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Friday, 3 July 2020

Safe Landings

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Few of us are fortunate enough to have an easy time of it between the cradle and the grave, least of all lovers who find themselves at odds with family, friends, culture, religion...whatever. 

Many of us have nightmares, often fuelled by doubts and misgivings fed us on a daily basis by those who think they know what’s best for us, and really haven’t a clue. Moreover, in my experience, the severest critics of other people’s relationships have failed miserably in their own despite pretending otherwise…invariably more successfully to themselves and each other than to anyone else.

Oh, but the bliss of snuggling up to someone and feeling safe and loved. It's no different for same sex lovers, of course, and don't ever let anyone tell you differently.

SAFE LANDINGS

I hear sounds like a child crying
in my dreams, then screams;
my eyes flying open, straining
to hear, wind and rain engaging
with my fear

A noise like someone weeping
prevents me sleeping;
lips parting, framing questions,
quickening breaths shooting down
suspect answers

My nightmare would last longer
but our life-force the stronger;
beside me, your body stirs if briefly,
yet long enough, arms reaching out
to save me

We snuggle up, at peace for a joy
no loveless ghosts can destroy
(do their worst though they may)
for love will always side with its own,
straight or gay

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; rev. 2020

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title 'Safe and Sound' in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]

Monday, 14 February 2011

Journey to the Centre of the Earth OR Home, Sweet Home

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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. 



“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


Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Time for a Reality Check?

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Coming out to family and friends can be a traumatic experience even these days, worse when they don’t take the news too well. Give them time to get used to the idea, yeah? It can come as a shock to those who haven’t already guessed. Moreover, many people feel genuinely hurt that we haven’t confided in them sooner. Hurt can easily express itself in anger, an anger that many gay people are inclined to interpret as rejection. Sometimes, yes, they reject us for our sexuality and we have to try and win them round. In the early days, though, it may well be that they are angry with themselves for our not feeling we could trust them.

‘Win them over?’ I hear some of you protest. Well, yes. People who don’t grow up in a gay-friendly environment will often need time to put everything (usually bad) they have been told about gay men and women to one side and, hopefully, put love and friendship first. This may well put them at odds with their own family, friends, religion...whatever. So give them time to get their heads around it all, yeah?

Bear in mind it could just as easily be you wearing blinkers, yeah?

Many people are ok about homosexuality and same sex relationships these days, at least here in the West... but by no means everyone. As for gay people living in the southern hemisphere, their families and friends may well have been brainwashed by bigoted religious leaders or socio-cultural traditions...whatever, to think the worst of us. Love and friendship may well overcome prejudices that run deep...but not always. It is hardly surprising that so many gay people in Africa, India, the Middle East, China etc. remain closet all their lives. It is a tragedy that cannot be overstated.

The fact that many gay people and those who seek to be reconciled with transgender needs are denied the opportunity to live openly with their sexual identity has to be one of the modern world’s greater tragedies. So much for a progressive 21st century! We can but hope humanity will quicken its step and see to it that there is real progress world-wide in due course.

TIME FOR A REALITY CHECK?

I shed tears on my pillow most nights,
despairing of a homespun mentality
closing its eyes to how Human Rights
might extend to a person’s sexuality

A time came when I had to speak out,
tell the world not only that I am gay
but would not, for that, be put to rout
by cruel words ever chasing easy prey

See how cruelty borrows a human face
the easier to feed on an inhumanity
that respects neither person nor place
while binding its acolytes to apostasy

I felt so alone, nothing but dead ends
whatever conventional path I took,
no support from my family or friends,
life reading like a badly written book

I even took God (very) soundly to task
for providing no answers I sought;
then a voice in my head suggested I ask
what family and friends really thought

We hadn’t really talked anything through,
(I saw everyone as a potential enemy);
it now became obvious what I should do,
whatever people might think about me

Truth is stranger than fiction, people say,
and I had woven fictions around me;
True, some folks will despise anyone gay,
but blinkers off, the more clearly we see

Life rarely (if ever) resembles a fairy tale
or bedtime story (precursor to sleep)
but better drink from than fall into a well,
wake to promises fantasy can never keep

Copyright R N Taber 2010 (Rev. 2018)

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title 'Caught Out Wearing Blinkers' in On the Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]