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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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MONITOR THE WIND
Flaws upon a face;each indicates a placewhere pain and sorrow grewas each eddy of death-in-life flowed through. Monitor the windthat scatters the leaves the storm destroyed.Monitor the mindthat blows its dead selves through the Void. Each imperfectionis a recollectionof where … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged dark, death, face, flaws, imperfection, pain, reflection, sorrow, thoughts, void, wind
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MATTER IS DEAD
Matter is dead,dead or dying.And in it, cravingcraves its dissolution,rehearses dissolution.Expense of energyin voluntary death. Do not keep it youngor leave a creaky scream unwrung,a forbidden song unsung,a sin unsunned. A pleasure’s but a pleasure,and on pleasure’s wingsa man gets … Continue reading
EQUANIMITY
Looking with dispassion,with equanimity,doesn’t it shine brighter than a thousand suns?The broken wing,the severed finger,the uncompleted life‘the smyler with the knife’the smell of fearspirochaetes, viruses and germsand the ever-chewing sepulchral worms? And don’t we see a thousand times and morethat … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged betrayal, breath, breeding ground, build, death, dispassion, empty, equanimity, eternal, Evermore, fear, germs, past, shine, store, vanishes, worms
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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. .
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged birth, Blondin, breath, death, Everyman, lifetime, Niagara
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IN A FLAT
In a flatyou thinkyou could scream yourself to deathand not be heard.Pressing your cheekagainst the cool of the sink.One breathupon another breath.No wordfor that. In a room,you sufferinside door,walls, ceiling, floor.You could shout,you could walk out,it’s not a tomb. In … Continue reading
TOI ET MOI
is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, bliss, death, eternal dance, Giraudoux's play, happiness, Heaven, joy, love, memories, mortal, Ondines, pain, single eye
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PYRAMIDS AND SARCOPHAGI
Why did they spend so much time therein the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breathwere too heavy for their dead to bearaway from the fire.Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, tomb and funeral pyre?Even … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged breath, Brian Taylor, dead, death, dreams, eternity, funeral pyre, identity, light, mind, pyramids, sarcophagi, tomb
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OLD WOUNDS
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
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blessed One, Blondin, Brian Taylor, death, epidemic, forgive, germ, mind, Prospero, Shantih, species, tooth and claw, torture, Upanishad, vengeance, virus, wounds
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FREEDOM TO OR FREEDOM FROM?
Power aimsat Freedom To;finds itselfon a collision coursewith all the other Freedoms Tothat inhabit gods and men and beast;storm and drought and pestilence;sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aimsfor Freedom Fromdiscovers that all the competing Freedom To’sstruggle within the stadium … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, death, drought, freedom, freedom from, gods and men, Life, no death, old age, power, sickness, storm, wisdom
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YOGA
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
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