Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Blondin
There are havesand have-nots. The poor are always with us. Sometimes, poverty and sufferingprovoke a great manand there is a revolution. With much blood shed,much sacrifice,much heroism. Afterwards, the country lies wounded. And there are havesand have-nots. имущие и неимущие … Continue reading
Leaves from the Tree of Life;brown and withered,dried with growing old,dislodged by the touch of Time;or green,with veins still swellingwith rising sap,torn free by an untimely wind. What are they,these dancing treasures? The more the tree creates,pushing and buddingout of … Continue reading
Look for it, you will not find.Flee it, you cannot escape.It shines, unbidden in your mind,is both the shadow and the shape.You cannot hold, or change or lose it.You cannot welcome or refuse it.You did not make or break or … Continue reading
The landscape itselfis cracked and pitted.Quarries gouged out of the rock face.Concrete jungleswhere forests grew.A million species drownedby hydro-electric schemes.Roman grain bowlsbecoming the Sahara desert. And the figuresthat pass through this landscape,four-footed, two, or nonewith scar of tooth and clawof … Continue reading
It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading
He turned his back on the graveyardand with the sad songshe had taken downinto the stiff clay of the underworldlike root-fingersstill singing in his ears,walked towards the future. Before him floatedher death mask,warmed by the pale fireof yesterday’s desire. Fire … Continue reading
This world is a theatreof broken dreams.Everything ISbut is notwhat it seems. .
War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is foundin cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the human … Continue reading
Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading