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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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SPECULUM
Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace.Though we must love one another,whose is the beloved’s face? Start from wherever you think you wish to,you cannot end up in a different place.Examine carefully the mirrors around you.All … Continue reading
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Tagged beloved, Blondin, face, mirror, other, Oxford, Oxford Blues, smile, speculum, transformation
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LABEL IT CORRECTLY
In St Peter’s graveyardthe bones have labels. The labels are incised in marble or slate.The coming together of the bones is recorded.(God breathed on those bones.)The dislocation of the bones is recorded.(God stopped breathing.)The length of time in betweenis calculated … Continue reading
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Tagged age, Blondin, bonekeeper, bones, breath, God, graveyard, Oxford, Oxford Blues
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POST IMPERIAL BLUES
A terrorist gets his way by violence. Like Alexander,he would prefer a city to surrender peacefully.Like Alexander,he will destroy it if it doesn’t and enslave its population. A successful terrorist,like a successful leopard,does not change his spots. A pugilist can … Continue reading
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Tagged Africa, Alexander, ethnic violence, hunter, lions, massacre, poverty, terrorist
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LEARNING
Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, clock, diary, false starts, here, learning, Now, old age, Oxford, Oxford Blues, plans, secrets
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MIDWINTER’S DAY
Hippophaewith clusters of orange berrieson spiky twigs. Set in this ancient, yellowstone wall,which separates the formal walksfrom the marsh garden to the south,is the gateway (with gate long gone).At its base, nerines – all mauves and reds –spill over on … Continue reading
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Tagged Cherwell, Chinese porcelain, Magdalen Bridge, Merton, midwinter, Oxford, squirrels
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RAISING THE DEAD
Because I cared,I kept my friends alivebathed in the light of the good times we had shared. But when I go back to comparethe in-between times too, I seethey have given up the fight(together with the good times that we … Continue reading
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Tagged decay, die, friends, good times, heart, in-between times, Judgement Hour, old age, old Mortality, pension, senility, Snooze
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GURDJIEFF
“You are both a wolfand a lamb.If you do not stay awakethe wolf will devourthe lamb.” Oh you, the Living and the Dead!Both those who earnand you who claim by rightyour daily bread. Encourage the fewthey will become the many.Encourage … Continue reading
