Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: void
A dry Juneand roses and honeysuckletumble in riotous flowerdown the path, below the gate,in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly(keeping vegetable time)towards the battlefieldof fern and bramblewhich flows,inconclusively,to the cliff edge.Beyond, the sea. The mind takes on the colourof what … Continue reading
“Empty-handed I comeand lo!the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!). Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading
If the Head leads,it breeds a webin which the ego lurksto catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules,the sticky webtransforms into a safety netthrough which the Egoshrivels into the Void. .
Opium heals,applying a chemical bellowsto 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 phrasingdancing on the surface of the Voidand tumbling endlessly in,leaving no trace. … Continue reading
The great Foundation on which all things restis soon lost sight of, soon forgot,fails to hold man’s interestas entanglements lead to great confusion(due to the power of the great Illusion);until he cannot see what is realand what is not. A … Continue reading
Walking Onis not just a matterof feetmeasuring out the streets of this world;or the clatterof railway tracksdwindling to a pointin the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is it the Ocean Linerslipping out of port,pushing through waveswhich … Continue reading
“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