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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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A SHELL
A SHELLa big shellon a warm sand shelfbuilding long and strongout at last kept out. TIME to decidewhat’s insidefor inside meditationfor contemplation.Any answers? A SKULLa big skullwith a warm snug selfbuilding long and strongto keep out out. EYE, ear and … Continue reading
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Tagged bone, brain, building, contemplation, inside, meditation, Self, sense saturation, Shell, skull, Time
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THE SEASON
The season slidesto wind and showersand sharp hot sun(for rare half-hours)and all the worldlays waste its powerspursuing what it cannot own. Then mists and fogs and hazy sunriseships’ dull horns and lazy gull cries. Now blazing heat(bone dry pails)sandy feetsingle … Continue reading
UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO
It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, blood, brain, breath, fever, pain, pneumonia, ready to go, up to date
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HAPPINESS
The great stone Hall is silentthat is now millennia old.Through the western windowsshines a glorious sun.It floods the walls and floors,the tables, chairs and doors,panelling, pictures, artefactsand illumines every oneuntil the wraiths that gathercry out in their joy,‘Everything is gold!Whatever … Continue reading
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn laughter, dream, dreams, Hamlet, here, infinite space, joy, king, Now, present, sorrow, Time
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THE PUNISHMENT FOR LISTENING IS HEARING
Maybe the ostrich is right.Not to be told or hear the cruel jokeis not to have felt its spite.Things will happen one way or another.All he need do is hold his breath,and take care not to smother,or choke. .
FURZE AND BRACKEN
The furze and brackenis browned and a little battered.The Michaelmas daisiesand brambles shine in the September sun.A Painted Lady slowlyopens and closes its wings. Every momentis a fork in the roadand every forkis always the same,the choice between right and … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, brambles, choice, fork in the road, light, Michaelmas daisies, Painted Lady, September sun
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SEPTEMBER SUN
Dry and ripening:sea flat and shininglike burning glass. Gulls floatinglike ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaksplayinglike blown leavesin parched grass. Victoria plums,blackberries. This is the turningof the yearwhen all that is thought of as ‘there’is found … Continue reading
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Tagged blackberries, Blondin, butterflies, cosmic seeds, harvests, September, sun, traveller, Victoria plums
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YOU WORRY? YOU?
You worry? You?Nobody cares.They may make sounds,give you talk,sympathy,a few smileswithin bounds.None carebeyond the question-answer-sympathy.Take them while they’re there;there is no empathy. Of course, others expect it toolike you;civilisation sits on that,alluring but absurd – and much too fat. .
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Tagged alluring, Blondin, civilisation, empathy, sympathy, worry, you
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