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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Author Archives: Universal Octopus
AMERICA, AMERICA
We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.We believed every word that you said.And when life spilled into darknessin a night of theatre,we believed, even though you were dead. From the decay that was Europe, we sent you our sonsto … Continue reading
NORMAL
Pain is in proportion to livingness.The more alive you are,the more it hurtsto live.This is normal. The young hurt mostbut mend quickest.New flesh healswhere old flesh withers.Young mind feels pain piercing and deep;often so deep that of itself it heals;a … Continue reading
PROJECT
IRestingmy shoe and my chin on the gate,I thought I knewhow animals must suffer. Jostling in the concrete slaughterhouse,their sweattheir fearsoaks meand the stench of their faeceschokes meand stifles my lungs. IIThought-raindoesn’t wet.Taught-paincannot forget;(sinks in deeperthan the brain.) … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged animals, Blondin, blood, brain, empty handed, fear, Gnomonic Verses, slaughterhouse, suffer, taught-pain, thought-rain
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CHINESE NEW YEAR
Chinese New Yearalways comes in February. (Usually.) This is the lastof the twelve year cycle;the Year of the Pig. Processions, dragon dances,fireworks and smoke,cymbals and drums. The Chinese close their shops,do not sweep their housesand pay respectto the Ancestors.They put … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, Blondin, Buddhist, Chao Ti, Chinese, Chinese New Year, dragon dances, fireworks, Muslim, Spirit House, year of the Pig
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BLUEBOTTLE MIND
Even in all your fine regalia,hint of blue and buzzing wingall the trappings of your kind,you are far from being a substantial thing,and all your efforts end in failure.All entomic paraphernalia,proboscis, thorax, abdomen, wings that fly,six legs, antennae, multi-faceted eye,are … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Bluebottle mind, desire, dust, formless, fruit, human, mind, pride, shadow, silent hell, thought, wings that fly
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THE PERFECT TEAM NEEDS PERFECT PLAYERS
The boy brokethe old man’s window.He said he felt fineand still loved the old man. The old man broke the boy’s window.He wanted to show him the view,and how the lawn led on to the treesand, high above, the empyrean … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged allergic, boy, emyrean blue, high above, old man, pefect team, perfect player, Player, Team, view
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JUDGE NOT, THAT YE BE NOT JUDGED
Long Wig up on his High Chairstares at Long Hair standing therebelow him in the dock.‘I cannot deviate from the Law,’he says, glancing at the clock.‘This is my decision.Six months without remission.Oh, and yes, with hard labour.’ ‘Decision’ ‘Remission’ ‘Hard … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, Daily Telegraph, humour, judge, Judge not, Knighthood, law, Long wig, Yama
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