Friday, 13 June 2014

Sun Worshippers OR All But Baring All

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:    [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

Now, all love the sunhine 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, ever engaging
in a sense of spirituality
inviting a sense of our being
at one with its creation

Apollo among other gods
looking on blankly
as humankind all but bares all
on the 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 A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; rev. ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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