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Edited by Anthony Dooley, Friday, 30 Aug 2013, 11:45

No one can say nay

for the ladies of the hills and the fair Isle and the Sea-faye

for they always sang the way

 

there in shimmering

 

shivering

 

silvering fish-blue

 

singing light

 

i read the word-stars

 

they hang in a

 

story-tellers night

 

 

(L'antique gaule vous en presse:

Daignez-vous mettre

dans leurs jours

Les contes ingenus,

quoquoique remplis d'adresse,

Qu'ont invente les troubadours....)

 

Shifting

               changing

times become all times

                   they bend

                                      and merge

      binding...unwinding....binding...

 

up and over and in and out and through              

merging  to a steady beat...

 

insistent

overwherlming

(Shona,Yoruba,Haiti,Cuba,Britain....Americay....Russia...China.....jumping it

long from Mississippi

and Louisiana swamplands,Bayou and Killdevil Hills

grannies a -hollerin' it from hill to mountain Appalachia  side...

them snakes bitin' hard now..them a-whoopin' it rockabilly

style..callin' down the RAPTURE.....and them high'n' holy Gospel churches be

whoopin' it up...heaven come down y'all...heaven come

down.. ....

comes they long the rapture of these drum beats...

cave to cave the words went...upspinning

 

out from under the earth

 

they came

from wind in British forest and wood

from the Lady's oceans and rivers and sea's ...Manawyddan and Britannia clap along to their children's dance......drums....I can hear the dead dance...spinning in their gray whirl...the shaking of the sheets...

 

"dance...dance...everyone must dance...

the shaking of the sheets with me...for six feet of earth

makes all one of a size..)

 

Exultant the sound

 

all in can't believe colurs and

 

dressed in sky-cloud and dreaming....

 

and She heals my symphony of sympathy wounds

alive

alive

alive 

oh

 

 

alive....

alive....oh

 

 

Improvisation.....

got to love hybridity

 

Listen to this..its beautiful

 

http://youtu.be/rXkHnuZHQiM-

 

Vaughn Williams Y'all

 

'A Sea Symphony'

 

cool

 

Anthony

 

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My shadow is on your wall's

 

My shadow  has ALWAYS been on your wall's...

 

 

 

 Songs

1-June Tabor and the Oyster band-All Tomorrow's Parties

2. Steeleye Span-Shaking of the Sheets.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Edited by Anthony Dooley, Tuesday, 5 Mar 2013, 10:05

Mornin' Y'all....

S'a spring mornin' but there is still cold in the air..but the birdsong is definitely there..its Spring..i walked past the Biggest cup of Costa Coffee yesterday..talk about making me feel small...then I thought a cup that size would last me half an hour. Full moon in a new spring...the ancients took store by full moon's...planted and sowed ,Celts,Vikings,Jutes,Angles and their ways'Moon blood good' we've never gotten over it...we remember them still but by old festivals given different names..Easter...St.Patricks day..Mother's day..etc i like this memory keeping tho'...it attaches us to our past and I'm always having a go at the past but if we forget that we forget everything...the shape of churches and cathedrals.mountains,hills and everything reminds us where we have come from..that we must not forget our ancestor's..the Queen is very much this too...Head of the tribe...important...Britain...important,we are still very much people's of Earth,Fire,Water and Stone...this cannot be helped..it is what the planet is made of.  

I've been listening to BBCRadio 3 recently..the BaroqueSpring(Art...music...Poetry) ...some great music I'd never heard before(Haydn,Handel,Purcell,Wagner..I know..me..Wagner...but he was good ole Wagner..time for a revision of his music I think..Mr Emotional,I like emotional...Parsifal,the Holy Fool..some great stuff.I don't like him as much as I like Vaughn Williams but I've been listening to Mr.Williams longer(his music contains British folkmusic, not that I'm obsessed or anything). Heard a piece by Bax-'The Garden of Fand'(Irish myth..just beautiful) ...Anyway been enjoying it andf even 'World Routes' got into the baroque playing harp music played by jesuits in S.America that was beautiful but I forgot to write it down..some great guitar music too).

Anyway...a poem revised..

  

Just because someone has not built something does not mean they are not a builder....

Feel forward..from a find to a check,from a check to a view,from a view to a kill..whos was it said Myth was all about death..well..you know how it goes...Mornin' O' the World to lengthenin' Shadows..Dunt matter..WE there...SCOP,SCALD,FILID,BARD,POET..WE there!

Mudh(myth)-My mind

                  My speech

                   My thought

                   My yearning

....here a word uttered..stuttered..told.....

Here in the rich imaginary a new Son O' Thunder speaks...

Danube(1000BC) to Urnfest(2000-1500 BC)

an' them Graecos an' Latins don' give us a bloody mention til 500BC(bloody cheek!) but them loves the salt..an' the Etruscans too(mad'''truscans..Mad..love mad dogs too..Big..Mad..Dogs(Shudder)..

Princes an' Kings sort O' started then all 'I'm great me..I've got a sword(Oh..put it away dear..your impressing no-one)..an' 'My horse is great(so I've heard but I've already had breakfast)..*th century BC..

Comes La Tene..SWitzerland..What the fuck we doin' in Switzerland..Its F...F...freezin...an' its got things..wiv fur an' teef n' eyes,mark me..it'll end in tears..Anyway..La Tene..makers of things..an' stuff..In Gold an' Bronze an'..eeerm...Clay(can't all be boss,can we..can we?)..

Swords an' Shields n' bangles(crap band)..Great we were..properskill,like..no messin')

But..Big 'eads

                  Braggy(get it..Bragr..please yourself)

                   Boastful

                   brilliantclever..Top Gee,Dog..Sir..Man with big sword pointed at me..Proper artists (Mr.Jones..y'know..him I'm allus talkin' abou'..he loves it..fair made his words sing they did('The making of images belongs only to man..from Venus O' Willendorf to Banksy..s'all one)..

That Herodotus called us beautiful..well..not as such..but 'e said ..we were tall(bigger'n a Roman)

           Light skin(we're Northern..no change there   then,used to boreal winds we are)...

an' we 'ad hair and eyes(we were defo human)

We were..dippy,hearts-on-sleeve,vainglorious..proper looney in a fight(do not Fuck wit us..we will KILL YOU..all the F's..thats us)..

That Poidonus(feckin' names on 'em..wass wrong wiv..I don' know..eerm..Anthony..s'good name fer a lyin' historian or what about Iolo..s'welsh that one..now There's poets an' artists for you..The Welsh..specially by Gwynedd..Eagles O' Wyddfa them..an' mad too O' course..goes with out sayin')...

then migration..us...celts..Irish an' Welsh an' German(i ccan still here the mnatres o' the danube singing...long we come from Danube shores).migrate?..neversmile

S'true..on my skin!..from the Alps into Italy and Gaul(France just bein' posh..Gaul?) an' following the Big River Danube into Hungary,Greece,Turkey N' Albania n' Croatia..

We built ships(well not me personally..but ..y'know..Fam..)See Dragons..do I 'ave ter draw a picture(conservative..images..they beguile an' manipulate)..An' ower to Ma Brittania we came..HOME..Ireland first then over the Sea(speed bonny boat) ter mainland and Toast an' Tea fer breakfast(3rd Century-Newgrange..Clannad..Faeriers,s'got the lot..Ireland)..

WE SACKED ROME..I know..US..tole yer..Mad..we sacked Rome..took their end/robbed the house..took the weed..everythin'.nice 'ouses tho'..looked better on fire,like..not that there was much to burn..werl..they burnt our chippy,din' they)-390 BC

An' Delphi..(Oh shit..Oh Godess..oh F..k!..sorry..sorry..oh shit,sorry..D'you like flowers?..chocolates..What?,Sacrifice..F..k that fer a larks tongue..your SACKED missus-The Celts sacked Rome in or about  279 BC)

An' some O' us..3..well..they were extra mad..crossed into Asia in a Minor key(I don' know..its only sayin' I am)..

Anyway..Galatae/Keltic/keltoi/alatae..I know..sad,innit!..all them names.

Then St.Paul..Tax Collector..still don' trust 'im,me) wrote about us in his Epistles..an' writin..to us..fucken show-off(sorry for swearin')..writin' an' tha'..clever )

But mainly it was France..an' they're all crazy too..they eat wallfish as we call snails..urghh..but the people..the people are beautiful an' soo clever..real La Tene Celts(like the Welsh an' us O' course...well we'm anglo-celts...romano-celt..)..really Arty..we settled here..an' expert with the Hudlath(a hazel wand  ref-W.B.Yeats-'Song of Wandering Aengus'(poem)we may be..but t'were'nt no Gondlir wand nor Odin spear(versions of a magic wand)..see we conquered but did not wipe out..so we're not that mad really..thats them saeson(saxons)..mad bleeders the lot O' 'em..So we rested here..sorted..

Then Rome battered us again(J.Ceasar an' his grudges..some people..knock one temple down an'big grin.....225 BC also 191 BC.Gaul,(Italy fell as well-hey,poetry)..

But the German Volk were'nt 'avin any o' us(they forgot as we were family...as I say...all one tribe), so they 'ad a go..teutonicin' all ower the place..then fucked off...So..by " Century BC we were all over the place..some even forgotten..til now,like..THEN..Ceasar ...)..What a terror 'e turnt out ter be(1st century BC) N' then Augustus..Tiberius..Claudius(Claw-d..us..geddit!..oh please yourself)) in AD 43(an' 'e were a Christian..all books an' don'-do-that..Cistercian monks came buildin' shapes and shapes..)....an' ower in Ireland..well fer the most part..we ignored the Romans as much as they ignored us..Rome din' like Boyzone nor U2-fat Bono in Leather kecks..urghh..I agree with the Romans there)..

Come the Saxon's,Jutes,Angles  an' more fights...thats us..Germano-Celts,Romano-Celts.Anglo-Celts...beautiful/crazy/clever/drunk/warriors..mad,bad and dangerous to know..Don't you just love History..

Wales-bright country

         light in their eyes

         Place of poetry time

Ireland..where the wind dances Autumn

           leaves down and makes the 3 Brigits laugh..

Scotland..Gododdin..brave and true..an' mainly drunk..much love for all o' them

An England..Ongelaunde..The Swan Isle...the Honey Isle,She deserves to be treated much better than we treat her...so beautiful she is. And us Britain's..bulldog breed..them as beat Hitler..some o' 'em are bleedin' Gods......Anthony

            

  

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