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
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
Vaughn Williams Y'all
'A Sea Symphony'
Anthony
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.
Comments
Title?
Is 'poetry' the title?New comment
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...
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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