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"so I said....I was cleaning the cupboard..then took another pill..an'you know what those pills are like...so I took another one...and then I remember the boys porn magazines...so I tho8ght well...they might find them...so I began tearing them up..eating some of the oieces and then flushing them away....and then I remembered I hadn't cleaned the pans in the sink..but I had a drink of vodka first...then I had another one...but I heard a knock so I crouched down behind the chair in the flat but I could see my foot sticking out which eminded me of Bob Dylan...an youknow I love bob Dylan...so I took a line of speed...I had a bag off've tha nice old woman down the hall in the block..lovely woman..nice as yer like but y'know...the oldest speed freak I know..probably the eldest of the nightfreaks....so..I was cleaning...but fiorst I made sure the person who knocked had gone...while I was waiting I had stuck myself a spliff...great weed...an' lit itand though how pretty the smoke was...I burnt my knee from a hotrock dropping so I stood up...went back into the toilet with my glass in my hand...forgot why I was there....then the remembered the boys magazines...thennnn..I remembered the other porn magazines Robert gave me...remember Robert..he was beautiful...did great things with a bullwhip...well..if you like shoving a bullwhip where the sun don't shine...only it does sometimes but mostly its raining..anyway...so I got the S and M magazines...that man with the pierced knob....that's gotta hurt...B...B..are you there...B....B..."

From  a short play  by Anthony Dooley

'Making History'

for “bad things happen there,” “drunken howls and noises in the streets..

The people there may be “scum,” and sometimes violent -- “underclass hooligans” -- but they’re “real in comparison to the people who generally hang about the art world,” and, more importantly, they are “nearer to salvation than the suburban Middle Class.” ,”

Image and Text by Anthony Dooley

Its a bit long but hey...its a blues....take what yer need Y'all...if'n yer don't like..leave it...

"Baby please don't go..baby please Don't go..

Y'know I been ter see the gypsy woman an

nd yer know how far she see's..see's true..see's blue...

she done read der leaves and she seen Killes make a mess outta you..

She said she seen you all dead...dead as only dead can be..

baby please...please stay..don't take yer sword an' yo helmet...baby please..please stay..

You know the seefar woman done tole me

an' the conjureman done tole me too..

cos I believe..I believe to my soul..

dem Greeks are gonna fuck witchu..

Your my brave one...your my only love..

Look baby..look...this is yo son...your only one...this is your dove..

Oh please baby..baby..pleeeasee,please stay..

don't make that ole gypsy woman leaves  and the fates make it so..

Oh Honey..baby..

Fuck achilles.

an' fuck Greece and Troy too..

cos me an' your son...we don't want them...we only want you..

for The seefar woman tole me..Zeus he ain't for you...and the scales he holds ..dey been messed wit too..That Zeus..the lyin' fuck...he ain't for you..an'nor is Apollo too..

oh it hurts baby...pains me so..

see.lokk at my scars..m'covered in sorrow...

Baby..Lover..please don't go

cos I know tonight...

you'll be dead tomorrow

Looksee..i done saddled the brown...an' I done saddled the brown.

.lets me ,you an' the baby..lets get away...Fuck 'em al...Fuck 'em all..

Lets get  the fuck away from Illium town.. I don' care..let it all burn down..

Leave them to their madness...their war and their blood..

.Cos I don't want a ghost ter be standin' where my lover..

My husband once stood..

baby..oh baby..please don't go..

Ok..My honey..my lover..

If ya gotta go..then I'll go too..

yo Papa Pariam...he'll take care o' the baby

cos I'm gonna go fight witchu

Cos ain't I a Trojan woman..mean and fine..

An' I ain't scared o'no fucking Greek line..

For ain't I a Trojan..all dressed in true,true blue..

Ain't I a warrior woman...so c'mon lover..lets go..

we'll fight side by side..

For I'll not leave yer screaming while those

wild  horses  fuck wid you..

For ain't no God...

no Greece..no fuckin' warrior

an no Burial mound

can keep you from me ..

Oh Baby..don't go...please baby..lover..

my Hector..oh please..please stay..

Images to follow..

text by

Ant Dooley and Form

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text improvised on from

'the Illiad'-Homer

hope all are well..

Short story(I'll fix it soon..)

nanacy was watching the world and looked down and and saw...letb the eye of imagination move in and see what he saw..hear what he heard..for nancy is wise and smiles muchly on small things...they are his ina very special way...

first he heard someone singing.."who is that singing such a good song" he thought to himself..for as everyone knows nancy loves music..to sing and dance and drink and get a little wild some..in fact nancy is just like us is'nt he really...

Anyway ..the song he heard was "the winds a woman babe..and the water is too..winds a woman babee..water is too...gonna be a fish, babe..an' i'll swim to you..swim to you...gonna jump right in baybee..an' swim to you.."..a graet funky little song ..namncy loved it..and then he saw little Bouki..all by himself at the side of the water..drawing of his pictures and a readin' o' his books..well little nancy thought..i'll keep an eye on this one...

now little bouki had been left alone for a day and night by his family because they gone to a party way owerr yonder.but he..little Bouki wanted to stay and read some and draw some..and anyway..things still needed to happen on the farm on the Little hillside where he lived..so he did his chores and eat some and then sat by the river..for he loved that river..and sat writing his songs and drawing his pictures..

now..bouki had a Nuncle...not a good man..yer can tell..look at that nose...the twist in the smile as he walkin' down towards that farm where bouki was..ALL ALONE..."m'gonna go down an' get me some from that lil bouki so i am" and he walked...and walked and soon  he was standing before lil bouki.."lil bouki...you here alone..well....why'n i stay here wid you.." Now Bouki knew this uncle was'nt a good uncle..he smelled mean and bad...and he did'n' like the way he stood so..he said "yep i alone..but you can't stay here..cause i ain't..soon am a go up to yonder further up the hill to a cave i know and there i'll sleep the night".. this pleased uncle gee..and he said.."wel..later on why'n i join you..later on"..and Bouki agreed... so..later on ..uncle gee went up that hill yonder..and it was dark and none could see..not anyone could see..and he went in that cave and shouted "Is that you in there..is that you" and Tiger smiled and thought "MEAT" so in a small boys whisper he said "yes..its me..its me come in" and whistlin' a abd song uncle gee just tripped on in there...and tiger smiled..and tore and reneded and let all that bad blood of Uncle gee's out....

and nancy laughed and danced and laughed again for he had kept an eye on little bouki..and he went down and said to him.."that is a sure fine tricvk you played on uncle gee..can i have it" and Bouki said yes..and both sat laughing and sang.. "the winds a woman babe..the water too..the winds a woman babe..the water too...gonna be a fish babe..and swim in you..swim in you..gonna be a fish babee.an' swim inyou"..

Its a very short version of a story i read last night...I'll fix it up and put it back on...

sorry for any mistakes but i was improvising while i wrote it9which is how Anansi stories should be...outloud i would improvise the actions and voices too....its meant to be read out loud to music and clapping etc..

Anyway..got to go...i smell again..and the library have been lenient enough with me...so i thank them for their patience and grace(Again..)..and speak soon...

hope your studies going well..if these images and text come in handy..feel free..

be well

Ant

Zoom in....its not meant to offend....apart from mad zealots etc...and to be honest....who gives a fuck if they're offended..I don't blow children up on a daily basis for the fun of it!(Palestine and Israel)..

huyton Village and Liverpool City Libraries Forever Y'All...

Be Brilliant

Ant

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been too long...hopefully applying for course soon(need land-line

..I'm just so..poor(grin)..

Anyway..still working on diffrent stuff...Alternative History...various poetry

..stories etc...need to get back into studying though...there is much wrong with ..certain knowledges...some are over-esteemed while others seem to have been buried..and I'd like to know why?...because we ain't stupid are we...we know FACT..all knowledges are important...

not just the Official versions of canons etc...but also the News from elsewhere...from the subjugated....so..m'looking forward to the arguments and it better niot be"Well..I've got a gun..what I say goes" because if it is  then "I'm Anthony Dooley and I don't give a FUCK about your guns"...

just saying 

Anyway...hope all are well and your studies going well..and it would be great if i had my O.U FUCKING MENTOR AND FRIENDS BACK PLEASE....ALL OF THEM...

Be Well

Ant

Working on a version of 'The Illiad'(shurrup..m'not obsessed(grin)..its based on many versions of the Illiad I have ..Homer(and his wonderful sarcasm)...Pope...Logue..Armitage(though I have yet to have a copy of his I have read some of it though...he's also a favourite writer of mine..but he's not as immediate as Logue...)..i also want to try and break down some of Logue's intellectualism and make it more...earthy?...but I love his cinemascope eye...brilliant..so  these are some of the text and sketches..hopefully..one day..I will animate it..much like Tim Burton's work...or the puppetry that begins 'HellBoy2' by the great Guillermo del Toro

...have you ever looked at the sky in puddles and windows and stuff....its cool...

Art Y'all...and its not remotely threatening people or anything like that at all...and no way is it dominant..OK....

grin

I curl my fist into a lens..and look..SEE...

I..sinech..am aware of them..I am the Son of poetry..Son of reflection,

reflection,Song of meditation...meditation,Song of Lore.."

Peace Y'all

Ant

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By

Ant Dooley and Form...

Hope all are well....this is before I forget to do it...

The text is an old soldiers song with new words....

"For if I ever go to war again..

The Devil will be my Sargeant.."

http://youtu.be/YeFzeNAHEhU....

Tiannamen  Square Y'All...

Be Weel All

Ant Dooley....

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Image from 'Mametz Wood(The Darkland)' By Ant Dooley and Form..

It shows how four soldiers are trying to cross No-man'sland in the First World war...all are starving...half crazy from Fear..the other half from exhaustion...and they all begin to hallucinate...and sudden;y there is machione gun fire...one thinks he is standing on the faces of his dead friends...one has been shot...charlie waendel(who represents death is a ghost) and dai(name taken from 'In Parenthesis' by david jones(as are some of the idea's)..begins to see knights charging and cavalry...in his mind all times have merged(you saw the image yesterday..or one of the them.)

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And Ophelia sings….

“ oh the blackbird it is a pretty bird…he whistles and he sings…and his song rises in the morning..and makes all men feel like kings…

And my heart it is heavy for love I not will come true…and I hear that blackbird sing my love and I make believe its you…

But oh,,that blackbird it is a pretty bird…his song makes me smile so true…oh I wish that blackbird where you my love…then all my dreams will come true…”*1

All Text and Imagery by Ant Dooley and Form

Blues fall down like rain....

*1 the text is on this image...

Cos baby....I can't stand the rain..'gainst my skin babe...makes me think o' you...oh baby..i can't stand the rain....makes me feel so low and so blue...and all the while m' gettin' wet babe..all the while m' thinkin' o' you...

oh and babe...all night long i roll with my pillow an' make believe its you...oh say you come see 'bout me  babe..an' make this rain go away an' all my dreams come true..I can't stand  the rain...

gettin' like that y'all.....write it like yer mean it y'a;ll..pay no attention 'bout clearin' yo mind and shit...just write....fix it later..it can always be fixed later(grin)

Hope all are well and your studies goin' well...the songs/poems are for a folk opera I'm trying out based on hamlet...I'm still writing 'Alternative History of Huyton(Crazy like us)...and other stories....

Be Well All....

Ant Dooley

http://youtu.be/RfivzUF9dp4.....

TUNE!

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