Watchagonnado when the rain comes down – watchagonnado when the rain
comes down – showers of words when the rain comes down – running down the page
when the rain comes down - watchagonnado
when the dream wakes up – watchagonna do when you wake from the dream – moon in
the clouds in a silvery dreamscape – sailing through gaps in a nocturnal
moonscape – watya gonna do when you wake from the dream, what’re y’goin’t’ do
when y’ wake from y’ dream?
Bowie – Toy (Album)
Pat Kelly – How Long
Pat Kelly – Dark End of the Street Prince Buster – Dark End of the Street
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.
Somehing’s going on between Jack Lane and
Florence Place. It’s all over New Lynsmouth.
Some d’say Old Paul Hill’s not too happy about it, but I don’t know so
much. She's a good, steady woman, is
Florence, even if she has got one too many of those modern ideas in her head,
you can’t blame her for that. And as for
Jack, the lupine, Hackensack chicken-shack, why, he’s just off on his way now,
up to Ting-a-Ling mine, with compass and plumb-line to measure the depths and
check the straightness and curvature of line.
The fox in tweeds, he rustles his whiskers in laconic amusement.
When Jack Lane chose a career in
mine-surveying he was putting his love of science to practical use. Some of his friends were more experimental in
their approach to the scientific arts. There
was Paul Hill the younger, with his constant tinkering around with engines and
mechanisms. And then there was
Gillpington – Elias Gillpington. He
seemed to study everything from ancient languages to flying machines. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he fell in with
that dubious relict, that self-appointed alchemist, Lazarus Taxon and got mixed
up in all kinds of events of a nature both agglutinative and palpably
eldritch.
The aforementioned phenomena described and
decried herein, herewith and heretofore, being mere ephemeral impressionist and
half-forgotten phonograph rolls and box-camera daguerreotype images flapping
briefly in eternity’s wink, we’ll say no more – what do you think?
{The Chops of Moss reside within and
characters they hide within, between the pages of a book – they wait for you to
take a look – meanwhile they hang in empty space suspended in a distant place
awaiting birth within the minds of readers of a hungry kind}
Here are some posters to print out:
The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek can be found at all good ebook sites, in a format to fit any device...
An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale, by Jeremy Schanche, available now at all major ebook distributors, in all formats... Plug in this electronic book and take a journey round the 'Shyre' - Come to Penwithershins and check out the Underground as Old Janner shows Pat Vulgata round the labyrinths of the mine in The Janetta Stone. Dark New Lynsmouth has seen many tribulations, but none so great as that set forth in The Kramvil, a gothic novel of eldritch and extraordinary phenomena which unwinds its thread through the twisting alleys of the Old Quarter. When the studious Elias Gillpington runs into the audacious scientist Lazarus Taxon, the wings of fate soon becloud the Keltek sky. As the shadow falls upon New Lynsmouth, Elias sees a glint of light in the presence of the beautiful Miss Constance Place. The story pulses and pullulates with life like a seething vat of yeast infested by furious clouds of flies and wasps on a sunny day, in an ancient lithograph of old Bombay. Potent, frothy, well-charged and heady, this electric manuscript will give you the skittering jitters and chill your rattling trotters. The collection of Poems will most likely sneak up on yous from downwind and lasso yous off to a land of golden sunshine, rustling leaves and phonographs furling out foxtrots 'fore rustling ya rational-mind and dry-gulching yous in Tuskaloosa or somewheres or some or other such place. Next, for the word-hungry among ye, we have a couple of glossaries to teach the tongues of talking. First be the Gerlyvryn Kernouac which explains some words of the ancient Cornish language which appear in the stories. Then we have the International Glossary which covers words from overseas, ancient and modern, as well as some archaic forms of Sowsnek, or 'English'. For our closing act, we have Ghost-Hulk of a Phantom, a darkly comic portrait of a struggling writer - a halucinatory roulade of oceanic fervour - a splattering of adrenalin on a canvas of vast cabbage-fields. To cut a John Dory short and chase the choice cuts I gotta say that An Morvil Kornek or The Horned Whale is the kind of book the lack of which would crook and rook up your reading-life by an absence of the positive presence of its very special form of effervescence.
There's 21 different ebook distributors selling The Horned Whale, including Amazon, Apple (itunes), Baker and Taylor Blio,
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Jeremy Schanche
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