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: firstname.lastname@example.org].
Once, years ago, when feeling low, I overheard
a conversation in a bar:
and a little drunk) I don’t know where I’m going any more or who the hell I
WOMAN (wearily) Oh, sure, and all that jazz…
MAN: Huh, I don’t even like jazz…
WOMAN: You don’t like jazz? Then you don’t
have much of a liking for life, man, and it sure as hell won’t take much of a
liking to you either….
After a sober pause, both burst out
laughing and joined several other couples swinging to a lively number on the
dance floor like saplings in a summer breeze. I went home feeling more upbeat than I
had in ages although not sure why…and that feeling has lasted - through thick and
thin - ever since. Maybe it has something to do with especially enjoying jazz among all kinds of music (and vocal) that do their genre justice....