Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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“It came to mind,” She says. Horse or Rider? It came to mind. A flower of the Void? Or something that builds its web inside her? At Troy the Gods took sides making the Trojans deaf to Cassandra’s warnings. Wotan … Continue reading
The Serpents dance hypnotically filling the Void with Thought. And in their game of wish-fulfillment the Sons of Man are caught. Slaves to the Dream Creations, enflamed by its Hot Desires, craving ever-new sensations, singed by the Ancient Fires, they … Continue reading
“Empty-handed I come and lo! the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable Void All is destroyed (and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew: good seeds flourish (and evil too). They said to the Poet at his birth, “Go! … Continue reading
If the Head leads, it breeds a web in which the ego lurks to catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules, the sticky web transforms into a safety net through which the Ego shrivels into … Continue reading
Education breeds expectation. Expectation leads to frustration. Frustration is a suicide bomber. Flowers of the Void are not so easily destroyed. Insubstantial from the start, they shine on in each empty heart.
Opium heals, applying a chemical bellows to the Vital Heat; a golden silence. At what cost! Matchstick limbs out of Auschwitz, fever-bright eyes. Such sweet poison! Music heals, early music; Greek Olympian music. Clusters of notes with open phrasing dancing … Continue reading