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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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
DEEP DOWN TO DEATH
Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, breath, Brian Taylor, death, FAITH, nothing, pain, waits
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PATIENCE
The patience of the old woman:raveling and unraveling somebody’s memorieslike skeins of wool,to darn the tattered coveringof an ever-fading lifein which,according to somebody’s memories,she was once a womanand a wife. The patience of the sick:waiting for the stab of the … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Brian Taylor, dawn, day nurse, death, Gnomonic Verses, Life, memory, oblivion, old woman, patience, patient
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FUNERAL
We crawl our way from earthto starnor calculate from birth how farour tiny feetwill take usbefore the karma that we meetwill break us;and cast us adrift on an outgoing tide. While those onshore mutter simply,“He died!” Ding-dongFay’s goneLife longDeath waits … Continue reading
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Tagged birth, Brian Taylor, death, ding-dong, earth to star, funeral, karma, outgoing tide, tiny feet
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SINGLE-MINDED SALLY
Single-minded Sally woke up just before she diedand, looking round the Faces,saw there was no place to hide. Single-minded Sally knew she’d left it far too lateand she could not think of any way to make the Faces wait.And the … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, death, died, faces, fearful din, humour, light, Sally, surprise, unblinking eyes, yellow, yellow teeth
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BLONDIN
Every man 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. .
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
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Tagged Blondin, craving, death, dissolution, dolphins, energy, forbidden song, matter, pleasure, sin unsunned, sing
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