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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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LEARNING
Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged Blondin, clock, diary, false starts, here, learning, Now, old age, Oxford, Oxford Blues, plans, secrets
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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
It was different in the past.Especially in the village. Before you could readBefore there were newspapersBefore there was radioBefore there were telephonesBefore there were filmsBefore there was TVBefore there were computersBefore there were smartphonesBefore there was the endless whisperingof global … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged before smartphnes, computers, cyber-space, friends, future, global gossip, Hey! Mrs Robinson?, neighbours, Now, past, present, suffering, where are you?
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ETERNITY
There is no time in Paradise! Do not worry. Do not hurry. If the kettle is too small it will not spoil it to fill it twice and boil it. There is no time in Paradise. Until they count the … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged eternity, footprints, mine, Now, paradise, sun, Time
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PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED)
In the Beginning. God walked with Adam in the cool of the day. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own mouth, Adam did not heed Him. Later, God sent prophets to be his tongues. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Adam, God, here, New Age, Now, paradise, prophets, punishment, reward, Truth
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HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading
REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Armistice Day, dead, empty, here, Now, pain, prayers, thought
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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string, which is Time’s tether, brings and binds all things together in the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been dead these thirty years or more and yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD … Continue reading
