Thursday, 15 March 2012
The Defiant Ones
Some readers may like to sip into my general blog today, where I have just posted the dedication poem to Oscar Wilde from my new poetry collection Tracking the Torchbearer.
I have also included the video from my YouTube channel.
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You may be interested to know that I am now taking orders for my new collection Tracking the Torchbearer from readers that would like a signed, personally inscribed copy. The book includes some 100+ poems in seven sections, including a gay section; some gay-interest poems are also found in other sections where appropriate.
Tracking the Torchbearer should be listed on amazon.co.uk shortly (title or author search, R. N. Taber) and will be generally available from March 26th retailing at £9.99; free shipping in the UK and a discount on (retail price + shipping) for overseas readers when ordered directly from me.
As regular readers will know, I publish my collections under my own imprint because poetry publishers are not happy with poems on a gay theme appearing alongside poems on other themes. Yet, poetry does not discriminate so why should we? Besides, I feel it would be hypocritical for a gay man to publish a collection of poems and ignore his sexual identity.
As far as I am concerned, a poem is a poem is a poem and no theme is taboo. Sales will pay for a final collection I am already working on for publication in 2015 when I will be 70; they will also pay for 2nd eds. of earlier titles that will include revisions of some poems, but will not be available until after 2015.
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Today’s poem has not appeared on the blog since 2010 and I am posting it again today especially for ‘Enrique and Salvo’ who have been in touch to say they recently came out as partners to friends and family and ‘despite a few problems to start with, everything has settled down and we are very happy.’
That is wonderful to hear, folks!
THE DEFIANT ONES
When I enter you and we are joined as one,
a fine spirituality embraces us,
centres us in a womb-tomb of earth, fire
and water, where we become as nature
intended, taking us into the vast eternal NOW
we feared until our sexuality confirmed
No longer afraid but glimpsing those ends
where new beginnings are made
to answer the ghosts of childhood with wisdom,
where ignorance would prey on lovers
expected to lie down and die for each other
just as we lie here, you and I, chancing
a power of love far greater than the dictates
of religions, promises of politicians,
rhetoric of personal ambitions citing the prose
and poetry of a common humanity taken
from a well-thumbed page in its history, praising
colour, creed, sexuality, gender and age,
coffin makers (the world over) anxious to spread
the word that you and I would die for each other
than surrender to a lesser power whose lessons
in glory but give the lie to our love story
If our bed be a coffin, better to die here and now
than with a lie on these twin lips we’ll kiss,
this flesh we’ll devour, its blood turned to wine,
our bodies as one…
willing the world move on
and leave us alone
[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber 2010]