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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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 the … Continue reading
UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO
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
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THE HAPPIEST OLD
The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
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. .
MINDFULNESS
Watching the flowof middle-earthas all things gofrom birth to birth.Here, one can knowwhat it’s all worth. An empty tideof rise and fall.Nothing outsideis mine at all;nothing insidenor large nor small. The mind reflectsvague shadowy drifts.The mind connectsblank mists with mists.The … Continue reading
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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
SELF-DISCIPLINE
Sitting quite stilland with Nothingto hold on to. While the planeton which you sit(a kind of ball, flattened at both ends)is spinningat a fair old rate of knots. And rolling all the whilein a great circuitround a vast, exploding Ball … 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? .
WEEKEND PEOPLE
Though the weekend peopleleave it all behind,when they sit down quietlyit’s all there in their mind. And though they leave their footprintsto commemorate their stay,when the cosmic tide comes in,it washes them away. The sand, the rocks, the buildingsthough private … Continue reading
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BLONDIN Poems 