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The link below is to a poetry reading I gave on the 4th plinth in London's Trafalgar Square back in 2009. This was my contribution to sculptor Antony Gormley;s 'live sculpture' project, One and Other, during which 2400 people were invited to do their own thing for 1 hour; the project ran 24/7 for 100 days and the entire web stream (as viewed worldwide at the time) is now archived in the British Library,.
http://www.webarchive.org.uk/wayback/archive/20100223121732/oneandother.co.uk/participants/Roger_T [ [NB: Sept 19, 2019 -The British Library confirmed today that the video is no longer available as it was incompatible with a new IT system, However, it still exists and BL hope to reinstate it and make it available to the public again at some future date.] RNT
While this post first appeared on Valentine’s Day, I like to think that every day has the potential for romance...for everyone, regardless of age, colour, creed, sex, sexuality and, yes, even politics.
JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH or HOME, SWEET HOME
Love, it was, led me to the edge of a darkness;
love, it was, brought me back into the light
Love, it was, had me running around in circles;
love it was, let me pause, rest in its craters
Love, it was, let Apollo’s kisses scald my flesh;
love, it was sung me a lullaby to ease my pain
Love, it was, set its dogs on me, all muzzle-free
love, it was, found me peace in a rose garden
Love, it was, created a space on the fourth plinth
so all art’s demons might yet be acknowledged
Love, it is, lets roses grow where weeds untended
but for its sweeter voices tempering any anger
Love, it is, helps me to cry poems rather than tears;
love, it is, underwriting Man's faith in humanity
Love, it is, sees me to the edge of a world darkness;
love, it is, always sees me safely into its light
Love, it is, let me rage at the sky albeit a south wind
reminds me how we met, and what drove us apart
Love it was, once took your body and made it mine;
love it is, enters my sleep, and makes forever ours
Copyright R. N. Taber 2011
The link below is to a poetry reading I gave on the 4th plinth in London's Trafalgar Square back in 2009. This was my contribution to sculptor Antony Gormley;s 'live sculpture' project, One and Other, during which 2400 people were invited to do their own thing for 1 hour; the project ran 24/7 for 100 days and the entire web stream (as viewed worldwide at the time) is now archived in the British Library,.
http://www.webarchive.org.uk/wayback/archive/20100223121732/oneandother.co.uk/participants/Roger_T [ [NB: Sept 19, 2019 -The British Library confirmed today that the video is no longer available as it was incompatible with a new IT system, However, it still exists and BL hope to reinstate it and make it available to the public again at some future date.] RNT
While this post first appeared on Valentine’s Day, I like to think that every day has the potential for romance...for everyone, regardless of age, colour, creed, sex, sexuality and, yes, even politics.
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
Wishing you all love and peace always,
Roger
JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH or HOME, SWEET HOME
Love, it was, led me to the edge of a darkness;
love, it was, brought me back into the light
Love, it was, had me running around in circles;
love it was, let me pause, rest in its craters
Love, it was, let Apollo’s kisses scald my flesh;
love, it was sung me a lullaby to ease my pain
Love, it was, set its dogs on me, all muzzle-free
love, it was, found me peace in a rose garden
Love, it was, created a space on the fourth plinth
so all art’s demons might yet be acknowledged
Love, it is, lets roses grow where weeds untended
but for its sweeter voices tempering any anger
Love, it is, helps me to cry poems rather than tears;
love, it is, underwriting Man's faith in humanity
Love, it is, sees me to the edge of a world darkness;
love, it is, always sees me safely into its light
Love, it is, let me rage at the sky albeit a south wind
reminds me how we met, and what drove us apart
Love it was, once took your body and made it mine;
love it is, enters my sleep, and makes forever ours
Copyright R. N. Taber 2011
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