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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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LABEL IT CORRECTLY
In St Peter’s graveyardthe bones have labels. The labels are incised in marble or slate.The coming together of the bones is recorded.(God breathed on those bones.)The dislocation of the bones is recorded.(God stopped breathing.)The length of time in betweenis calculated … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged age, Blondin, bonekeeper, bones, breath, God, graveyard, Oxford, Oxford Blues
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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
BREATH
Fine and insubstantial, separating the Living from the Dead. The hairs on your head are numbered; so too the breaths. Preserved or polluted or neglected, it drags us to our unintended goal; the destiny of all we have protected. Disintegration … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, dead, destiny, disintegration, goal, living, whole
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THE BREATH OF LIFE
It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading
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Tagged Atlas, breath, citizens, death, empty, fools, Life, poets
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ATLAS
It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms, its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Atlas, breath, cities, citizens, death, empty, fools, Gnomonic, Life, poets, vital heat, world
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HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading
BLONDIN
Everyman is Blondin. Every lifetime a rope, finer than a spider’s thread, sharper than a sword, stretched between birth and death (breath and breath) across Niagara. Brian Taylor
HERE
HERE NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged breath, Brian Taylor, Centre, escape, light, Now, poetry, universe
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