Tag Archives: Brian Taylor

THE HAPPIEST OLD

Posted on October 18, 2019 by

The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .

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BABIES

Posted on October 17, 2019 by

Babies do not crythrough choice.It’s just their suffering giving voice;wishing to share itwith someone like you who can bear it. In Latin this someone is called mater. Nowaday’s-English comes much later,and I cannot find a word to translate her.   (from … Continue reading →

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YESTERDAY’S CHILDREN

Posted on October 16, 2019 by

Acharn Suphot is the Temple Warden.Previously he was Headmasterof the Temple School for thirty five years. “In the past, for as long  as anyone can remember, children studied the Code of Good Conduct.Thirty years ago, the Government appointed a Christian as Minister of … Continue reading →

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PUBLIC NOTICE

Posted on October 14, 2019 by

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING SILOM ROADTHE POLLUTION LEVEL IS VERY HIGH The terracotta pavement is linedwith pradhu trees, the symbol of the Navy,hung with orchids (wooden bananas). Outside a shop called “Modern Optical”with its reflecting rows of à la mode … Continue reading →

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TEMPUS MUTAT

Posted on October 13, 2019 by

People differ in awareness of Time.Brazilian Indians have no word for tomorrow.Time is the measure of thingsmoving through space. Where there is nothing moving,not even thoughts,there is no awareness of Time. When a dog sees you after a gap of … Continue reading →

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POEMS

Posted on October 12, 2019 by

Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock.You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.)      .  

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IN WHICH THE POET LAMENTS THE MISSED OPPORTUNITIES OF A MISSPENT YOUTH

Posted on October 11, 2019 by

When I was a young manI couldn’t help noticingthat when young dogswanted to matethey spent little if anytime on small talkand conserved their energyby getting down to businessas directlyand economically as possible. My contemporarieson the other hand approached those activities … Continue reading →

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