Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Man
Christ Church meadowis awash with driving rainand a wind which bites the skinand chills the blood within.Its paths are sticky, yellow mud.And the Cherwell, brown and dull,slips ever higher.Ducks, moorhens, squirrels endure it.As they endure frost and iceand the teeth … Continue reading
The Mousethat scuttles down the bankacross the bricksand back again,carries no walletand all its baggageis in the simplicityof its brain. The Bird that slidesacross the windhas left its briefcasein a former life,together with its houseits mortgage(and its wife). The Beetle … Continue reading
Man invents and Man becomesthe slave of his invention –Time-clock invention.Maintenance and breakdown.Marriage the chains of Marital Fidelity.Governments and the lawsof taxes and repression.Medical Science and the slaveryof Pharmaceutical Propaganda.Money. Clothing, the Tyranny of Brand Names,clothing factories for Indian children.Agriculture … Continue reading
Hark, now hear the angels singa new King born todayand man will live for evermorebecause of Christmas day. A child is bornoverprotected(then neglected)to drink cow’s milkand eat calves’ fleshand wait for Christmasfor presents. But certainly not to live for evermore. … Continue reading
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. .