Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Matter is always inert;dense shadowy stuffthat resists the shining. Leave the puppetto its own devicesand how will it everget out of its box? Who then is thereto make an effort?And with what forcefrom where obtained? The child, the kitten, the … Continue reading
Dry and ripening:sea flat and shininglike burning glass. Gulls floatinglike ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaksplayinglike blown leavesin parched grass. Victoria plums,blackberries. This is the turningof the yearwhen all that is thought of as ‘there’is found … Continue reading
The Gods are interlopers all.They collect like a cruston the cooling radianceof the Centre. Their time being up, they fallas fall they must,evaporating in the shining radianceof the Centre. The Gods are historical figures.Outside of History,they have no existence. First … Continue reading