Sunday, 29 July 2012

Dusty

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I loved listening to Dusty Springfield from her time as a relatively demure looking young woman with The Springfields to her days at the top of her professional tree, by which time she has acquired all the sophistication and charisma of a pop icon.

Who cares that Dusty was a lesbian?  Has a person’s sexuality anything to do with his or her ability to perform in any genre or our appreciation of it and them?  All I can say is it is a very narrow-minded, bigoted person that answers ‘yes’ to that question. 

My being a Dusty fan has nothing to do with the gay ethic and everything to do with her talent and my eternal gratitude to her for having shared it with millions of us fans around the world..

Dusty is greatly missed by many while her distinctive voice will surely continue to enchant and lift our spirits to dizzy heights for many years to come.


Photo: Dusty Springfield 

DUSTY

Among the greats of pop history,
songbird flying high,
a much-loved legend called Dusty

Eyes like a picture postcard sea
voice like an angel’s cry,
among the greats of pop history

Drawn to Soul’s darker mystery
(tears in a wistful sky...)
a much-loved legend called Dusty

Find gay and charismatic artistry
chancing passion’s die
among the greats of pop history

Where passion’s fruits fall but softly
as dreams pass by,
a much-loved legend called Dusty

In a wintry mist we call immortality,
rediscover summer’s fire;
among the greats of pop history,
a legend called Dusty

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012







Friday, 27 July 2012

Shirley

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A number of readers have asked me to post a poem about the London 2012 Olympics. As the opening ceremony approaches, I have written a villanelle and will post it within the next few days and, yes, then I will resume my summer break.

Meanwhile...

I have been a Shirley Bassey fan since I was a very young man. (I will be 67 later this year.)

One of my favourite numbers is probably a lesser known song called I Reach for the Stars. Check it out on You Tube, folks.  It is a beautiful song and, as always, she does it more than justice.

It was a great thrill to see how electrifying this amazing woman continues to be at the recent Jubilee concert that was part of her Majesty the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations.

No poem can do justice to Dame Shirley Bassey’s amazing talent, but I hope this villanelle will go some way towards expressing express my personal admiration and gratitude for years of brilliant entertainment.

Photo: Dame Shirley Bassey (taken from the Internet)


SHIRLEY

Feisty tigress from The Bay,
inimitable mistress of popular song,
stealing our hearts away

Burning passion holding sway,
heartfelt feeling for right and wrong;
feisty tigress from The Bay

Gesturing for love to have its say
where tears for its fears, too, belong,
stealing our hearts away

Bringing life to shades of grey,
to wintry spirits the delights of spring,
feisty tigress from The Bay

A voice, lifting the darkest day
like a sunburst where clouds still cling,
stealing our hearts away

Go the stars, the Bassey way,
a rare privilege just to be tagging along;
feisty tigress from The Bay,
stealing our hears away

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012

[Note: 'The Bay' refers to the Tiger Bay area of Cardiff, South Wales, where Shirley Bassey was born.]

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Kylie

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Hello everyone!

I can’t keep away at the moment although I am busy with other things. I have nasty infections in both ears so cannot wear my hearing aids. It is very stressful and there is no point in my seeing as much of friends as I usually do because I can barely hear what is being said!

It can get lonely when you live on your own as I do. When I write up the blogs, I feel less isolated and in contact with a whole range of people across the world. It is a GOOD feeling.

Meanwhile...

In the past, I have posted poems inspired by my favourite singers such as Doris Day and the late, great, Ella Firzgerald. Several readers have asked if I have any more poems like this so I am posting one today. (I will post another tomorrow, too, for the incredible Shirley Bassey.) I am also working on a villanelle for the late, great, Dusty Springfield.

At nearly 67 years-old, I am probably one of Kylie Minogue’s oldest fans. I only hope that if she ever gets to read it, she will enjoy this villanelle written especially with her in mind. (It is especially nerve-wracking trying to write a poem for a special person or event as I just never know how it will be received, but I guess that goes for any poem...)


Photo: Kylie Minogue (taken from Internet)

KYLIE

Sunshine bursting free
of wintry skies,
a woman called Kylie

Lark on a dawn spree,
spreading happiness,
sunshine bursting free

Modest in her bravery
sharing her fears,
a woman called Kylie

Awe-inspiring artistry
come to entertain us,
sunshine bursting free

A haunting personality
deserving applause,
a woman called Kylie

To life’s darker tapestry,
bringing fair reprise;
sunshine bursting free,
a woman called Kylie

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Sun Worshippers

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I am taking a break from writing up the blogs until the autumn but hope you will stay in touch and enjoy browsing the archives from time to time.  In the meantime, I love to hear from readers and anyone is always welcome to exchange emails with me at rogertab@aol.com

I will continue with the current serial on my fiction blog until it ends in a couple of weeks; a new serialised novel will start in the autumn:


Oh, and many thanks to a reader in Canada who has been in touch to say she is enjoying  Predisposed To Murder currently being serialised on the fiction blog. [It is irritating that the font keeps changing and I have asked Google for the reason, but have heard nothing back and they have done nothing about it.]

Now, positive feedback is always welcome although I have to say that any constructive feedback is very helpful whether in praise of something I have written or otherwise.

So...

Many thanks also to readers who have been in touch to say they enjoy the videos on my You Tube. Everyone has understandably commented on how the inevitable background noise that comes with filming outdoors obscures my reading of a poem. Sorry about that, folks, but I only have a cheap camcorder. My close friend (and cameraman) Graham and I thought filming ‘on location’ would be more interesting for viewers than just having me read a poem sitting indoors or in the garden.  Since our early efforts, I have acquired a digital Dictaphone and am mow able to record over videos.  I won’t disappear from the camera altogether, but this is likely to be the way of things in future.  In the meantime, we are not trying to impress the BBC (or anyone else) so we hope you will enjoy our efforts without taking us too seriously:


Readers keep asking for a CD recording of my informal poetry reading on the 4th plinth in London’s Trafalgar square back in 2009 that includes poems on a gay theme among others. Unfortunately, Sky Arts would not play ball on that one so I’m afraid you will just have to make a note of the link:


Some readers have also asked whether or not I have a Facebook account. Sorry, no. I have too many reservations about Facebook. I have tried to unsubscribe altogether, but having failed have to be content with not having logged in to my account for over a year in the hope it might just disappear. However, I do subscribe to Twitter although mostly to link with my blogs although anyone wanting to contact me should use my e-mail address. You might enjoy some of my Tweets on Life (A pdf file of these is available for free if anyone cares to email me for one):


Meanwhile...

Today’s poem is especially for ‘Candace and Petra’ who spotted the poem in my collection and have asked for it on the blog because ‘...we are in out 60s now and remain avid sun worshippers as we have been all our lives.’ Well, if you live in the UK, folks, there’s not much chance of that this summer which has to be one of the world on record!  Oh, well, for now it’s thanks for the memory...

SUN WORSHIPPERS

Lying on the sand
letting the sea lick our feet,
listening to waves
like the heartbeat of a god
crashing against
the temple of its Being,
sending adrenalin
flowing through the veins
of acolytes thinking
to serve a Higher Power
than priests playing
games of their own - with
other people’s lives,
thoughts, ideas, let alone
the faith that inspires
man, woman, child, across
land, sea, air, to bring
their joys, sorrows, hopes
for a better life…
to the altar of self-sacrifice,
arms and legs spread,
heads bowed, eyes closed,
listening for that still,
small voice, priestly ritual
superimposed
to encourage a sense of being
at one with Creation

One nation beneath a heaven
that can only watch
helplessly as we lie on sand,
letting waves tickle toes
and (who knows?) learning
to understand…

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2012

[Note: This poem has been slightly revised from the version that appeared on the blog in 2009 and in 1st eds. of A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]


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Back on October 1st

Wishing you all peace and love,

Roger

Friday, 13 July 2012

The Zen of Summer Roses

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I recently rediscovered today’s poem that I wrote while writing my novel Like There’s No Tomorrow that I started some years ago and only completed fairy recently; it is about a woman desperate to know what happened to her missing daughter.

The novel was never published, but I serialised it on my fiction blog and was delighted that several readers kindly took the trouble to get in touch with very positive comments. I hope to upload the novel as an e-book at a later date.  In the meantime, anyone can read it at: http://rogertaberfiction.blogspot.com


[Note: The cover shows the ruins of the West Pier in Brighton, UK where the story is mostly set. Regular readers will recall that I have written a number of poems about Brighton (and read some on YouTube) to which I have been a regular visitor for nearly 60 years.]

Oh, but it is so true what they say, that sometimes knowing the truth, however harsh it might be,especially when it relates to loved ones who have gone missing and left no trace, has to be better than never knowing it at all.



This poem is a kenning.

THE ZEN OF SUMMER ROSES

I bring truth
where imagination would feed
on fear and speculation,
engage with those seeking comfort
and reassurance
in far darker places than even
Orpheus searching
for his lost love in the bowels
of the Earth

I combat the terrors
of sleepless nights spent tossing
and turning
in early hours with no respect
for human dignity
or a desperation feeding
on such crumbs of hope
as left out for birds in winter
at its worst

I bring a semblance
of peace to mind, body and spirit,
where shadows
gather like key conspirators
with intent to kill,
yet kept at bay by a natural
instinct for survival,
struggle though it may against
hellish odds

As thorns to a summer rose, I endure,
who am called Closure


Copyright R. N. Taber 2012


Saturday, 7 July 2012

Remains Of The Day

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Today is the 7th anniversary of the London terrorist bombings in July 2005. My close friend (and cameraman) Graham and I were asked some time ago if we would film the 7/7 memorial in Hyde Park especially for a friend of someone who died in the terrorist attacks in London on July 7th 2005. He lives and works abroad and has been unable to visit the memorial. He has also read the poems and asked me to read them.  Yesterday, I uploaded our efforts to You Tube. Hopefully, no one will find either poems or video intrusive:


Now, feedback suggests that some of you cannot access You Tube for one reason or another so I am repeating poems and video here today.

Yes, anniversaries have an important place in the public consciousness. Yet, for anyone caught up in the events of that awful day and/or directly affected by its terrible consequences, every day that passes is a day of remembrance. Our thoughts should be with them as well the fifty-two people for whom this memorial was created.

REMAINS OF THE DAY

Memory, smoke and screams
that left fifty-two fine people dead,
forever haunting our dreams

Innocence ripped at the seams,
where terrorism rears its ugly head;
Memory, smoke and screams

Despair takes all or so its seems
where hope on its heels often misled,
forever haunting our dreams

Where light but faintly gleams
that tracks the everyday hero’s tread;
Memory, smoke and screams

See inhumanity’s dark schemes
leave its enemies free if badly scarred,
forever haunting our dreams

Faith’s dark side, no love redeems,
its Heaven, even to its martyrs barred;
Memory, smoke and screams,
forever haunting our dreams

Copyright R. N. Taber 2011


YEARS ON

Let us all remember, years on,
loved ones who passed away
one July 7th in London

Injured, bereaved, battles won
so terror shall not hold sway;
let us all remember, years on

A mother, father, daughter, son…
deaths, in our lives, parts to play
one July 7th in London

On fanatics, a martyr’s light shone
though humanity too has a say;
let us all remember, years on

Where hate and despair raging on,
find hope in the cold light of day,
one July 7th in London

Love, if sorely tried and put upon,
will always find its way;
Let us all remember, years on,
one July 7th in London

[From: Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007.]





Friday, 6 July 2012

Saluting Bomber Command

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On June 28th, almost 70 years after the end of the war, Her Majesty the Queen unveiled a memorial in London’s Green Park to remember those men from the UK and all over the Commonwealth who served with Bomber Command during World War 2; it is in bronze by sculptor Philip Jackson.

Thousands of brave young men died to bring all of us peace in our time, and it is only fitting they should have their own memorial here at last.  They helped bring Hitler’s Third Reich to its knees and, yes, cities like London, Berlin, Coventry and Dresden suffered terribly, but such is the awful tragedy (and reciprocity) of war.


This poem is a villanelle that I wrote to mark the occasion and will include in a final collection - Diary of a Time Traveller - scheduled for publication in 2015 (when I will be 70).

SALUTING BOMBER COMMAND

Where Bomber Command once flying
the gamut of heavens and hell;
so many young men, so few returning

Among birds of prey, resolutely diving
a ghastly, deadly, smoky swell
where Bomber Command once flying

For many, no glorious homecoming
nor a single passing bell;
so many young men, so few returning

No glory, only necessity in the bombing
and a faith that peace will prevail
where Bomber Command once flying

Haunting the brave veterans surviving,
a face for every bomb that fell;
so many young men, so few returning

Our thanks, far too long in the waiting,
its last crew, a fitting memorial;
where Bomber Command once flying,
so many young men, so few returning

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012


A Lancaster bomber dropped 82,000 poppies over London to remember those who died. 

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Catch Me If You Can

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Readers keep asking about my fiction blog and when any unpublished novels there are likely to appear in print. Well, I am through with being let down by literary agents and most publishers show no interest in a writer unless he or she has one so they are unlikely to appear in book form. However, I plan to upload them to amazon as e-books at a later date and will let you all know when I do so. In the meantime, you may care to take a peek at one or two of the gay-interest and crime novels I have serialised so far:


Meanwhile...

I am delighted that the blog has recently acquired some readers in Australia. Here’s a BIG welcome to you all. I lived there for a short time many years ago and always intended to return, but life had other ideas. Sadly, even the least expensive travel insurance for someone with underlying health problems (in my case, high blood pressure and prostate cancer) is exorbitant so I will probably never make it now. Oh, but it’s a great country, and my personal experience of the people there is a very positive one. 

Meanwhile...

Today’s poem is a kenning that last appeared on the blog in 2010 so methinks it deserves an airing. Reader ‘Glen’ shares that view and I am delighted to wish him a very Happy (70th) Birthday today! (I am not far behind you, Glen...oo-errr!!)

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

Poets have strived to catch me;
But how to capture a lark’s song
bursting on the ear with mere
simile, metaphor, rhyme…
or convey a rousing waltz in time
to the rhythm of a spring breeze
playing for the coming again
of all things bright and beautiful,
all creatures, great and small?

Painters have strived to catch me;
But how to capture the blue of a sky
on a summer’s day, or its hues
of red and gold at the sun’s setting
on a glorious reawakening
to the beauty of life, for all its ups
and downs, treasures lost and found,
hopes dashed, sure to be recovered
if only we look long and hard?

Musicians claim to have caught me
in an embrace of song whose beauty
must surely equal the sweet lay
of a nightingale at the closing of a day
seen all that’s best in Man and Beast,
the worst forgotten, let fade away
like blood stains in a weeping sky
spelling out the names of those
among us sure to die

Dearer by far than all we own
is love’s setting, not its stone

[From: A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]



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Monday, 2 July 2012

Fairy Tales Are An Endangered Species

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Many thanks to those readers who have been in touch to say they are enjoying some of the storylines serialised on my fiction blog. I hope to upload them as e-books later this year or early next:


I have even had positive feedback from several straight readers who are enjoying the gay storylines. Wow, that’s nice!

Meanwhile...

Whatever happened to the fairy tale?  On the one hand, an endangered species, while on the other hand...

Could it be that the metaphor of fairy tale has finally shrugged off its magic cloak for an even darker reality? Oh, for a return to the world of fairy tale and happy-ever-after endings...! [Whatever happened to those?}

FAIRY TALES ARE AN ENDANGERED SPECIES

Forests, a kaleidoscope
of colour, patterns ever changing
even as we look, like pages
in a child’s book bringing fairytales
to life for us

Six swans, six brothers,
winging spring skies, seeking an end
to enchantment but must wait
until their sister, like us, finds a way
to make the change

Knights in armour, wielding
swords that spark a summer sunshine;
rose petals dripping the blood
of rivals challenged and taken to task
for the sake of winning

Snow White in a glass coffin,
no hope of resurrection, the wicked
witch has won? Our turn to woo
the mirror now, autumn skies exposing
a festering of wounds

Dragons, breathing fire
that would kill off the trees to please
property developers who
have no time for fairy tales - or
the likes of us

Latter-day knights, wielding
words that spark a wintry sunshine,
robins dripping the blood
of rivals arguing over the last prize left
to us (a glacier coffin?)

Copyright R. N. Taber  2007; 2001

[Note: This poem has been slightly revised/updated from the original as it appears in 1st eds. of  Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007; 2nd (revised) e-ed. in preparation.]


Please Note: All my poetry collections are in print, but only on sale in the UK. Readers - including overseas readers - can obtain (signed) copies direct from me at a generous blogger discount. 

Contact: rogertab@aol.com with 'Poetry collection' or 'Blog reader' in the subject field.


Sunday, 1 July 2012

A Seaside Calendar

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I spent another lovely day in Brighton, Sussex (UK) recently. I love it there and always enjoy time spent by the sea.

I have read poems ‘on location’ in Brighton for You Tube that some of you might enjoy although don’t expect the quality of the videos to be up to BBC standards; just follow the link and click on ‘videos’ to browse and view any that might interest you. (I read different poems on each Brighton video):


Meanwhile, as a song goes with which UK readers especially will be familiar, Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside...

A SEASIDE CALENDAR 

Laughter, freed on summer-scented air
bursts on jaunty wing;
glad eyes shine the dipping gull,
excite twin waves – returns
excelling. Sun on sand.
Oh world, on hand
to greet me

Joy but hushed, the autumn year
devours the sky;
sad eyes shape the dipping gull,
endure each wave – returns
excelling. Sun on sand.
Oh world, on hand
to greet me

Hopes reviewed, wintry ways
break their silence;
bright eyes applaud a solitary bird,
brave each wave – returns
excelling. Sun on sand.
Oh world,on hand
to greet me

Comings, goings, to’ings, fro’ings
in playful flight!
Wide eyes consume a mating pair,
glide twin waves – returns
excelling. Sun on sand.
Oh world, on hand
to greet me

Copyright R. N. Taber 2001; 2012

[Note: This poems has been slightly revised from an earlier version that appears in 1st eds. of  Love And Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]