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Ant Dooley and Form

Hope all are well and your studies going well...

Well...i'm coming back to argue..sorry..sorry..I mean study..

Ant Dooley versus Formalism...Looking forward to speakin'

to all o' y'all again....

Be Brilliant

Ant Dooley

A prison cell,illuminated by a small square electric light..placed centre of the ceiling and yet its still dark..still stone-damp oppressive. The walls are colourless..once brown?once green? They are bare. There is no permanent bed. Against the bottom of the right wall a naked man is crouched,scarred arms wrapped round scarred legs..alternately mumbling and then suddenly half barked/half yelped words ,then,horribly...silence. Now begins the sound of mockery,jeering,threatening..sharp,pinching or deep,punching hard words. The man on the floor,grown deaf with madness now hears only himselves....the voices, apart from man in cell's are not seen..but heard and felt(he registers this by eye movement and body shifts)

Voice of the Man on floor:

"..ever...'n't.........did'nt .... DID'NT!.. di.not....F...ime waiting....Spen...aiting....no....no...WHY?....spent waiting...the dog killed the wall...........wolves fish through bricks to hunt the dust dogs..ft......di.....di.....not....the sky so black....stars so piercing...lostthewaycould'ntfind....frited....fry tenned..knew...they did..all those ....ears...they knew!

the man on the floor goes quiet.....

then other voices start..from left and right..muffled..shouted.screamed..once/twice,swift smacked objects against the walls....and other voices join..from outside the cell door..screws joining in..for fun...high crazy voices...mocking.giggling...jeering..different dialects..using sociolect of council estate and the sub-language of prisons...some voices fast-spoken(drug-animated)..others deep,resonant,echoing...with weight behind them..and one..maddening..infuriating..insane in its reasonableness...insistent.monotonous..this language particular to this prison(for one would hope that criminals are not so stupid as to use only one variant of a sub-language for all prisons or council estates)..

Voices..*

FREAK

GRASS

JACKKKK

QUEER

..ill you

....pe you

NONCE

CHOMO*

(these words used not for their accuracym more for the psychological harm it can inflict)

Die

HURT BADLY

KILL YOU

and then:

"Give up...you may as well..you are here are'nt you..all you have to do is give up..Give me you..its easy..give me you..Your mine anyway..."

..et you

KILL YOU

..er you die

...ie

omo

...eer

"Hear that...this'll be forever..I'll make sure of it..or it can stop. Do you want it to stop? You do want it to stop...don't you"

"..ert yer"

"KILL YOUUUU!!"

"..omo"

"STAB YOU"

"EAT YOU"

VOICE OF MAN ON FLOOR:

"YOU..Here...guessed I did...knew-you'd-be-here...knew it...s'easy,see...s'easy to be mad..a cut here..a powdered nostril there..an' the twitches an' flashes come sudden-like.....on't.. eak...you...do.....erve it......amen stori......(here he becomes slowly more coherent..voice thickening from the thisn,chemicalled voice he has been using)

VOICES

"..ut up frweak"

"...nce"

"..ill...o.."

"Di.."

Voice:

"See....just give me you....It is easy..I knew you'd do this..YOUR you...always the best..gentlest...most stubborn..poor!... You must be tired by now...whats it been..3...4.weeks?..Come on...come back...you'll only have to give me everything..you don't want it...its soo heavy a burden...its not worth it...They're not worth it...not worthy of you...Come on..come back....

"..ill you"

"HOMO"

"die"

Voice of man on floor becoming startlingly normal..reasonable..coherent..odd in its way as his incoherent speech:

"I had to come to you...don't you see? Don't you ever see? I had to come to you! Because your here! Always here! You..could..not..come..out..to..me! You locked youself up and I..HAD..TO..COME..TO..YOU..Do you see the difference?" 

VOICES(growing crazier,more frantic):

"KILL YOU"

"...ll them"

"..ek...ead"

Man in cell stands,his hands aginst the wall,body centred..no sign of his previous madness..head turned so his voice moves out toward the door:

"NO...YOU don't see? No...no....you do see and do not understand...YOU are afraid of YOU..I am the YOU you have hidden...lost...

I am here...I....never went away...I am come..Oh great one...Oh.OK...I give in..now what?..what great magic can you show me.?.is there anything else..?Show me..See I been dead..The pain of here is the same as the pain of there..Por...angry.hurt..again and again.YOU cannot speak to ME of pain...So...You would have more of the nothing you have not got? Are you sure?

Voice-

"Come back..you know you want to..You belong here..with us..How did you do it? from being sectioned to this?..How?"

Voice of man standing up in his cell now:

"it was said...a long time ago..that a man could.given the means and inspiration..that he could make someone else keep his mind and soul somewhere else..outside his body..its an old,old trick...and the thing about tricks is..they work..How did I do it? well..while i went travelling down the darkness I gave my soul to you to keep safe..You..behind your prison bars..safe..You had my mind all along and come the time to take it back..I took it back..can't keep what is'nt yours,ay! scarred arms ain't the half of it..and the weak prison medication..after takin' the shit you pass round and call drugs..?..E-zee!..so.wotchu doin' now..'cept playing yo callin' names games..king o' the bottom feeders...Ok..I accept..I am yopurs again..what now?"

Voice,sterner,nastier speaks loudly so other cells can here him:

"Mine..at last..KEEP SHOUTING"

by Ant Dooley and Form

artex

surfaces

sand on tarmacadam...

gravel scattered..sytains and smears and dogshite and glass and biscuit packets and holograms and lions and tygers and ants and hares oh my...

they call me

hare and fox handed

tree

herne

templar

seventh son

gemini

Unicorn

reynard

taliesin I

Dey far right protestant minded deputy dawgs

do be a long way from dey home y'all.....

Ludtown to manchester to liverpool....hear the voice of the lambeg drums from here y'all

Blue in blue

brown in brown

black in black

gerhard Richter

goya

Pollock

newman

rothko

mondrian

the avant garde

never gives up

peace y'all

Ant

Poet gone home y'all...back into the whirl and spin of the whirling whirlds....

Seamus Heaney...POET

TOLLUND MAN

Naked except for
The cap, noose and girdle,
I will stand a long time.
Bridegroom to the goddess,

She tightened her torc on him
And opened her fen,
Those dark juices working
Him to a saint's kept body,

Trove of the turfcutters'
Honeycombed workings.
Now his stained face
Reposes at Aarhus.


II


I could risk blasphemy,
Consecrate the cauldron bog
Our holy ground and pray
Him to make germinate

The scattered, ambushed
Flesh of labourers,
Stockinged corpses
Laid out in the farmyards,

Tell-tale skin and teeth
Flecking the sleepers
Of four young brothers, trailed
For miles along the lines.

III


Something of his sad freedom
As he rode the tumbril
Should come to me, driving,
Saying the names

Tollund, Grauballe, Nebelgard,

Watching the pointing hands
Of country people,
Not knowing their tongue.

Out here in Jutland
In the old man-killing parishes
I will feel lost,
Unhappy and at home.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-23895582

And i will pick up his last words

polish them as I polished his others

And i will place them into my word-hoard and use them again and again...for words

like souls

do not ever fall from use nor go away..

And i will make a pen from his bones

and from his ash make ink

and I will write his blessing

from scar to star 

and they will sing his name from one end of time to the other

and the creator will smile when he hears the spacewinds speak his name

For Mr. Seamus Heaney...POET

Some people just were'nt bred to say anything....ay Max!

My shadow...is on your wall

I am on your wall

banksy Who?

hope all your studies going well...

Anthony

Shona

not

Yoruban.

Shona sculpture....Huh...Picasso's style...yeah right!How beautiful is this sculpture...Picasso(when he realised... must have been in heaven)....The meaning of the word Zimbabwe....'House of Stone'

Shona are builders...

Yoruban sculpture-

Onile....showing the male AND the female ASPECTS of the Mother Goddess...so thats male andfemale aspects of the Mother Goddess....male and female(i actually can't stress that enough..I've got agreat big grin on my face saying it...I'm going to say it again...male and female aspects of The Mother Goddess Lle...

example of Onile...

The Yoruban is farmer...

male and female aspects of The  Mother Goddess...where does that remind you of?

Pops.....Mum's back!

Doncha just love Africa..

Anthony...because its the name I was given(you can call me Tony if you want too but my real name is Anthony Dooley....son of Rosemary Cullen and John Dooley..)

Love only Y'all

I see you..Scientists..number dreamers

equation warriors

God Searchers.

You,  all neon-new..all glow trancin' subsonics..bass profundo...

And here(Hear)..My loves..The WordSmiths..

Syllabled signs and word spinners

Pentameter dancers..hexameter fuguers..time binders..song jugglers all....all in storylands..you all vision flyers.....and in they come(who let them in?..I did!...genius,Crazy ones these).."Ladeez an' Gennelmen..Clowns go mad..here they are ..historians by the Vortex load..Visionaries..My loves..THE ARTISTS..nowhere to start,nowhere to finish or end..trancin' me all down vision streets..dancin' me down all the years..ARTISTS..Lamed Vavniks..Tzaddiks OF THE HIGHER WHIRLDS..bearers of good news all out o' nothin..nothin' but pure mind...Artist..meet Poet...Geometrician...meet Storyteller..Physicist..meet musician..

Well..what chu' waitin' for..Mingle..."

'Here at the centre o' the turnin' worlds..HERE...THE DANCE IS...Peace..Anthony.

Bye Y'all.... remember I'm best tho'....

I love you Ant...grin

What did Mr. Newman think he was doing..that holocaust(which also brings in The Shoah..scars take a long time too heal) cloud way back must have frightened the life out of everyone..and if you were Jewish or of an apocalyptic persuaion..it must have been terrifying(like the Christians were in the 10th Century)...

Mr.Newman's work owes much to Jewish mysticism especially the writings in the Zohar and the Midrash..legends and the power of numbers and words.

Painted in the same intense psychic style of Mondrian(Piet the Genius) with the cleverness and strange illusory world of the Cubists(Picasso and Braque) Newman's Abstract Expressionism is more intense and more focused(very focused..almost autistic..or was he hiding from a reality he was frightened of..the American's doubting the decency of their own inventions and certyainly in fear of them..as they are now..America is scared of itself(little bit of politics there).

Anyway 'Adam'...it is said that the female aspect of Gabriel was commanded by God to collect all the colours in the land....not meant to to denote the various colours of human beings...'..and the Spirit of God moved over the waters'...God created man out of the dust from the four corners of the Earth(' at the earths round imagined corners,trumpets blow'John Donne)..

The canvas is large..very large..massive in fact..it resembles the Frescoes of renaissance Europe in this way..it also calls to mind Grafitti art and billboards .in your face Art..A Spectacle..why its in a mausoleum that looks like something built by Nazis to kill Jews is beyond me(i really think the Tate Gallery looks like Dachau or Aushwitz..its a cold,cold place..but it does house some of the great art of the world..ever! Its got malevich's little but bigger than the world 'Dynamic Suprematism' in it..but an awful lot of Art that really should be elsewhere where people can see it..and pay more attention to it. Tate Gallery..a fucking cattleshed.

Painted in the colours of the earth..Newman appears to have created his own Golem..not out of desire but fear(are they the same thing?)..the 3 vertical stripes while being obviously phallic are also resonances..sound..vibrations..within the Jewish tradition the sound of the Shofar uses certain notes to express certain states of being..terror,mourning,wailing..they are:

Teviah-an unbroken long sound..this is the sound of creation..it reaches from the past to the the future bringing with it all the hopes and fears of millions upon millions of people..its effect is cumulative(thanks again Old friend)..

 Shevarim-3 unbroken notes(said to resemble sobbing)..'Adam' has three unbroken vertical lines..Adam born into a world that can only bring sorrow? These two examples of sound are not only heard but felt..soundwaves acting on the body haptically. 'The source of any sound is a vibrating object..Almost any object can vibrate'* Newmans work vibrates alright..sending out its birthpangs throughout the whole Tate..painted with so much intent it can hardly be contained (and to be honest I could hear it before I ever got to the Tate.)'...Standing waves are produced and the souce vibrates at its natural resonant frequencies'. The painting is singing..three notes  in unison becoming one long sustained note...a hum...the three lines resonating together causing a harmony...

I found out that a SHEM..is a mathematical equation not just letters on a piece of paper..maybe here we can connect Newman's 'Adam' to Einstein E=Mc squared-matter can be turned into energy and energy into matter..Newman's geometrical precisions borrowed from Mondrian and the Cubists...so Newman has painted a picture that to all intents and purposes is alive and working..it functions(even if I command thee to jump to the bottom of the sea and into fire*1)..it vibrates and sends out resonances...Within Jewish culture(specifically Hassidic) there is a contemplative mode called Tevunah..where the subject/object separation is said to disappear...this is what Abstract Expressionism wished from its viewers..this is its aesthetic.. this is what is wished by the author of this painting..this is what is desired by all tjhe religions of the world that they would know God. Newman created a Golem..using holy breath(Chayot..Hebel..)..the breath of his desire and fear..its this that makes the sound..(by the namina of the four..Aysch..Mayim..Ruach and Aphar..)..

The painting has no Eruv(border)..it is not framed and therefore is not contained..by the use of contemplation(tevunah) it expands with good intent for the highest possible good of everything is to make possible a better thing..The work has no frame therefore the gallery itself is its frame.but in the mind of the viewer,as I said,it expands..as love expands..with good intent..a desire fulfilled without economics(newman's Anarcho-leanings certainly fulfill this requirement)

Nietzche said..You have to destroy a world to make a world...Adam expands overwhelming the cities and towns,the oceans and land..it overwhelms this world to create another..a better world..this is the reason it was created..It has cultural embeddness through Newman's use of Jewish mysticism..it has expressive validity..over and over again..he painted it..over and over again..the work has a depth that cannot be fathomed..Like God..and Experiential depth..Newman was Jewish..the work was painted not long after the Shoah..the horror still fresh in his mind..coupled to that the new fear of Nuclear war as shown by the destruction of Japan by the nastiest weapon invented thus far..The End of all Things..The stripes represent words also as is said 'Do not read 'Charut' which means engraved,instead read 'Cheirut' 'Freedom'!

This painting takes in so much that it is almost impossible to put it in words..a wonderful achievement for Mr.Newman... the work is about presence..immanence..it is the multi-accentuality of the ideological sign.which always comes to the fore during moments of crisis(jewish law-all moments are holy)..Barnett Newman..a situationist..capitalism became the new Religion..one of money and  war..Newman's work creates a Spectacle which in turn creates a space that capitalism cannot enter..a space for the soul to breath in..it is bigger than the universe...the new war is the war of Space..Lefebvre said 'we hold onto Space like a fist around sand'(wow,I managed to crowbar some Sociology in..hugs to all the psychologists and sociologists out there) Newman's Art works..it is alive..

This can be equally said about Adams Apposite 'Eve'-Woman was created to be mans partner..his equal..so what goes for 'Adam' goes for 'Eve'....the colours of Eve..that vivid Red darker around the edges,lightening towards the centre..recalls so much through sign and symbol it is almost impossible to name them here..suffice to say Eve is the great mot..her..without whom..nothing.

I also think the man(men?0 who killed the Drummer are schizophrenic...mentally ill as oppose to real urban terrorists...from some of the things the man said before the judge cut his video link in the courtroom(so are people not allowed to speak freely?) he sounds mentally il and is confused(people who only study certain parts of religious books and not others...all religion is bunk)...

just saying.

hope all are well

Ant

Raven remembers..

animum nunc huc celerum nunc dividit illuc..'(virgil,'the aenid')

.... sky-minded am i..wet-winged sky-king remembering other rains...other times../..see images from the gone-away.. phantoms do flicker(..now thinner,now thicker..)--images flit all in the air..drawn from the outermost(..i hear their voice's yet..)/..i mind me the time i flew over yr eigion*,over the silent place's of the leviathan-lands**..strong the mast that bore the raven sail..then i was at maldon*(..i knew that hawk**)/..time gyres on hawk'd wings***i was with owein rialobran¥.. ..morrigan-grim we were..dire the strife..axe to throat we fought..the saxon fell to silence as we fell to feeding(we made ghosts..)/..i know the secret of odin's eye¥¥*..i am thought..memory..i fly the secret space's of my lord onieros--i know god*6..i remember right well..me all rain..me..all raven../

*the sea.

** the whale.

*** read 'the battle of maldon'(british).

¥ raven king.(welsh).

¥¥* norse myth. odin exchanged an eye for the gift of foresight(I bet he said "well...that'll teach me a lesson..never poke yourself in the eye with a spear.....a bit like that apocryphal story of Isaac Newton sticking the pen in his eye..and weirdly enough..I believe he did it too!.he was that kind of a person..y'know..a cat-lover..like Sheldon out of 'Big Bang Theory')

*6..Raven is the first bird named in the bible..God sends him out to find land.