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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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CUT INTO THE HUMAN WOOD
Cut into the human woodchop; pare;to find what is already there.Will the knife revealwhat we have outgrown?Or does the sculptor feelalong the veins and in the bonethe shape already in the stoneand gently, where the stone is brittle,cut only not … Continue reading
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A TREE CLIMBED OVER THE WALL
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .
THE FOUNTAIN
The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks where this … Continue reading
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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. .
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CALCULATIONS
Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood; dead trees by whether … Continue reading
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THE ONE AND THE MANY
If there is only One,nothing can be special.If there is Nothing,what then? .
TREMATON CASTLE
The great Bailey wallkeeps the outside out. Inside, the silence settleslike sediment in a pool. But there are soundsthat do not disturb the dustand imagesthat bend no light waves. A timeless, parallel worldlittered with the jetsam of Time. In the … Continue reading
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Tagged Alice in Wonderland, Black Prince, Blondin, buzzards, dogs, mind, nothing, Time, Trematon Castle, white doves, witness
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