Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading
You can kicka stone lionas often as you like. Though it will hurtyour foot,you can neverpersuade itto bite you. Everymanhis own prison makesand keeps his peaceat bay. .
When peace breaks out, war heroestake off their uniforms, sit in officesand think up slogans to sell more petrol.The Prince sat in the Shell Petroleum Company.So he wrote: Be super manDrive super carGo super sweetlyWith Super ShellSUPER SHELL! SUPER SHELL!SOOOPER … Continue reading
Before a would-be monk is ordained,he is called Nāga (Great Snake).Jain Narong (He Who Has Long Campaigned)has come of ageand, for his grandmother’s sake,sits in the afternoon before his ordinationand waits for a drama to unfold.He faces a table with … Continue reading
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
Wu-Kih in a deck chair,enjoying the evening sun;contemplates the wonder therethat one and one and one makes One! Sitting on a mountain top,no-one else aroundmind and universe both stop;peace at last is found. Mee-soh struggling up the slopestrives with wit … Continue reading
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runs through the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesin a raging furnace. For most peoplethe Presentis a mental spacefilled by memories of the Past,thoughts of … Continue reading
War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is foundin cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the human … Continue reading