Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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“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
Down on the plains the air is thick with dust and shouting. (Even the animals shout as they are goaded to where they do not want to go from where they do not want to be). All curse and squabble … Continue reading
Walk On Walking On is not just a matter of feet measuring out the streets of this world; or the clatter of railway tracks dwindling to a point in the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is … Continue reading
Silence 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 … Continue reading