Clive Alando Taylor was born on the 14th February 1969 in South London and is the youngest son of Six siblings Keith, Nadine, Leroy, Danny ad Neville, born to Joel Ezekiel Taylor & Isolyn Icilda Taylor. As the youngest child of five, Clive has always maintained a positive outlook on life through his faith, studies and interests In World Religions, Humanity and Philosophy, Music, Dance and Poetry, although Clive’s upbringing was initially nurtured in the Pentecostal Church Clive has also spent several years of his life studying Islam, Buddhism and Taoism and other minor based faiths of religious and philosophical teachings as it has been through this calling and aspiration for life that has allowed him to challenge such ideas as Race, Colour, and Gender.
As a writer and a poet and as an artist and performer I have always felt the need to convey my thoughts through the artistic expression of words and music, and even through the unspoken medium of movement and motion, as much as it is upto the creativity of a writer, which is for me to capture or to record these moments as they unfold and take shape revealing their naked truths in the purest of forms of their suggestions and clues towards a revelation unknowingly becoming attuned and responsive to the reciprocal mind. As I have come to learn and to engage in the process that the language and the words, also each independently have their own hidden inner depth when spoken, or as when heard or as when read, as each processed word proceeds one after the other, building a foundation, creating layer upon layer until their volume is felt.
As writing is also very much an internal journey towards understanding the inner self and examination of the reflective world that surrounds us all, insomuch that we are constantly redefining and readjusting to all that is apparently so and open to see, but as to whether we can learn to accept that through interpretation of all that is extended before us, is also to glance in a mirror and to attempt to recognize if all is as it appears to be. As I also find that being a writer also has its’ holistic and therapeutic benefits in exploring and exercising one’s ability to understand and to comprehend the subject matter that is at hand, and found to be arising out of the consciousness, a bit like a jigsaw puzzle in need of being pieced and placed together in order to create and make sense out of theoretical chaos, as such is the genie that is out of the bottle for me in becoming a writer.
As a writer and musician of music and literature, I have always explored the ideas and themes relating to the Human condition and Human experience, in both, Love, Life and Spirituality, as an coming from a faith based artistic background, as I have always maintained a very pious and humble background but has always challenged himself to seek beyond the veil of Life and into Life’s mysteries, as it is through the perceptibility of this matter that has always thrived through my imagination and literary writings manage to capture at the very core of this exploratory medium, the very essence of both a poetic and compassionate nature within my work that I have spent much of my time thinking of suitable names for things which had often crept and arisen out of the subconscious matter of his psyche, or at least animate names or titles for of Songs and Poems and even Short or Extended Narratives, that had led his enduring imaginative experience which at least summoned, or brought forth and yielded and lent itself to the light of my life.
Even as a poet and artist and performer, I have always felt the need to convey my thoughts through the artistic expression of words and music and even through the unspoken medium of movement and motion, as much as it is up to the creativity of a writer which is for me to capture or to record these moments as they unfold and take shape revealing their naked truths in the purest of forms of their suggestions and clues towards a revelation unknowingly becoming attuned and responsive to the reciprocal mind, as I have come to learn and engage in the process that the language and the words, also each independently have their own hidden inner depth when spoken, or as when heard or as when read, as each processed word proceeds one after the other, building a foundation, creating layer upon layer until their volume is felt.
Even though I was made to be completely aware and awake in experiencing this causality and happening of his experience which was often put much beyond his physical and practical control, although equally aware of the transition, he did not know the root, or the true depth of reason, or the inner reason why, or the outer reason of wherefore, that this external and now internalized experience were somehow to be found to be dawning upon, or happening upon his nature, as I have often felt that as time wore on, that I was continuously changing and becoming, or realizing that he was becoming attached to a part of something of that which was too farfetched for him if not solitarily in his existential reasoning to fathom both commonly and logically, as if the feeling of dying had somehow transported and led to the exhilarant feeling of living, as also as if these the names of animate life forms and ideas, or as to, or whether they existed or not, if only upon the plains of spiritual consciousness or dreams or not.
As I did only serve to notice that in observing and noting and knowing, or at least truly and sincerely understanding, if only to appreciate and realize to relate to the experience, but it was almost certain that it was significant enough to that in a sort of so many strange ways, albeit through obscurity, that I had somehow allowed myself, or to at least be a host, or a vessel and a channel for which in many unexplainable ways, to be overcome by this inquiring and inspiring, if not appealing force ,of by which in doing so I did surrender to it.
As to whether we can learn to accept through interpretation of all that is extended before us, is also to glance in a mirror and to attempt to recognize if all is as it appears to be.
As a young boy at school, I always found myself playing with words & rhymes especially when it came to writing poetry, it wasn't the fact that I was especially gifted or talented, but it was mainly my enthusiasm, and style & ability to be creative with words and rhyme in my own unique way, although in this day and age some may regard this as a small degree of autism but I’m not quite certain about that, as many of my peers could be just as challenging and inventive about writing prose creatively. When I left school at the age of 16 I attended dance school and was as far removed from literature as anyone could be, but I always kept a diary and also decided to study English Language part time.
During break time and in between classes once again I would find myself writing & exploring various themes using rap, rhyme and spoken word to amuse myself and my fellow classmates. At that time I didn't take it too seriously, but I loved the fact that through expression coupled with the effect of creative writing was becoming an inspiration to me as well as a positive tool for expression.