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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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Title?

Is 'poetry' the title? 

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hey Philip..poetry is not the title but poetry is what it is...much as the image of a man drawn in the sand is not a man but the sensation of a man...Modern Poetry...gotta love it...smile

 

free-form...improvisation...memory...now..where have we heard that before..oh..I know..

 

So I asked the griot during the opera

"who are my family...

 

and he began to list the names.....Son of ...who was the father of...who was the child of..."

 

Africa Y'all....Old as time...

 

the word'Opera' is from Africa...it means(I think)...'festival'..from Africa to Ancient Greece to Ancient Rome to Europe..

Modern Opera(I mean from ..what...the 11th century on..lost its roots and became highly formalised as to have almost no meaning to its origins....Opera..european....its not really a fact..more...a mythological truth..and we is modern see...facts only Y'all

 

 

peace Philip..

Anthony

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