Echoes of a Season Past
ROGER TABER - POETRY READING
21 March 2017 – Part 2
From Roger’s friend, Graham
Greetings from autumnal Essex, UK,
I’m sharing the second part of Roger’s poetry reading. Again,
I’ve embellished the recording with imagery (including the occasional cheeky pun).
I’m grateful to the photographers who’ve shared their work (public domain
license) on the Pixabay, Pexels and Unsplash websites. Wikimedia has also
proven really helpful.
Here’s the link: https://youtu.be/hs3aTILOdtU. Or
find it by searching ‘roger taber poetry’ in YouTube if you prefer.
I was reflecting on my previous comments about performance
poetry being more expressive than printed form. How it reveals the intensity, passion
and human frailty of the poet. And yet, conversely, a soundtrack could be
interpreted as the author’s impressing of a particular perspective on his work.
I wonder if poetry, art or music is really more about multiple viewpoints…? And
written verse, perhaps, remains more accessible to those differing
interpretations. Either way, I still think the recording adds an interesting facet
to Roger’s published work.
The selection contains some personal favourites – ‘Suggestions’ and ‘The Poet’s Song’ among them. I read the latter at Roger’s funeral as part of a eulogy. Although it’s not sombre - rather a celebration of the artform. After all, ‘look on the bright side’ was his mantra. Even on his poetic postcards from the abyss.
Inevitably, the project has left me with a sense of
retrospection. Roger died back in March last year although, for me at least,
his presence lingers. His connection to the world endures somehow in a continuum
of past-present-future. Like a pebble cast into water, his life-force resonates
through a sea of time…
Memory’s warming embers ever glimmer in the shadow of grief.
Thanks for reading/listening.
G x
* * *
‘I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another
time, another place.’
Michel Foucault
‘No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the
world die away.’
Terry Pratchett
‘As long as there are memories, yesterday remains. As long
as there is hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as there is friendship, today is
beautiful.’
Billy Joel
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ROGER TABER - POETRY READING
Tuesday, 21 March 2017
PART 2
The Master Baiter
W-A-R, Crucible Of Remembrance
Spring Magic
Logging On To Life
Imagination, Painter Of Dreams or Masochist
National Trust Outing
Suggestions
Shades Of Comic Genius
Engaging With Nature or Living With Prostate Cancer
Patchwork
Ode To Apollo or Profile Of A Life-force
Heartbeat or Waking Up To The Power of Positive Thinking
Poems By Passing Clouds
The Poet’s Song
In Good Company
(CC) R. N. Taber 2017
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