Friday, 13 June 2014

Sun Worshippers OR Spirit of Summer

Some new readers have asked if there is a recording available of my informal poetry reading on the 4th plinth in London’s Trafalgar square back in 2009 as my contribution to Sir Antony Gormley’s One and Other ‘live art’ project.  Unfortunately, there isn’t one, but you are welcome to make a note of the link:    [NB. This link does not always work immediately now. Ignore any error message and wait up to 60 seconds for the clip to start up; it lasts an hour.]

We all love the sun although I am no sun worshipper (as such) because I have very sensitive skin which even the best sun creams don't protect. Oh, but for those who can lie in the sun to their heart's content...heavenly, indeed!


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
mind games of their own
with our lives,
thoughts, ideas, faiths
likely to inspire
man, woman, child, across
land, sea, air, to bring
their joys, sorrows, hopes
for a (far) 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 as if
to encourage a sense of being
at one with Creation

World nations under heavens
looking on blankly
where we lie naked on sand,
letting waves tickle toes
and (who knows?) even trying
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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