Hope Is A Woman
Every so often readers ask me for a CD recording of my informal poetry reading on the 4th plinth in Trafalgar Square back in July 2009 as my contribution to Antony Gormley’s One and Other ‘live sculpture’ project. Sky Arts typically refused to oblige those of us who participated with a CD so I can only repeat the link for anyone interested. [The entire web stream - all 2400 hours of it - is now archived in the British Library.]
Be warned, though. The entire clip lasts an hour:
http://www.webarchive.org.uk/wayback/archive/20100223121732/oneandother.co.uk/participants/Roger_T [NB: Sept 19, 2019 - The British Library confirmed today that he 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
The vanity of human beings is such that we like to think we are in control of our lives and nature has to play second fiddle to our intentions as well as in our affections.
I wonder about that sometimes…
Some people look to God as the ultimate male ego. The Ancient Greeks cherished Elpis, Spirit of Hope. Me, I prefer to look to Earth Mother for an inner strength of a quality that can only be female; therein lies the key to our survival. On our terms, as Masters of the Universe? Don't bet on it.
HOPE IS A WOMAN
we bared all as we were born;
openly worn
defying threats of acid rain;
across a sky, the throat of a fox
at random in its box
for prime television
and warning it gave, now all but dead
but for its grief
among remains of a next generation
running scared in the face
To Earth Mother dare we fall
on our knees, if only to beg Her stay
this enemy's execution,
well past its use-by date
Copyright R N. Taber 2007
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