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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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JUNE
A dry Juneand roses and honeysuckletumble in riotous flowerdown the path, below the gate,in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly(keeping vegetable time)towards the battlefieldof fern and bramblewhich flows,inconclusively,to the cliff edge.Beyond, the sea. The mind takes on the colourof what … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, bramble, dance, dance of the mind, eternity in love with the products of time, FERN, honeysuckle, June, palm tree, roses, sea, silent music, Tiger, void
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BHAVANA
The great gates hangon broken hinges,the temples blaze,the walls are breached;the palaces have all been lootedthe end of a dynasty has been reached. Those still livinghave all been taken,women and children have been sold;the last king hangsfrom the palace lintel,the … Continue reading
EVERYDAY LIFE (DYING NORMALLY)
Going out there is no othercoming back there is no trace.As Eternity comes nearer-clearer,the brackets themselves have a smaller place. Meeting in a far-off futureyou will not recognise my facebut will turn away to your then-close familyin your then-dear corner … Continue reading
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Tagged acorn, April, Blondin, bluebell, eternity, gorse, infinite space, no other, oak, primrose, robin, wild garlic
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JUGGLING
First the left hand, then the right;in each, a ball, in each held tight When a third comes into view,what exactly will you do? Let it roll past on its way,down the hall and out the door? Or grab it … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged Blondin, catch and throw, commotion, cosmic motion, drop, Ego Ego God of the Jungle, empty stage, game, juggling, kinetic cage, peace, planets, season, spins, stop?, sun
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THE WORD OF THE BUDDHA
According to the manuals,they are everywhere.How is it, then, that Icannot see them? Under my feet,in the silent corners,under the stairs,in the crowded common rooms,I search;and find nothing. But, when I speak,what is it that crawlsalong the fissures of my … Continue reading
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Tagged blind, Blondin, Buddha, darkness, eggs, Ego Ego God of the Jungle, emigrate, hatch, light, manuals, my mind!, prey, search, see, silken webs, speak, subtle poisons, void, wayward thoughts
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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK!
“Empty-handed I comeand lo!the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!). Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, Blondin, child, child's play, empty, happy, love, nothing, Poet, terrorise the world, void
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OWN GOAL
Cast up on a desert island,hut to be erected,food to be found. Making something I can call ‘my land’to protect and be protectedon my own ground. Another somewhereto be hot and cold in.A here (or there)to be young (grow old) … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Cosmic Mole, desert island, footprints, my land, Now, Own Goal, seagulls
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I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning(or perhaps a little later)there was I. And then, because I was lonely,there was me. And we got on like a house on fire!And, so that we could have something in common,there was mine.And we got on like … Continue reading
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Tagged beginning, Blondin, French Revolution, i me mine, lonely, mess!, mine, Second World War, share, Spanish Armada, Tony Blair, Vietnam, you
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WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW?
Not knowing is a barreltumbling over Niagara:darkness withindanger without. Knowing is the full moonat midnightsplashing lightin the darkest corners. Wanting to knowis taking responsibilityfor the goodand the bad. Not wanting to knowis a skeleton in the cupboardand a bloody knifeunder … Continue reading
