Issue One

Being the stream of consciousness i fell into a slumber and when i awoke i struggled to recollect the tattered shreds of a Dream. A larval figure, blurred and murky; swaddled in dark mists and vapours indistinct was there, rippling in my memory as if viewed through a piece of antique green glass, washed smooth by the sea. Huddled and cocooned deep in his carapace overcoat, like it was the forties, this figure had somehow contrived a meeting with me at a street-corner, in the small hours of the city night. He communicated two strong wishes to me: firstly that i publish abroad his free visionary ghetto tabloid; and secondly there was something about a lexicon, a wordstream or flow of ideas. His glossolalia was deep and eldritch, yet his formless being seemed to shine out a glow of sentience and natural happiness. So, until i can somehow meet that figure again, be it in a Dream, an underground subway or some other physical place where i would hope to receive more information from him, let me try to plumb the shadowy pool of memory and find some of his larval words to float down the stream of conciousness:
Karuna, levitation, madcap, muse, dub, Rasta, underground, Lucretius, Lao Tzu, Eleusis, Thoreau, The Caterpillar, Kerouac, Rebetika, Entheos, Bouzouki, Valis, vision, psyche, Plato, playwords, not above play w/words, grasshopper songs, zeibekkiko,lyre, Minoan, Linear B linguistic leap to today,chryselephantine, Evdaemonia, gnossienne, Iphthime, espresso, esp, especially for ye... sending out Love on the airwaves...