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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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LA BELLE DAME
She filled herself up with roseson which she could dependand invited her boyfriends in; then opened the door at the other endand dropped them into the bin. She shut herself up with her memories,neatly on a shelf,or scattered about rather … Continue reading
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Tagged boyfriends, haunt, key, la belle, memories, Oxford, roses, sad, setting sun
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SOUND OF THE TIMES
The patience of the bombfills the void with fear. And still those with earsand mortar boardslisten and do not hear. .
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Tagged ears, mortar boards, Oxford, patience, sound, the bomb, the Times
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WAITING
Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading
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Tagged being, bless, deer, dragonflies, empty heart, eternal sigh, future, genius, letting go, Magdalen, Oxford, past, peace, space, undergraduates, waiting, Yes!
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BLONDIN
Everyman is Blondin.Every lifetime a rope,finer than a spider’s thread,sharper than a sword,stretched between birth and death(breath and breath)across Niagara. .
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Tagged birth, Blondin, breath, death, Everyman, lifetime, Niagara
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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 … Continue reading
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Tagged age, bonekeeper, bones, breathing, caretaker, God, graveyard, labels, St Peter
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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, blame, love, mirrors, no other, old face, polishing, smile, speculum, transformation
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AFTERNOON TEA AT THE WARNEFORD
Speechreaches outto whisper and shout,praise and curse,across a silent universe;making of molecular vibrationa means of human communication. It wasn’t always quite like this;the groansand moans,the hissand howlsin the warm pre-Cambrian mudwere eloquent enough avowalsof love and hatred, fear and blood. … Continue reading
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Tagged animal, bird, communication, cosmic suffering, dead, farmyard, here, living, mind, Oxford, pre-Cambrian, sensation, silent universe, speech, student halls, Warneford
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MAKE THE MOST OF IT!
Said the Junior Dean. What is “It”that we should make the most of it?What have wethat we can justly boast of it? We have inherited our share of wealth;and karma and good sensehave brought us health. Time weighs not on … Continue reading