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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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THE MORE YOU SHARE
The more you know the more you owe. The more you care the more you share. The less you share your debts grow more.
REMEMBRANCE DAYS
REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. … Continue reading
Posted in Centre
Tagged beginning, building, cat, Foundation, Humans, invalid, present, Remembrance Monday
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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Armistice Day, blind, dead, pain, prayers, requiem, thought
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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH
November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading
ARMISTICE DAY 2014
What They died for has not survived their sacrifice. The fabrics of communities that were theirs are pulled apart by rough fingers of their unappreciative heirs. Their homes are bulldozed to feed the appetites of developers. Their schools are surrendered … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Armistice Day, ceramic poppies, communities, Education Factory Farming, God, Hearts, homes, Jesus, materialism, Morality, peace, schools, silence, suffering
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ARMISTICE DAY
“Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.” So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s lines for those whose sufferings for their nation had bred a dull, dark, painful generation with gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged Armistice Day, Ezra Pound, Flanders, grief, medals, November, Oxford, past, poppies, present, sacrifices
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BEGINNING THE END
Beginning is beginning the end. The end begins with the first step. There is no middle to this muddle. Whatever is not thirsting up to escape is being dragged back down to expire. (Poem from Gnomonic Verses)
