Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Bamboo Leaves
Malinee’s father took her to China.There was a reception in their honour.A monkey was brought inand put on the table. It was alive. Its body filled the cage;the head stuck out of the top. Everyone watched.The monkey’s headwas carefully shaved.The … Continue reading
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Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock. You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
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THE HEART OF DARKNESS
The explorer draws his mapand plunges into space.Why should he stumble onat every fresh mishapand draw back in blank surpriseas the landscape he has createdis revealed before his eyes? Having nailed his mirrorin its placefirmly to the wall,why the sudden … Continue reading
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HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
A girl pedals.A boy with the dream of her shirt in his eyerides the metal carrier behind,pressing her feet down with his. An individualist stays within call. My shoe cushions a small Chinese foreheadpressing down her eyesfor money.Another kneels her … Continue reading
Part of the Royal Dusit Garden Palace,where Chulalongkorn built himselfa great golden teak palacewith the cutting edge technology of 1900,was a private botanical garden,full of rare plants and lakes. In 1938 the Revolutionary Governmentmetamorphosed itinto Municipal Zoological Gardenswith animals and … Continue reading
A poemopens a windowin the prison wall. If it’s not a poem,it’s just a pictureon the wall. Who paints pictureson the prison wallis surely in the gaoler’s pay. May all beings be happy!May they be free from ill will!May they … Continue reading
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I shone a lightinto the mirror of your mind,there was no reflectionand my light disappeared.No recognitionbeyond the blank starethere. .
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He has dirty feet;“Washing is dangerouswash much, sicken and die.”He wears a short black jacketand floppy black trousers.A large silver lock hangs round his neck.She has a blue jacketand a tightly pleated kiltof hemp and cottonwith heavily embroideredand weighted black … Continue reading
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BE SMILE DENTIST advertises down onSoi Anuman Rajadhon.Next door Anglo East Surety Brokerinsures diamonds and gemstones.Having struggled with the world’s economic crisis,faced with a shortage of government bailout schemes,Anglo East has decided on a fundamental solutionand invited ninety-nine monks to … Continue reading
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GETTING INTO HOT WATER
The forest is dense and undisturbed,the trees high and overshading,the birdsong harsh and shrill,the giant cicadas persistentlike throbbing brass. Paths have been clearedand wooden bridges laidover a latticework of hot yellow streams.These infiltrate the vegetationand send up clouds of steam. … Continue reading
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