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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading
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
MAN INVENTS
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
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged egoic self, fidelity, freedom, governments, invention, Laws, Life, Man, medical science, money, pharma propaganda, See!, slave, spiritual vision, tether, work
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OXFORD: MICHAELMAS
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
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged chapel, Cherwell, Christ Church, Christian culture, ducks, frost, ice, Man, medieval, Merton, Michaelmas, New World, Oxford, peace, spiritual ache, vision
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TRAVEL LIGHT
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
MARY’S BOY CHILD
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
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged angels, boy child, Brian Taylor, calves' flesh, Christmas, cow's milk, Gnomonic Verses, Hark, Man, Mary, new King, presents
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