kenneth f. taylor

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fecund wand of spring
under russet tussock or tuft;
tantamount effluvias,
wreathèd head in the companionate air
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to each: the varied glim
of days.
suffer
little fakirs
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Born South London in 1947, kenneth f. taylor has variously been a merchant seaman, worked in manual & clerical situations also in psychiatric nursing, & has been a freelance teacher of English as a foreign language & of IT especially DTP/graphics. He had an unremarkable formative education & in his 20’s went to art college where he graduated in Art & Design. From his 20’s he was sporadically a professional drummer touring, doing sessions & recording in pop music as well as in avant garde/experimental jazz. He was also a drum tutor. In his late forties he returned as a mature student to full-time education, doing undergrad & post-grad work in English literature. Since 1966 he has written many books of poetry, several prose works & some criticism/commentary. During the ‘70s & ‘80s he published poetry & experimental prose in mimeo/small press mags, & was involved in readings. He does computer graphics designing & producing his own & others’ works. He has also published some poems & journalism in more recent small press situations. In recent times he has been involved in music composition. He has had an abiding interest in experimental & informal literary/poetic forms & continues to create both; currently, he has new poetry & prose both in progress. He lives & works in London...)

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Fecund Wand Of Spring

fecund wand of spring
under russet tussock or tuft;
tantamount effluvias,
wreathèd head in the companionate air
panic
& distant lightning reeks also
the canopy
where
delicate skeletal stippl’d,
tessellate fritill’d filigreener;
that naked eye dwindling:
knell a bask of flared leaves
wanders beneath a soaring sun
diaphané Dian
escarlet gildlay straiten’d foams
& shapes, opal
& turquoise-tongued; auric vein’d
burbling thru’ eartht burthen
bears up a bluemoonblue riding the deep
going bluer. tides
full’d to furl a tin dawn down
o'er hill, bay, or silvert sleepers still
slumb’ring:
regard the ultra which harbours
nascent stars
paragon celestiurning demiurgent
as promist Helen, with felicitous tears;
mist & comely dust distil
a phial of grace from her grave
writes its myrrhic
texture upon dawn’s cachet.
parvenus
to hallow a pale hollow’s coronal;
its vert vestige wherefrom
their boles
stretcht up their necks

[(iii) from the 20 poem cycle 'The Death Music',2000]

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