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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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
Posted in Oxford Blues
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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US AND THEM
The tree relaxes therewith no thought of going anywhere. Bird-song-bird.The song is overheard.Perhaps we invent the birds.They might invent usif they could spell.Freak!They don’t even listen when we speak.Just as well. Foolish catplodding around like thatwhat does it think it’s … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged bird, cat, freak!, General Truth, know, simplification, song, them, think, tree, us, where?
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TRAVEL LIGHT
The Mousethat scuttles down the bankacross the bricksand back again,carries no walletand all its baggageis in the simplicityof its brain. The Bird that slidesacross the windhas left its briefcasein a former life,together with its houseits mortgage(and its wife). The Beetle … Continue reading
GUIDE BOOK
“In Chiangmaithere are many shapeful chedisin which nowhere can be seen.” Is stillness somethingor is it merelywhat’s left overwhen thingsdisappear? How can thingswhich are ever-moving,ever-changing,not be? Stillness is complete and perfectwhen boundaries disappear. Cattle do not feelthe farmyard gatepressing againsttheir … Continue reading
SUDDENLY SEPARATE SPIDER SENTRY
STILLNESS isthe space between movementsthe crack in the universethe gloved handwith the artto pull aparttwo thin life stitchesand let a stab of nothing in.An eyewith sky behindfor mind,a face blind,a sunflower petal fallingstamen to earth;or bird-song-bird callingeither side of the … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged art, bird, blind, Blondin, brain, child, crack in the universe, dried blood, form, Life, lion lies with lamb, music, nothing, song, spider, stillness, suddenly separate, sun, sunflower, wanting, wet palette, whispering shells
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