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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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FOUNDATION
The great Foundation on which all things restis soon lost sight of, soon forgot,fails to hold man’s interestas entanglements lead to great confusion(due to the power of the great Illusion);until he cannot see what is realand what is not. A … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Be, brain, confusion, Foundation, Gnomonic Verses, illusion, joy and pain, let go, machines, mind, power, sermons, silence, space, stillness, void
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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO
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
A SHELL
A SHELLa big shellon a warm sand shelfbuilding long and strongout at last kept out. TIME to decidewhat’s insidefor inside meditationfor contemplation.Any answers? A SKULLa big skullwith a warm snug selfbuilding long and strongto keep out out. EYE, ear and … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged alone, brain, building, contemplation, meditation, Self, sense saturation, Shell, skull, Time
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MIRROR
Swimming in a Cornish sea –Porpoises! (not Cornish) a little way from me.How far?How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail? Following the brain down its mazy trail –Thirty yards? A million years?Too far? Not far enough? But eye to … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, brain, Cornish sea, eye, grain of sand, mirror, sea, spinning star, swimming, timeless, wave, you and me
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HE THAT HAVE EARS LET HIM HEAR
The buzzing in the Brainforms a screenso that what is really quite plainis hardly heard or seenubiquitous and trans-eternal Pain. Voicesdrifting on the winds of space,leaves from the Tree of Time;telling the Seasons,warning of disasters to come,(or already here),of evil … Continue reading
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Tagged brain, ears, evil, hear, mindfulness, palaces of kings, purity, screen, Seasons, spider, trans-eternal pain, Tree of Time, voices, winds of space
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HE THAT EARS LET HIM HEAR
The buzzing in the Brainforms a screenso that what is really quite plainis hardly heard or seen –ubiquitous and trans-eternal Pain. Voicesdrifting on the winds of space,leaves from the Tree of Time;telling the Seasons,warning of disasters to come,(or already here),of … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged brain, disasters, mindfulness, palaces of kings, purity, screen, Seasons, space, spider, trans-eternal pain, Tree of Time, voices
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LINNET IN A CAGE
Take away the brainand the mind has nowhereto shape itself in.It needs to find another somewhere. Take away the mindand the brainis a runaway trainwithout a driver to apply the brakes. The brainless mindfades backinto the fading ofits own devices. … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged brain, brainless mind, cage, linnet, mind, mindless brain, runaway train
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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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PROJECT
IRestingmy shoe and my chin on the gate,I thought I knewhow animals must suffer. Jostling in the concrete slaughterhouse,their sweattheir fearsoaks meand the stench of their faeceschokes meand stifles my lungs. IIThought-raindoesn’t wet.Taught-paincannot forget;(sinks in deeperthan the brain.) … Continue reading
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Tagged animals, Blondin, blood, brain, empty handed, fear, Gnomonic Verses, slaughterhouse, suffer, taught-pain, thought-rain
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THE NOTEBOOK AND THE PEN
Register the birth.Now register the death.All unfinished business ends with the breath.Ends. But then again beginsas we all come back for more.Even though we long forgotwhat it is we come back for. Only while the breath continuesto feed the brainand … Continue reading
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