Elias pursues his fate through the foggy alleys of the Old
Quarter, while back in the lab, something is taking shape, swelling, writhing,
emerging-
The fog, the sea, the dappled sunshine and the
clacking, rooking crows are as much a part of this story as its cast of rare
characters and the stream of inexplicable phenomena through which they pass.
Gerlyvrynn
Kernouac or the Cornish
Glossary gives translations for the Cornish words which occasionally enrich
the script. Cornish is a Brythonek
language – part of Ancient British culture and pre-dating Sowsnek, or the
English language by many centuries.
International
Glossary contains words from thirty-one different languages,
ancient, medieval and modern.
Ghost-Hulk
of a Phantom takes a laconic dive into the world of a
struggling writer whose only wish is to get his book published. Determined to make a few quid before he gets
old, the fame-hungry, whimsical and volatile Arthur Buxtereide has a whale of a
time in the wacky world of publishing. A
beastly tale.
Monstrous, lyrical and dream-like, this collection
of writing from the Keltek heart-land offers rich food for those who look
within.
Jeremy
Schanche has also published over 340 papers on art and
politics which are all available free.
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Check out my fiction ebook, The Horned Whale - available from all good ebook sites - The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek by Jeremy Schanche - ISBN: 9780993490910 - 175,710 words - $3.99 - Contains the mystery novel - The Kramvil, plus short stories, poetry and glossaries. Find out more at : http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/the-horned-whale-by-jeremy-schanche.html
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