Friday, 23 November 2012

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: ([For now, at least, this link needs the latest Adobe Flash Player  and works best in Firefox; the archives website cannot run Flash but changes scheduled for later this year may well mean the link will open without it. Ignore any error message and give it a minute or so to start up. The video lasts an hour. ] RT 3/18


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 survival.

(Photo: Elpis, Spirit of Hope (copied from the web)


To Mother Nature we bared all
before we were even born
and since then, for good or ill,
her colours worn;
Green, the grass defying acid rain;
Blue, clear skies turning
a blind eye to our obsession
with temporal gain;
Red, streaks of blood across a sky
like the throat of a fox
as the first hound’s claw digs in
and darkness falls;
Yellow, the sun’s weeping wounds
over drought and famine,
and an outing of inhumanity
on prime time television;
Black, stumps where once we stood
listening to a pretty wood
but did not hear a word it said
and now…all but dead;
Grey, the tearful faces of a next
generation looking down,
baring terror, blaming us even
before they are born

If humankind its lessons learn before
too late, to Earth Mother dare we turn
that, even at Armageddon, she might
stay an old enemy's execution, give us
time to make reparation?

Copyright R N. Taber 2007

[From: Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007; rev. ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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