Give 'Em Enough Dub

The Caterpillar Dub 102 brings a flurry of Dubs, remixes, echoes and sound-collages, so re-wind your tape-players, switch on your amps and soak it up.  Tikki-Diw butterflies flutter by and the caterpillar ruminates abstractedly on the infinite power of music.

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Pool of Vision

Rolling nostalgic melodies from Konstantinopoulos across the silken sea, the breeze grazes on the Keltek cliffs, murmuring through the grass, spreading blessings of Nature’s radiance and visionary clarity to the teeming Beings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 And through the tracery of twigs, the loamy damp green fields roll down the Combe to the silver river.  Gwyhd Idhiowek, and ivy-clustered grow the trees – branches bleak and bare against ragged curtains of dark, slate-grey scudding clouds.  Druids in flight – starlings darkling nebulous in glooms of Ingelonde’s dusky twighlight nightfall.  In the Valley of the Universe lies a cottage warmed by a crackling fire.  Flow of time-stars echoes there.  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

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Ye Caterpillar

Meitheamh Bolb Macalla

From Aphrodite to Zeus – it’s the paper you can’t refuse – Fast & Bolbos, Bolbic, also papered- it’s The Caterpillar Dub- The Shyre’s first Collage Magazine!  Forget Fleet Street, Forget Le Monde and The New York Times, and make way for a REAL newspaper – The Caterpillar Dub- it’ll change the way you look at news…   No other paper even bothers to report on what’s been going on in the rotting wharfside district of New Lynsmouth.  No other paper gives you the latest bulletins on the goings on of Lazarus Taxon, Elias Gillpington and their friends and associates.  No other journal dares to penetrate the murky maze of alleys and twisting, Minoan back-streets that writhe their way up Kyvounder Hill, overlooking the Old Quarter, where the shadow has started to fall.  What other paper will warn the people of the dread doom creeping towards their slumbering lives??  What other paper will raise the alarm, mobilize the populace and rid the towne of the eldritch peril that broods and leers, biding and abiding, waiting for the day;  the day when- (no time to continue – the shadow approaches – run – save yourselves – RUN)

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BOLB

Under Jade Mountains, Cloud Shadow

Flower-gardens in the rain, petals washed away, rain falling in the pond.

Frogs hiding, long hours, summer afternoon. Lighthouse, the ship- sunlight on brick on summer-lightning’s tongue. Tendrils of ivy on topiary trellises. Still the sampan goes down river, past buffaloes and mountains of the sun. Horns of the beast rippling with crinkled crumple-horn-rimmed speculation in orbic magnification. Smoky blocks of tea in the market, kettles, fruits unknown. Under Jade Mountains, cloud shadow. Under cloud shadow, Jade Mountains. Cloud over mountain, over air over earth. Forest quivers as monkey climbs higher. Rain in the East- the first drops falling into the tea-bowl…

Under cloud shadow, quiet presides- then thunder crackles and roars between the peaks. Gurgling waterfall draws colourful birds; a sage observes. Rain-curtains sweep across the mountains and valleys, grey sheets of water-element mixing with air. Water presides, and the crags run white with rivulets. Under Cloud Mountain, shadow of jade glows green. Down the river, past wallowing cattle, floating long hours. Tendrils of lightning’s tongue flicker petals of pond-water tea-bowls. Monkey splashes in the pond, slurps from tea-bowl, nibbles on rare lotus-shoots and runs shrieking into the trees. “Aboo! Aboo!”

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