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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
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged beloved, Blondin, face, mirror, other, Oxford, Oxford Blues, smile, speculum, transformation
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FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
As you contemplate your worldsliding into darkness and conflictand your leaders just WILL not help youbut just scramble among themselvesfor the bits and pieces left over, well… If you can’t stop it, Best jump off it! As Sophocles said. “Not to be born is … Continue reading
EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that … Continue reading
Posted in Centre
Tagged Blondin, butterflies, Ego, evil, good, letting go, Lord of the Jungle, me, mind, mine, pain, sanity, sorrow, stars, Vice, virtue, world
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WAVES
Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more substantial.The living water springingfrom life’s fountain runs dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. Molecules of arms and legs and brainare rebels all and would be free againand … Continue reading
WAR OR PEACE
War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is found in cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, Daily Telegraph, Human mind, labyrinthine, peace, war
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“AMERICA, AMERICA”, DONALD TRUMP!
We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.We believed every word that you said.And when life spilled into darknessin a night of theatre,we believed, even though you were dead. From the decay that was Europe, we sent you our sonsto … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Abraham Lincoln, Africa, America, Asia, Blondin, commies, dead redskins, Donald Trump, Europe, free, freedom, Germany, God, Ireland, Lord's Prayer, promise, Russia, theatre, vote
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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN
Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves.Draws from their branchesthe moaning of two hundred year old wood,the dry sound of a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon a … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, Diamond Mountain, eternal silence, eternity, mountain, oak leaves, oboe, small bird, temple bells
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