Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian & poet-novelist.- "Colour, creed, sex, sexuality... these are but part of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to emails. Contact: email@example.com].
As a child, I was fascinated by a tramp
who always sat on the same bench blowing smoke rings. People would often pause to
watch, and then go on their way without even a kind word for the poor man
although a flat cap at his feet would fill with a significant number of coins (various
denominations, even the occasional note) as the day progressed. One day, I asked him why he just sat there
blowing smoke rings. ‘Because I can,’ he said. But why, a 9 year-old Roger T wanted to know, did people give him
money? ‘Because they can’t,’ he said.
THE ARTIST or L-I-F-E, SMOKE RINGS...