Mind-Body-Spirit, Mentor to the Arts

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

[ Update: Oct 4th 2017]: We fail to do the arts justice if we persist in seeing each genre as a separate entity. Yes, they are, but they also overlap. A poet, for example, writes with a musician’s ear for rhythm and an artists’ eye for imagery as well as, not infrequently, an actor’s feel for role-playing and a comedian’s penchant for wry humour.

Readers should not be surprised, therefore, that I also write fiction:

https://rogertaberfiction.blogspot.com/2016/05/news-updates-fiction.html

Now, this poem is a kenning; it last appeared on the blog in 2010 and was included in Forward Press Regionals 2010: South and S.W. of England; it  does not appear in any of my collections. and I am unlikely to produce a hoped-for 8th volume owing to various health concerns. (No worries there folks, am still looking on the bright side of life!)

MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, MENTOR TO THE ARTS

I haunt live theatre,

prefer to leave as soon as the show is over,

curtain barely down,

rather than play the showman for critics

anxious to praise or bury me

as the case maybe in this glossy mag

or that local rag, anything

to be seen earning a living, even

by feeding a gossip column

I haunt live farce

and, no, I’m not that feisty voice on radio

spilling the beans…

about this politician’s gaff or some cleric

caught out in an act of hypocrisy

sure to rock the hierarchy on its haunches,

its spin doctors in a flap for sure,

doing rounds of the rich calling in favours

on grounds it’s for the poor

I haunt music venues,

willing every tenor, alto, bass, and dancer

to make good its integrity

rather than play lapdog to the impresario

who set it all up;

you’ll find me between the notes of a song,

stanzas of a poem, dialogue in a play,

lines of sculpture in marble, bronze or clay,

ground of any painting on display

I am Inspiration, inciting mind-body-spirit

to make an art form of creative therapy

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010