<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:31:27.987-05:00</updated><category term='Moses'/><category term='Annihilate'/><category term='Golgoonooza'/><category term='Future age'/><category term='Tharmas'/><category term='Jerusalem'/><category term='Damon'/><category term='Revelation'/><category term='Vision'/><category term='Homer'/><category term='Memories Dreams Reflections'/><category term='Jeremiah'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Small Book of Designs'/><category term='Luvah'/><category term='Robes of blood'/><category term='Ram Horn&apos;d with gold'/><category term='Prophet'/><category term='Urizen'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Mental Traveller'/><category term='Percival'/><category term='Moravian'/><category term='Rintrah'/><category term='Conversion'/><category term='Jung'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Psychology'/><category term='Consciousness'/><category term='Innocence'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Eternity'/><category term='Urthona'/><category term='Heretics'/><category term='marriage of heaven and hell'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Bunyan'/><category term='Perception of the Infinite'/><category term='Genesis'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Wounded Healer'/><category term='Erdman'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Ezekiel'/><category term='C S Lewis'/><category term='Emanations'/><category term='Thomas Butts'/><category term='Spirit'/><category term='Blake&apos;s purpose'/><category term='God'/><category term='Poetic language'/><category term='Four Zoas'/><category term='Blake archive'/><category term='Arlington tempera'/><category term='Immortal Gain'/><category term='Thel'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Dante'/><category term='Fourfold'/><category term='Frye'/><category term='Blake&apos;s Milton'/><category term='Vala'/><category term='Symbols'/><category term='Edinger'/><category term='Fearful Symmetry'/><category term='Tate Gallery'/><category term='Good and Evil'/><category term='Singer'/><category term='Bread  and Wine'/><category term='Enitharmon'/><category term='Mythology'/><category term='Quaker'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='Gates of Paradise'/><category term='Raine'/><category term='grove'/><category term='Los'/><category term='Larry&apos;s Blake'/><category term='Albion'/><title type='text'>William Blake: Religion and Psychology</title><subtitle type='html'>Here you may meet William Blake, join hands in a discussion, ask questions. This is your Blake Commentary.
Or try the &lt;a href="http://lclay3.50webs.com/blake/primer.htm"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/blakeprimer/blake-1"&gt;Blake Primer&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>878</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1751130065244690112</id><published>2012-01-31T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T07:31:28.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEEN KATHERINE'S DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1751130065244690112?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1751130065244690112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1751130065244690112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1751130065244690112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1751130065244690112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/queen-katherines-dream.html' title='QUEEN KATHERINE&apos;S DREAM'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4373480090575945356</id><published>2012-01-30T06:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:29:05.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PLATE 33 [37]And One stood forth from the Divine Family &amp;amp;,said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0037q.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury! He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee: And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, uponThe point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with LawsOur Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delightsSo Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering(Plate 34 begins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'His face and bosom with petrific hardness...')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The text is short, but a picture calls for a detailed explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures, separated by the short text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The picture above shows a strickened Albion, his head supported&amp;nbsp; by a merciful Savior.&amp;nbsp; Below is a very dark moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Immediately below 'While Albion fled..' you may observe a bat-like figure...the spectre with two eyes and a sharpened beak pointed directly at the sleeping figure below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A more detailed&amp;nbsp; image shows who seems to be Jerusalem encased in Vala's veil. This of course is a symbol of Albion's fallen condition-- in the light of a moon (full on the left and new on the right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Below the couch is the sea, but is that bottom wave serpentine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Jerusalem, edited by Morton D Paley, page 188)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'The upper design shows..Albion..sunk down "between the Palm Tree and the Oak of Weeping&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;", between the symbol of the Triumph Entry into Jerusalem and the tree in Golgotha where the Lord was crucified.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The 'winged disk' (with stars) is "an ancient symbol of divinity", and he quoted in FZ Night Seven "thou knowest that the Spectre is in Every Man insane brutish."&lt;/span&gt; The original reading of 'blue death'&amp;nbsp; is 'pale death'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4373480090575945356?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4373480090575945356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4373480090575945356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4373480090575945356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4373480090575945356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-33.html' title='Plate 33'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-3996921205005835042</id><published>2012-01-29T03:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:28:00.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>MARY'S SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.vam.ac.uk/media/thira/collection_images/2006AG/2006AG3148_jpg_ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 355px;" src="http://media.vam.ac.uk/media/thira/collection_images/2006AG/2006AG3148_jpg_ds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O80677/painting-the-virgin-and-child-in/#"&gt;Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum, London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Virgin &amp;amp; Child in Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1810&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel of  Luke records the song Mary sang when her cousin Elizabeth recognised  that the Lords's promise of salvation was to be fulfilled through the  child Mary was to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;41&lt;/b&gt;] And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the  salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was  filled with the Holy Ghost:&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;42&lt;/b&gt;] And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;43&lt;/b&gt;] And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;44&lt;/b&gt;] For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt;] And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;46&lt;/b&gt;] And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;47&lt;/b&gt;] And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;48&lt;/b&gt;] For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;49&lt;/b&gt;] For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt;] And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;51&lt;/b&gt;] He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;52&lt;/b&gt;] He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;53&lt;/b&gt;] He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;54&lt;/b&gt;] He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt;] As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt; Blake similarly has Mary burst into song but the     occasion is the realisation that she is forgiven by God and by     Joseph. Blake chooses to have Mary represent the sinner who calls     upon God to forgive because it is his nature to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 61, (E 212)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Jehovahs Salvation&lt;br /&gt;Is without Money &amp;amp; without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins&lt;br /&gt;In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold!&lt;br /&gt;There is none that liveth &amp;amp; Sinneth not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To Blake to be forgiven was more worthy than to be pure. His Jesus     was borne by a Mother who knew that she was not to be glorified. She     was made pure through God's mercy. She knew that she could make no     claim of virtue.  Through mercy she became acquainted with the     Divine Humanity, the God of Pity, compassion, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 61, (E 212)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this is the Covenant&lt;br /&gt;Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You:&lt;br /&gt;That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take&lt;br /&gt;To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mary burst forth into a Song! she flowed like a River of&lt;br /&gt;Many Streams in the arms of Joseph &amp;amp; gave forth her tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens &amp;amp; palaces upon&lt;br /&gt;Euphrates &amp;amp; to forests &amp;amp; floods &amp;amp; animals wild &amp;amp; tame from&lt;br /&gt;Gihon to Hiddekel, &amp;amp; to corn fields &amp;amp; villages &amp;amp; inhabitants&lt;br /&gt;Upon Pison &amp;amp; Arnon &amp;amp; Jordan. And I heard the voice among&lt;br /&gt;The Reapers Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I&lt;br /&gt;Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answerd Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro his Mercy&lt;br /&gt;And Pity. Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight who am&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols does he&lt;br /&gt;Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy when She&lt;br /&gt;Was cast out to the loathing of her person. The Chaldean took&lt;br /&gt;Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels&lt;br /&gt;Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah; or known&lt;br /&gt;That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy O Divine Humanity!&lt;br /&gt;O Forgiveness &amp;amp; Pity &amp;amp; Compassion! If I were Pure I should never&lt;br /&gt;Have known Thee; If I were Unpolluted I should never have&lt;br /&gt;Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem, Jerusalem recieved&lt;br /&gt;The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem fainted over the Cross &amp;amp; Sepulcher She heard the voice&lt;br /&gt;Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid &amp;amp; the Kings of Europe his&lt;br /&gt;Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at will&lt;br /&gt;Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://media.vam.ac.uk/media/thira/collection_images/2006AG/2006AG3148_jpg_ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-3996921205005835042?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/3996921205005835042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=3996921205005835042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3996921205005835042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3996921205005835042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/marys-song.html' title='MARY&apos;S SONG'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-3318817648717526539</id><published>2012-01-28T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:11:00.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=34585979" name="1211154650645010100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1211154650645010100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;﻿PLATE 46 [32]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against the pillars, &amp;amp; his discase rose from his skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the Precipice he stood! ready to fall into Non-Entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los was all astonishment &amp;amp; terror: he trembled sitting on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0032q.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0032q.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vala and Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of London: but the interiors of Albions fibres &amp;amp; nerves were&lt;br /&gt;hidden&lt;br /&gt;From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces: &lt;br /&gt;And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the&lt;br /&gt;Furnaces;&lt;br /&gt;He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwards&lt;br /&gt;He siezd his Hammer &amp;amp; Tongs, his iron Poker &amp;amp; his Bellows,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stern defiance came from Albions bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwantok, Peachy, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 195 -Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody&lt;br /&gt;field. &lt;br /&gt;Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.&lt;br /&gt;(All things begin &amp;amp; end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This text obviously bears little acquaintance with the text. It seems best to discuss the picture, which is one of the most obvious contraries between Vala and Jerusalem. The veiled figure on the left is obviously Vala and the naked figure in the center Jerusalem. (Veils and nakedness have often been explained to differentiate between the garment of worldlings and the nakedness in Eternity, which is to say that Vala represents the world and materiality while Jerusalem (the bride of Christ) represents the nakedness with which we all expect to arrive at the Heavenly Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that the church at the lower left is St. Paul, the citadel of Anglicanism, a flawed institution, especially in Blake's time, while the one on the right is Westminster Abbey, which goes back way before the Reformation. Once again, a marker between materiality and eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vala is dark- like Ulro, while Jerusalem is radiant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three younger figures clutched around Jerusalem might be called her daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-3318817648717526539?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/3318817648717526539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=3318817648717526539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3318817648717526539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3318817648717526539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-32.html' title='Plate 32'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1184930126655153575</id><published>2012-01-27T04:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:16:46.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00016/AN00016071_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 514px;" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00016/AN00016071_001_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;British Museum&lt;br /&gt;'The Christian Triumph', illustration to Young's 'Night Thoughts'&lt;br /&gt;Frontispiece to Night the Fourth&lt;br /&gt;1795-1797&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00016/AN00016071_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake seems to have lived through the 7TH and 8TH chapters of     Romans. His struggles with the demonic forces in the world as well     as his self-condemnation and doubt showed him the wretchedness from     which only Christ could release him. Emerging into the Light gave     him the strength to continue conquering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=5039492"&gt;Romans 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt;] But I see another law in my members, warring against the     law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin     which is in my members.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;] O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the     body of this death?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt;] I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with     the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law     of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/Letters/22.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letters&lt;/i&gt;, 22&lt;/a&gt;, (E 719)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To] Mr Butts, Gr Marlborough Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Felpham Novr. 22: 18O2&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But You will justly enquire why I have not written All this&lt;br /&gt;time to you? I answer I have been very Unhappy &amp;amp; could not think&lt;br /&gt;of troubling you about it or any of my real Friends (I have&lt;br /&gt;written many letters to you which I burnd &amp;amp; did not send)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And now let me finish with assuring you that Tho I have been&lt;br /&gt;very unhappy I am so no longer I am again Emerged into the light&lt;br /&gt;of Day I still &amp;amp; shall to Eternity Embrace Christianity and     Adore&lt;br /&gt;him who is the Express image of God but I have traveld thro&lt;br /&gt;Perils &amp;amp; Darkness not unlike a Champion I have Conquerd and     shall&lt;br /&gt;still Go on Conquering Nothing can withstand the fury of my&lt;br /&gt;Course among the Stars of God &amp;amp; in the Abysses of the Accuser My&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm is still what it was only Enlarged and confirmd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=5039493"&gt;Romans 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;34&lt;/b&gt;] Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea     rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God,     who also maketh intercession for us.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt;] Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall     tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness,     or peril, or sword?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;36&lt;/b&gt;] As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day     long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;37&lt;/b&gt;] Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors     through him that loved us.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;38&lt;/b&gt;] For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor     angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor     things to come,&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;39&lt;/b&gt;] Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be     able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus     our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post on&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/Letters/23.htm"&gt; second part&lt;/a&gt; of Blake's letter to Butts (Nov 22, 1802):&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-walk-to-levant.html"&gt; ON THE WALK TO LAVANT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00016/AN00016071_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1184930126655153575?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1184930126655153575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1184930126655153575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1184930126655153575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1184930126655153575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/christian-triumph.html' title='CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-254907521355840813</id><published>2012-01-25T06:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:26:34.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><title type='text'>FOUR GATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/37/Blake_Book_of_Job_Linell_set_14.jpg/402px-Blake_Book_of_Job_Linell_set_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 447px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/37/Blake_Book_of_Job_Linell_set_14.jpg/402px-Blake_Book_of_Job_Linell_set_14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illustrations to the Book of Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Linnell Set&lt;br /&gt;     Picture 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Blake's famous concept of Fourfold is something of a misnomer. The       fourfoldness of Blake's system is repeated at multiple levels. For       instance, the Zoas each contained aspects of the three other Zoas.       The mathematical concept of &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/physics/mandelbrot-fractal.html"&gt;fractals&lt;/a&gt; may give us a handle on the       way Blake keeps dividing his entities into replicas at more minute       scales. The information contained at each level of the fractal       supplies the information for other levels. Just as the hologram       contains all of the information for the entire image in each       particular, each iteration of the fractal is a replication of the       original. Blake's multiple divisions allow us to examine the       repetition of manifestations of archetypical entities as they are       visible in multiple situations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In this passage from Jerusalem, Blake is clearly inviting us to dig     deeper as we explore the gates through which transitions are accomplished.     I've divided the passage into sections to emphasise the repetition     of four within each of the four gates. I've italicised the number     four of which there are 17 occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;     , Plate 12, (E 156)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "And the     &lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;     Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity&lt;br /&gt;   ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North,&lt;br /&gt;   The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.&lt;br /&gt;   These are the&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Faces     towards the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; Worlds of     Humanity&lt;br /&gt;   In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.&lt;br /&gt;   And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.&lt;br /&gt;   And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the &lt;b&gt;North Gate&lt;/b&gt; of Golgonooza toward &lt;b&gt;Generation&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;   Has &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; sculpturd Bulls     terrible before the Gate of iron.&lt;br /&gt;   And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward &lt;b&gt;Ulro&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;   Clay bak'd &amp;amp; enamel'd, eternal glowing as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;     furnaces:&lt;br /&gt;   Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power.&lt;br /&gt;   And that toward&lt;b&gt; Beulah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,     gold, silver, brass, &amp;amp; iron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   PLATE 13&lt;br /&gt;   And that toward&lt;b&gt; Eden&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;,     form'd of gold, silver, brass, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;   iron.&lt;br /&gt;   _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The     &lt;b&gt; South, a golden Gate&lt;/b&gt;, has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;     Lions terrible, living!&lt;br /&gt;   That toward &lt;b&gt;Generation&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;,     of iron carv'd wondrous:&lt;br /&gt;   That toward&lt;b&gt; Ulro&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;,     clay bak'd, laborious workmanship&lt;br /&gt;   That toward&lt;b&gt; Eden&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;;     immortal gold, silver, brass &amp;amp; iron.&lt;br /&gt;   _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The &lt;b&gt;Western Gate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;fold,     is closd: having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; Cherubim&lt;br /&gt;   Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!&lt;br /&gt;   Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings&lt;br /&gt;   That towards&lt;b&gt; Generation&lt;/b&gt;, iron; that toward&lt;b&gt; Beulah&lt;/b&gt;,     stone;&lt;br /&gt;   That toward &lt;b&gt;Ulro&lt;/b&gt;, clay: that toward &lt;b&gt;Eden&lt;/b&gt;, metals.&lt;br /&gt;   But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield&lt;br /&gt;   their dead&lt;br /&gt;   _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The &lt;b&gt;Eastern Gate&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;fold:     terrible &amp;amp; deadly its ornaments:&lt;br /&gt;   Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs&lt;br /&gt;   Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That toward     &lt;b&gt; Eden&lt;/b&gt;, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds&lt;br /&gt;   Of forms of death: and that toward&lt;b&gt; Beulah&lt;/b&gt;, stone:&lt;br /&gt;   The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And that toward     &lt;b&gt; Ulro&lt;/b&gt;, forms of war: seven enormities:&lt;br /&gt;   And that toward &lt;b&gt;Generation&lt;/b&gt;, seven generative forms.&lt;br /&gt;   ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And every part of the City is     &lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;fold;     &amp;amp; every inhabitant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;fold.&lt;br /&gt;   And every pot &amp;amp; vessel &amp;amp; garment &amp;amp; utensil of the     houses,&lt;br /&gt;   And every house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;fold;&lt;b&gt;       but the third Gate in every one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;       Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory &amp;amp; fine linen       &amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;       ermine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire,&lt;br /&gt;   Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace &amp;amp; the golden Looms of Cathedron."  &lt;br /&gt;   ______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Blake's symbols do not readily yield their content. This is partly     because the meaning they convey can be read as viewed from afar or     from close-up. We focus our eyes on the object or on a plane to     which we want to give attention. Blake has written in such a way     that the focus of our attention will allow us to move about his     worlds in their infinite variety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Letters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;     , 16, to Thomas Butts, (E 712)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre&gt;"Each grain of Sand&lt;br /&gt;  Every Stone on the Land&lt;br /&gt;  Each rock &amp;amp; each hill&lt;br /&gt;  Each fountain &amp;amp; rill&lt;br /&gt;  Each herb &amp;amp; each tree&lt;br /&gt;  Mountain hill Earth &amp;amp; Sea&lt;br /&gt;  Cloud Meteor &amp;amp; Star&lt;br /&gt;  Are Men Seen Afar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-254907521355840813?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/254907521355840813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=254907521355840813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/254907521355840813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/254907521355840813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/four-gates.html' title='FOUR GATES'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-907088191993523819</id><published>2012-01-24T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:34:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Plate 31&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 45 [31]&lt;br /&gt;His western heaven with rocky clouds of death &amp;amp; despair.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine&lt;br /&gt;     Vision&lt;br /&gt;Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions&lt;br /&gt;Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves&lt;br /&gt;Of despair &amp;amp; death, to search the tempters out, walking among &lt;br /&gt;Albions rocks &amp;amp; precipices! caves of solitude &amp;amp; dark despair,&lt;br /&gt;And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded &amp;amp; murderd&lt;br /&gt;But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute&lt;br /&gt;     particulars&lt;br /&gt;Of which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up&lt;br /&gt;The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it down   &lt;br /&gt;Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, &amp;amp; souls are&lt;br /&gt;     bak'd&lt;br /&gt;In bricks to build the&lt;b&gt; pyramids of Heber &amp;amp; Terah&lt;/b&gt;. But Los&lt;br /&gt;Searchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.&lt;br /&gt;He came down from Highgate thro Hackney &amp;amp; Holloway towards London&lt;br /&gt;Till he came to old Stratford &amp;amp; thence to Stepney &amp;amp; the Isle     &lt;br /&gt;Of Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers side&lt;br /&gt;And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running&lt;br /&gt;     down&lt;br /&gt;The kennels of the streets &amp;amp; lanes as if they were abhorrd.&lt;br /&gt;Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral&lt;br /&gt;Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand:&lt;br /&gt;And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth &amp;amp; mire,&lt;br /&gt;Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate&lt;br /&gt;To where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem:&lt;br /&gt;A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be&lt;br /&gt;His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded   &lt;br /&gt;Dens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vain&lt;br /&gt;Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none:&lt;br /&gt;And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tears&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these &lt;br /&gt;     Criminals&lt;br /&gt;I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so&lt;br /&gt;     constructed    &lt;br /&gt;And builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always&lt;br /&gt;     escape,&lt;br /&gt;And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence;&lt;br /&gt;If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;In way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: O whom&lt;br /&gt;Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!       &lt;br /&gt;O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Thou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the Sons&lt;br /&gt;Of Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0031q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0031q.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness &amp;amp; horrid solitude:&lt;br /&gt;And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster &amp;amp; Marybone,    &lt;br /&gt;Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.&lt;br /&gt;At length he sat on London Stone, &amp;amp; heard Jerusalems voice.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars,&lt;br /&gt;Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holy            &lt;br /&gt;They are of Faith &amp;amp; not of Demonstration: wherefore is Vala&lt;br /&gt;Clothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!&lt;br /&gt;I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs&lt;br /&gt;I feel the iron threads of love &amp;amp; jealousy &amp;amp; despair.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion            &lt;br /&gt;And now recieves reproach &amp;amp; hate. Was it not said of old&lt;br /&gt;Set your Son before a man &amp;amp; he shall take you &amp;amp; your sons&lt;br /&gt;For slaves: but set your Daughter before a man &amp;amp; She&lt;br /&gt;Shall make him &amp;amp; his sons &amp;amp; daughters your slaves for ever!&lt;br /&gt;And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, &amp;amp; Luvah          &lt;br /&gt;Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern&lt;br /&gt;     heaven&lt;br /&gt;Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah:&lt;br /&gt;And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art all&lt;br /&gt;This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the House of Albion, &amp;amp; here is thy secluded place        &lt;br /&gt;And here we have found thy sins: &amp;amp; hence we turn thee forth,&lt;br /&gt;For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins:&lt;br /&gt;Because thou art the impurity &amp;amp; the harlot: &amp;amp; thy children!&lt;br /&gt;Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat &amp;amp; drink&lt;br /&gt;Offering: to sustain the glorious combat &amp;amp; the battle &amp;amp; war      &lt;br /&gt;That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River:&lt;br /&gt;And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the&lt;br /&gt;     hills&lt;br /&gt;Of Surrey across Middlesex &amp;amp; across Albions House&lt;br /&gt;Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate, &lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 194-5)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;The bottom picture:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The figure on the left is Vala; she holds a spindle in her &lt;br /&gt;right hand and in her left she passes the thread between&lt;br /&gt;her legs and enmeshes Jerusalem in her vale. Reading line 48-9 Jerusalem says 'round my limbs I feel the iron threads of jealousy and despair' (Morton Paley; page 180). &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'The pyramids of Heber and Terah' Heber was the son of Shem, father of the Semites(?). Terah was Abraham's father.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The post concerns Los and his globe of fire. Highgate, Hackney, and Holloway are various locations away from London as are Straford, Stepney, and the Isle of Leutha's Dogs; Blake is telling us that Los made his journey through southwestern England searching for the interiors of Albions bosom. (The man had a vivid imagination!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The fallen Albion obviously had a dismal bosom; this may be Blake's way of commenting on Luke 16:19-26. Albion and (father) Abraham might well be compared; therefore Blake might be commenting of the iron laws of the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There's much more to this plate!!&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-907088191993523819?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/907088191993523819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=907088191993523819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/907088191993523819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/907088191993523819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-31.html' title='Post 31'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5841634202544767833</id><published>2012-01-23T06:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:19:46.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciousness'/><title type='text'>YOUR WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Milton's Mysterious Dream&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor Illustration to       Milton's &lt;i&gt;L'Allegro&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Il Penseroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Wikimedia Commons&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Penseroso_%26_L%27Allegro_William_Blake11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 597px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Penseroso_%26_L%27Allegro_William_Blake11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Each person creates his own universe according to Blake and he       takes it with him wherever he goes. His reasoning mind provides an       abstraction of a microscopic or macroscopic world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;       but man lives within the cavern of his skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton, PLATE 29 [31], (E 127)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los&lt;br /&gt;      And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place:&lt;br /&gt;      Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount&lt;br /&gt;      Of twenty-five cubits in height, &lt;b&gt;such space is his Universe&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;      And on its verge the Sun rises &amp;amp; sets. the Clouds bow&lt;br /&gt;      To meet the flat Earth &amp;amp; the Sea in such an orderd Space:&lt;br /&gt;      The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set&lt;br /&gt;      On all sides &amp;amp; the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:&lt;br /&gt;      And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move.&lt;br /&gt;      Wher'eer he goes &amp;amp; all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:&lt;br /&gt;      Such are the Spaces called Earth &amp;amp; such its dimension:&lt;br /&gt;      As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner,&lt;br /&gt;      As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In the Eternal world there is no differentiation among aspects of       existence because all belong to one reality and can enter into       each other through the means of mind or body. In the limited       existence where we dwell, the individuality experiences itself as       mind and body, internal and external, oneself and other. The       imagination contains the paradigm whose shadow is projected       externally and perceived as exterior worlds.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; , Plate 71, (E 225)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all are Men in Eternity. Rivers Mountains Cities Villages,&lt;br /&gt;      All are Human &amp;amp; when you enter into their Bosoms you walk&lt;br /&gt;      In Heavens &amp;amp; Earths; as in your own Bosom you bear your Heaven&lt;br /&gt;      And Earth, &amp;amp; all you behold, tho it appears Without it is       Within&lt;br /&gt;      In your Imagination of which this World of Mortality is but a&lt;br /&gt;      Shadow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The confusion between the subjective and objective infects the       mind which cannot distinguish between what is internal mental       processing and the projected world of mind created images. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; , PLATE 32 [36], (E 179)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin&lt;br /&gt;      Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;      Judgment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the&lt;br /&gt;      Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace&lt;br /&gt;      His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call&lt;br /&gt;      By the name of Morality. their Daughters govern all&lt;br /&gt;      In hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning&lt;br /&gt;      Art &amp;amp; Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death&lt;br /&gt;      Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom&lt;br /&gt;      It seems to Be, &amp;amp; is productive of the most dreadful&lt;br /&gt;      Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of&lt;br /&gt;      Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy&lt;br /&gt;      Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen&lt;br /&gt;      And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;       The distortion of Eternal reality  which results from the       assumptions made in Ulro (the exclusively material world) is seen       to amuse the Eternals.  But they realize that the illusions which       are thought to be real produce consequences which seem to the       individual to be just as real as if they were accurate       descriptions of Eternal realities. The undistorted perception is       reached through receiving the integration of spirit and matter       achieved and made available through Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5841634202544767833?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5841634202544767833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5841634202544767833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5841634202544767833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5841634202544767833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-world.html' title='YOUR WORLD'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-121860974811682282</id><published>2012-01-22T02:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:49:45.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;PLATE 29 [33]&lt;br /&gt;Turning his back to the Divine Vision, his Spectrous&lt;br /&gt;Chaos before his face appeard: an Unformed Memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion darkning cold&lt;br /&gt;From the back &amp;amp; loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your Rational Power O Albion &amp;amp; that Human Form        &lt;br /&gt;You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long&lt;br /&gt;That creeps forth in a night &amp;amp; is dried in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated &amp;amp; lost&lt;br /&gt;It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills&lt;br /&gt;Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook  &lt;br /&gt;Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills &amp;amp; rivers[.]&lt;br /&gt;Battersea &amp;amp; Chelsea mourn, London &amp;amp; Canterbury tremble&lt;br /&gt;Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over[.]&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller&lt;br /&gt;And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over them      &lt;br /&gt;With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great Selfhood&lt;br /&gt;Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Having a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out&lt;br /&gt;A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a Heart     &lt;br /&gt;From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions&lt;br /&gt;Producing many Heads three or seven or ten, &amp;amp; hands &amp;amp; feet&lt;br /&gt;Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator&lt;br /&gt;Who becomes his food[:] such is the way of the Devouring Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos[.]&lt;br /&gt;Albions Emanation which he had hidden in jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Appeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the Chaos&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Albion spoke&lt;/b&gt;. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp&lt;br /&gt;Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness  &lt;br /&gt;I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted&lt;br /&gt;Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd field&lt;br /&gt;Whence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine Vision&lt;br /&gt;Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vala replied in clouds of tears Albions garment embracing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a City &amp;amp; a Temple built by Albions Children.&lt;br /&gt;I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill &amp;amp; valley&lt;br /&gt;The River of Life to flow against my walls &amp;amp; among my trees&lt;br /&gt;Vala was Albions Bride &amp;amp; Wife in great Eternity&lt;br /&gt;The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;And in her Courts among her little Children offering up&lt;br /&gt;The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!&lt;br /&gt;Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet        &lt;br /&gt;Immingled God &amp;amp; Man, when thou &amp;amp; I, hid the Divine Vision&lt;br /&gt;In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know me now Albion: look upon me I alone am Beauty&lt;br /&gt;The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala&lt;br /&gt;I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave    &lt;br /&gt;Born of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mighty&lt;br /&gt;For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love&lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 175-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0033q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0033q.jpg" height="320" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notes&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Albion turned has back on the Divine Vision, and his Spectre was a sorry replacement (it's like going from Heaven to Hell, which many of us do much of the time, perhaps always; Albion is us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spectre tells Albion that he's his Rational Power, and Man is very inconsequential ('a worm seventy inches long living (a half life!) only during the Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake goes on to name four British places that will disappear with time, much like the biblical places that the prophets excoriated (a home of jackals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spectre goes on to tell Albion he's &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the Great Selfhood Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth"; his last line is just below the picture;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lions seem to be pulling a plow, directed by whom? The Spectre! Erdman sees the Spectre trying to push, rather than guide the plow, and he adds that the Spectre should be pulling it 'with Los in control'. (The Illuminated Blake, P 308).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;Albion spoke &lt;/b&gt;to Vala&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; accusing her of prostitution of the Divine Vision,  with '&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;darkness immingled with light&lt;/tt&gt;' &lt;tt&gt;and convincing him to hide the Divine Vision.&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Vala replies &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;convincing him to hide the Divine Vision.&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt;'For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;'.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-121860974811682282?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/121860974811682282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=121860974811682282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/121860974811682282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/121860974811682282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-29.html' title='Plate 29'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4521525034710018499</id><published>2012-01-21T05:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:06:56.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciousness'/><title type='text'>BRING FORTH A WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt; There are       resemblances between Blake's thought and the current theories of       cognition. In &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fritjofcapra.net/"&gt;Fritjof Capra's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Web-of-Life/Fritjof-Capra/e/9780385476768"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Web of Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we read of       the development of theories of cognition which go under the names       such as 'dynamical systems theory', 'the theory of complexity',       'nonlinear dynamics', and 'network dynamics.' Capra has attempted       to follow the change of paradigms from the mechanistic to the       ecological worldview in understanding living systems.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I read of nonlinear thinking, feedback loops, and bringing       forth a world, I am reminded that Blake spoke of these things in       his own language of symbolic poetry 200 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   p 264&lt;br /&gt;   "In the  emerging theory of living systems mind is not a thing,       but a process. It is cognition, the process of knowing, it is       identified with the process of life itself. This is the essence of       the Santiago theory of cognition, proposed by Humberto Maturana       and Francisco Varela.&lt;br /&gt;   ...&lt;br /&gt;    In ancient times the rational human mind was seen as merely one       aspect of the immaterial soul, or spirit. The basic distinction       was not between body and mind, but between body and soul, or body       and spirit. While the differentiation between soul and spirit was       fluid and fluctuated over time, both originally unified in       themselves two concepts - that of the force of life and the       activity of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;   In the languages of ancient times both of these ideas are       expressed through the metaphor of the breath of life. Indeed, the       etymological roots of 'soul' and 'spirit' mean 'breath' in many       antique languages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   p 267&lt;br /&gt;   "Since cognition traditionally is defined as the process of       knowing, we must be able to describe it in terms of an organism's       interactions with its environment. Indeed, this is what ,he       Santiago theory does. The specific phenomena underlying the       process of cognition is structural coupling. As we have seen, an       autopoietic system undergoes continual structural change while       preserving its weblike pattern of organization. It couples to its       environment structurally in other words, through recurrent       interactions, each of which triggers structural changes in the       system. The living system is autonomous, however. The environment       only triggers the structural changes, it does not specify or       direct them.&lt;br /&gt;   Now, the living system not only specifies these structural       changes, it also specifies which perturbations from the       environment trigger them. This is the key to the Santiago theory       of cognition. The structural changes in the system constitute acts       of cognition. By specifying which perturbations from the       environment trigger its changes, the system 'brings forth a       world', as Maturana and Varela put it. Cognition, then, is then       not a recognition of an independently existing world, but a       continual bring forth of a world through the process of living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   p 271&lt;br /&gt;   "Maturana and Varela do not maintain that there is a void out       there, out of which we create matter. There is a material world,       but it does not have any predetermined features. The authors of       the Santiago theory do not assert that 'nothing exists'; they       assert that 'no things exist' independent to the process of       cognition."        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from New York Public Library Digital Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milton&lt;/span&gt;, Plate 45&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Songs of Experience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; , Song 40, (E 23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=483085&amp;amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 397px;" src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=483085&amp;amp;t=w" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;      THE FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Little Fly&lt;br /&gt;   Thy summers play,&lt;br /&gt;   My thoughtless hand&lt;br /&gt;   Has brush'd away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Am not I&lt;br /&gt;   A fly like thee?&lt;br /&gt;   Or art not thou&lt;br /&gt;   A man like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For I dance&lt;br /&gt;   And drink &amp;amp; sing:&lt;br /&gt;   Till some blind hand&lt;br /&gt;   Shall brush my wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If thought is life&lt;br /&gt;   And strength &amp;amp; breath:&lt;br /&gt;   And the want&lt;br /&gt;   Of thought is death;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then am I&lt;br /&gt;   A happy fly,&lt;br /&gt;   If I live,&lt;br /&gt;   Or if I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem, Plate 27, (E 173)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " He witherd up the Human Form,&lt;br /&gt;   By laws of sacrifice for sin:&lt;br /&gt;   Till it became a Mortal Worm:&lt;br /&gt;   But O! translucent all within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Divine Vision still was seen&lt;br /&gt;   Still was the Human Form, Divine&lt;br /&gt;   Weeping in weak &amp;amp; mortal clay&lt;br /&gt;   O Jesus still the Form was thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And thine the Human Face &amp;amp; thine&lt;br /&gt;   The Human Hands &amp;amp; Feet &amp;amp; Breath&lt;br /&gt;   Entering thro' the Gates of Birth&lt;br /&gt;   And passing thro' the Gates of Death"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 26 [28], (E 122)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "These are the Sons of Los, &amp;amp; these the Labourers of the       Vintage&lt;br /&gt;   Thou seest the gorgeous clothed Flies that dance &amp;amp; sport in&lt;br /&gt;   summer&lt;br /&gt;   Upon the sunny brooks &amp;amp; meadows: every one the dance&lt;br /&gt;   Knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave:&lt;br /&gt;   Each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance,&lt;br /&gt;   To touch each other &amp;amp; recede; to cross &amp;amp; change &amp;amp;       return&lt;br /&gt;   These are the Children of Los; thou seest the Trees on mountains&lt;br /&gt;   The wind blows heavy, loud they thunder thro' the darksom sky&lt;br /&gt;   Uttering prophecies &amp;amp; speaking instructive words to the sons&lt;br /&gt;   Of men: These are the Sons of Los! These the Visions of Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But we see only as it were the hem of their garments&lt;br /&gt;   When with our vegetable eyes we view these wond'rous Visions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=483085&amp;amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4521525034710018499?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4521525034710018499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4521525034710018499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4521525034710018499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4521525034710018499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-forth-world.html' title='BRING FORTH A WORLD'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5555888045582286856</id><published>2012-01-20T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:35:00.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PLATE 28 [This is the beginning of Chapter 2 (To the Jews),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but the previous Plate directly addressed the Jews.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Chap: 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every ornament of perfection&lt;/b&gt;, and every labour of love,&lt;br /&gt;In all the Garden of Eden, &amp;amp; in all the golden mountains&lt;br /&gt;Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy:&lt;br /&gt;And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher &amp;amp; judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships&lt;br /&gt;Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all&lt;br /&gt;These hills &amp;amp; valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin&lt;br /&gt;I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!         &lt;br /&gt;A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:&lt;br /&gt;That Man be separate from Man, &amp;amp; here I plant my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cold snows&lt;/b&gt; drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around&lt;br /&gt;He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!&lt;br /&gt;A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law             &lt;br /&gt;Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand)&lt;br /&gt;They bent down, they felt the earth and again enrooting&lt;br /&gt;Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd)&lt;br /&gt;     Enemies  &lt;br /&gt;For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,&lt;br /&gt;Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace&lt;br /&gt;He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons&lt;br /&gt;Must have become the first Victims, being the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;transgressors&lt;br /&gt;But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strong &lt;br /&gt;Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,&lt;br /&gt;In Shame &amp;amp; Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!&lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 174)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0028q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0028q.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every ornament of perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The two paragraphs describe the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;natural sequence of events in the world (or more properly in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ulro when the Fall happened: this life is a Vale of Tears. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fallen Albion condemns everything good and beautiful to be Sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;condensed into hard rock and that 'Man be separate from Man'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'&lt;b&gt;Cold Snows&lt;/b&gt;': it's an Ice Age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tyburns brook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;':&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a boy Blake lived close to Tyburn, where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;frequent public hangings took place (often including small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;children).  That was emphatically burned into his consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and may have led to his frequent mention of Druidic practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'&lt;b&gt;A deadly Tree&lt;/b&gt;': the Tree of Mystery, where Christ was crucified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(The Tree was mentioned in the Old Testament.) It was related to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the Law of Moses, with all its 'thou shalt nots'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Tree grew and turned into a banyan, 'an endless labyrinth of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;woe'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Eternal mode is 'self-sacrifice', but after the Fall it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;became sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You and I may struggle with the last paragraph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/jerusalem.e.p28.300.jpg"&gt;The Picture&lt;/a&gt;: (Click on this picture, and it will enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;many fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The two lovers in the lilly are lovely, but notice the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;snake that's coiled around them. The two lovers of course are Adam and Eve, The first paragraph of the text shows the lilly as the Garden of Eden. (Some people interpret the long rope as a veil.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In later copies of this plate the lovers can be seen as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;two females, namely Vala and Jerusalem; it's like The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. Erdman (307) thought the background to be the Thames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There appear four fish, the second one (where Albion 'plants his seat' thought to be a kind of shrimp.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5555888045582286856?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5555888045582286856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5555888045582286856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5555888045582286856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5555888045582286856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-28.html' title='Plate 28'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-978590173835698900</id><published>2012-01-19T06:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:23:10.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>MENTAL THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7b/TNNR_Series_b_Plate_3_%28I%29_-_1794_version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 443px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7b/TNNR_Series_b_Plate_3_%28I%29_-_1794_version.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;The mental world in which the imagination lives is the world to     which Blake invites us. In one of his first illuminated works, &lt;i&gt;There       is no Natural Religion&lt;/i&gt;, he teaches that the sense organs do not provide the       totality of perception.  The mind processes the input which the       senses receive. Art and science which depend on presenting       descriptions on the material world as perceived by the senses,       without seeking the element of the Eternal which is revealed       through Imagination, is to Blake bad art and science.  The       exterior world receives its meaning from the mind that perceives       it - not the reverse. Thought for Blake is ever active: engaging       in intellectual conflict which creates 'Mental forms" which build       the 'Universe stupendous.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There is No Natural Religion&lt;/i&gt;     , Series b, Plate 2, (E 2)&lt;br /&gt;  "I . Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception. he&lt;br /&gt;  percieves more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A Vision of the Last Judgment&lt;/i&gt;     , (E 565)&lt;br /&gt;  "The Last Judgment is an Overwhelming of Bad Art &amp;amp; Science.&lt;br /&gt;  Mental Things are alone Real what is Calld Corporeal Nobody Knows&lt;br /&gt;  of its Dwelling Place &lt;it&gt; is in Fallacy &amp;amp; its Existence     an&lt;br /&gt;  Imposture Where is the Existence Out of Mind or Thought Where is&lt;br /&gt;  it but in the Mind of a Fool. Some People flatter themselves&lt;br /&gt;  that there will be No Last Judgment &amp;amp; that Bad Art will be&lt;br /&gt;  adopted &amp;amp; mixed with Good Art That Error or Experiment will make&lt;br /&gt;  a Part of Truth &amp;amp; they Boast that it is its Foundation these&lt;br /&gt;  People flatter themselves I will not Flatter them Error is&lt;br /&gt;  Created Truth is Eternal Error or Creation will be Burned Up &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;  then &amp;amp; not till then Truth or Eternity will appear It is Burnt     up&lt;br /&gt;  the Moment Men cease to behold it I assert for My self that I do&lt;br /&gt;  not behold the Outward Creation &amp;amp; that to me it is hindrance     &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;  not Action it is as the Dirt upon my feet No part of Me. What it&lt;br /&gt;  will be Questiond When the Sun rises do you not see a round&lt;br /&gt;  Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea O no no I see an Innumerable&lt;br /&gt;  company of the Heavenly host crying Holy Holy Holy is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;  God Almighty I question not my Corporeal or Vegetative Eye any&lt;br /&gt;  more than I would Question a Window concerning a Sight I look&lt;br /&gt;  thro it &amp;amp; not with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;     , Plate 1, (E 95)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads&lt;br /&gt;  against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the&lt;br /&gt;  Camp, the Court, &amp;amp; the University: who would if they could, for&lt;br /&gt;  ever depress Mental &amp;amp; prolong Corporeal War. Painters! on you I&lt;br /&gt;  call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fash[i]onable Fools&lt;br /&gt;  to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for&lt;br /&gt;  contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they&lt;br /&gt;  make of such works; believe Christ &amp;amp; his Apostles that there is     a&lt;br /&gt;  Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying. We do not&lt;br /&gt;  want either Greek or Roman Models if we are but just &amp;amp; true to&lt;br /&gt;  our own Imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall&lt;br /&gt;  live for ever; in Jesus our Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;     , PLATE 30 [33], (E 129)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Lo the Eternal Great Humanity&lt;br /&gt;  To whom be Glory &amp;amp; Dominion Evermore Amen&lt;br /&gt;  Walks among all his awful Family seen in every face&lt;br /&gt;  As the breath of the Almighty. such are the words of man to man&lt;br /&gt;  In the great Wars of Eternity, in fury of Poetic Inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;  To build the Universe stupendous: Mental forms Creating" &lt;/it&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-978590173835698900?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/978590173835698900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=978590173835698900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/978590173835698900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/978590173835698900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/mental-things.html' title='MENTAL THINGS'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-9024083352440923329</id><published>2012-01-18T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:15:41.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&amp;nbsp;The length of the text in this plate is monumental.  You could usually use 10&lt;br /&gt;posts to show it all.  Here we can only make a few scattered remards; I will &lt;br /&gt;only touch on somed words that might seem mysterious to the reader:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion!&lt;/b&gt; I wonder if Blake wasn't&lt;br /&gt;expressing amazement at the idea: Jerusalem is a place in Palestine for most&lt;br /&gt;of us, but it meant something very differenent to Blake; for him it&lt;br /&gt;poetically connotes the better side of Abion (Mankind), the spiritual or&lt;br /&gt;Eternal side.  In the same way Vala expressed the material, temporal side&lt;br /&gt;of Albion.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The idea that Jerusalem was the 'Seat' of universal religion; it was the&lt;br /&gt;The Religion of Jesus! (This he said to the Jews.) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem was also a song at the beginning of Milton, a song that voters in&lt;br /&gt;the Labor party in England considered their national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;To study and enjoy Blake, or any meaningful poetry you have to be willing&lt;br /&gt;to entertain (in your imagination at least) multiple meanings or&lt;br /&gt;connotations of words. Jerusalem became the name of Blake's epic poem and&lt;br /&gt;prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on to relate the Old Testament patriarches to Druidism, and he&lt;br /&gt;equates the patriarches with &lt;b&gt;oak groves&lt;/b&gt;. (That's poetry!!) &lt;br /&gt;What follows is a beautiful nature poem, reminiscent of the time when the&lt;br /&gt;boy went gamboling over the environs of London, filled with pleasant&lt;br /&gt;memories, among the boys was the lamb of God with Jerusalem, his bride:&lt;br /&gt;(exquisite!) with forgiveness for all.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But it's interrupted by the 'mighty ruin' (the fallen Garden of Eden)&lt;br /&gt;with the 'fatal tree' of mystery (often thought of as an apple tree)&lt;br /&gt;that Adam and Eve disobediently ate, the Knowledge of Good and Evil.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And here we have one of so many pointed and succinct oppositions&lt;br /&gt;between Innocence and Experience.  It's the fate of all to begin in&lt;br /&gt;Innocence and proceed to Experience.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Blake's work is poetic, philosophic and sermonic.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Albion's Spectre brings forth Satan and cataclysm.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Beginning on page 173, after a paragraph of woe we find&lt;br /&gt;"The Divine Vision still was seen" in the form of Jesus, who&lt;br /&gt;'entered through the Gates of Birth' and passed through&lt;br /&gt;'the Gates of Death' (pure gospel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Blake(?) confesses that he killed Jesus in his self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;pride and asks for the 'Spirit of his Love' and claims the&lt;br /&gt;Spectre as his own Selfhood (Satan)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(Satan is not a person, but a State we may at any time enter.) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0027q.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0027q.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text of PLATE 27&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                               To the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion!&lt;/b&gt; Can it be? Is it a&lt;br /&gt;Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive&lt;br /&gt;Seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true: my title-page is&lt;br /&gt;also True, that Jerusalem was &amp;amp; is the Emanation of the Giant&lt;br /&gt;Albion.  It is True, and cannot be controverted.  Ye are united O&lt;br /&gt;ye Inhabitants of Earth in One Religion.  The Religion of Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;the most Ancient, the Eternal: &amp;amp; the Everlasting Gospel--The&lt;br /&gt;Wicked will turn it to Wickedness,&lt;br /&gt;the Righteous to Righteousness.  Amen! Huzza! Selah!&lt;br /&gt;  "All things Begin &amp;amp; End in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem,&lt;br /&gt;and Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the&lt;br /&gt;Patriarchal Pillars &amp;amp; Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to&lt;br /&gt;this day.&lt;br /&gt;  You have a tradition, that Man anciently containd in his mighty&lt;br /&gt;limbs all things in Heaven &amp;amp; Earth: this you recieved from the&lt;br /&gt;Druids.&lt;br /&gt;  "But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of&lt;br /&gt;Albion"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Albion was the Parent of the Druids; &amp;amp; in his Chaotic State of&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Satan &amp;amp; Adam &amp;amp; the whole World was Created by the Elohim.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The fields from Islington to Marybone, &lt;br /&gt;To Primrose Hill and Saint Johns Wood:&lt;br /&gt;  Were builded over with pillars of gold, &lt;br /&gt;And there Jerusalems pillars stood.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Her Little-ones ran on the fields                             &lt;br /&gt;The Lamb of God among them seen&lt;br /&gt;  And fair Jerusalem his Bride:&lt;br /&gt;Among the little meadows green.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- 171 -&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Pancrass &amp;amp; Kentish-town repose&lt;br /&gt;Among her golden pillars high:                 &lt;br /&gt;  Among her golden arches which&lt;br /&gt;Shine upon the starry sky.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Jews-harp-house &amp;amp; the Green Man;&lt;br /&gt;The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight:&lt;br /&gt;  The fields of Cows by Willans farm:         &lt;br /&gt;Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  She walks upon our meadows green:&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb of God walks by her side:&lt;br /&gt;  And every English Child is seen,&lt;br /&gt;Children of Jesus &amp;amp; his Bride,                &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Forgiving trespasses and sins&lt;br /&gt;Lest Babylon with cruel Og,&lt;br /&gt;  With Moral &amp;amp; Self-righteous Law&lt;br /&gt;Should Crucify in Satans Synagogue!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  What are those golden Builders doing          &lt;br /&gt;Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington&lt;br /&gt;  Standing above that mighty Ruin&lt;br /&gt;Where Satan the first victory won.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree&lt;br /&gt;And the Druids golden Knife,                    &lt;br /&gt;  Rioted in human gore,&lt;br /&gt;In Offerings of Human Life&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  They groan'd aloud on London Stone&lt;br /&gt;They groand aloud on Tyburns Brook&lt;br /&gt;  Albion gave his deadly groan,                &lt;br /&gt;And all the Atlantic Mountains shook&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Albions Spectre from his Loins&lt;br /&gt;Tore forth in all the pomp of War!&lt;br /&gt;  Satan his name: in flames of fire&lt;br /&gt;He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far.             &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale,&lt;br /&gt;Down thro Poplar &amp;amp; Old Bow;&lt;br /&gt;  Thro Malden &amp;amp; acros the Sea,&lt;br /&gt;In War &amp;amp; howling death &amp;amp; woe.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Rhine was red with human blood:           &lt;br /&gt;The Danube rolld a purple tide:&lt;br /&gt;  On the Euphrates Satan stood:&lt;br /&gt;And over Asia stretch'd his pride.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- 172 -&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  He witherd up sweet Zions Hill,&lt;br /&gt;From every Nation of the Earth:        &lt;br /&gt;  He witherd up Jerusalems Gates,&lt;br /&gt;And in a dark Land gave her birth.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  He witherd up the Human Form,&lt;br /&gt;By laws of sacrifice for sin:&lt;br /&gt;  Till it became a Mortal Worm:    &lt;br /&gt;But O! translucent all within.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Divine Vision still was seen&lt;br /&gt;Still was the Human Form, Divine&lt;br /&gt;  Weeping in weak &amp;amp; mortal clay&lt;br /&gt;O Jesus still the Form was thine.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And thine the Human Face &amp;amp; thine&lt;br /&gt;The Human Hands &amp;amp; Feet &amp;amp; Breath&lt;br /&gt;  Entering thro' the Gates of Birth&lt;br /&gt;And passing thro' the Gates of Death&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And O thou Lamb of God, whom I    &lt;br /&gt;Slew in my dark self-righteous pride:&lt;br /&gt;  Art thou return'd to Albions Land!&lt;br /&gt;And is Jerusalem thy Bride?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Come to my arms &amp;amp; never more&lt;br /&gt;Depart; but dwell for ever here:         &lt;br /&gt;  Create my Spirit to thy Love:&lt;br /&gt;Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!&lt;br /&gt;In clouds of blood &amp;amp; ruin roll'd:&lt;br /&gt;  I here reclaim thee as my own         &lt;br /&gt;My Selfhood! Satan! armd in gold.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Is this thy soft Family-Love&lt;br /&gt;Thy cruel Patriarchal pride&lt;br /&gt;  Planting thy Family alone&lt;br /&gt;Destroying all the World beside.         &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A mans worst enemies are those&lt;br /&gt;Of his own house &amp;amp; family;&lt;br /&gt;  And he who makes his law a curse,&lt;br /&gt;By his own law shall surely die.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In my Exchanges every Land       &lt;br /&gt;Shall walk, &amp;amp; mine in every Land,&lt;br /&gt;  Mutual shall build Jerusalem:&lt;br /&gt;Both heart in heart &amp;amp; hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- 173 -&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If Humility is Christianity; you O Jews are the true&lt;br /&gt;Christians; If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs,&lt;br /&gt;all Animals, is True &amp;amp; they were separated from him by cruel&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices: and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought&lt;br /&gt;Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the loins of Abraham &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;David: the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as&lt;br /&gt;the Prophets had foretold? The Return of Israel is a Return to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Sacrifice &amp;amp; War.  Take up the Cross O Israel &amp;amp; follow&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-9024083352440923329?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/9024083352440923329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=9024083352440923329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/9024083352440923329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/9024083352440923329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-27b.html' title='Plate 27'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-7749941814047935316</id><published>2012-01-17T05:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:24:08.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erdman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perception of the Infinite'/><title type='text'>FORM &amp; LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e0/Blake%27s_plate_for_Blair%27s_Grave_1805_%28white_line-.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 463px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e0/Blake%27s_plate_for_Blair%27s_Grave_1805_%28white_line-.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's engraving of Death's Door for Blair's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blake's watercolor of&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/butwba10.1.16.wc.300.jpg"&gt; Death's Door&lt;/a&gt; from which the engraving was made (courtesy of Blake Archive).&lt;br /&gt;Click on image to see the perfection of Blake's line and the delicate use of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/bb435.1.12-11.com.300.jpg"&gt;Schiavonetti's engraving&lt;/a&gt; of Blake's image as published in Cromek's edition of Blair's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Illustrations to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;eBooks@Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/b/blake/william/grave/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The University of Adelaide Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. J. T. Mitchell's chapter&lt;/tt&gt;     &lt;tt&gt;&lt;u&gt; Blake's Composite Art&lt;/u&gt; in the     anthology&lt;i&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/blake-s-visionary-forms-dramatic-id-9780691061894.aspx"&gt;Blake's Visionary Forms Dramatic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; edited by Erdman     and Grant, attempts to enlighten us on how the relationship of the     two sides of Blake's genius, painting and poetry can best be     understood. He sees the resolution of contraries including line and     color in the images, to be the exercise which Blake continually     repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 75&lt;/tt&gt;     &lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In spite of his theoretical preference for outline and form, Blake     often obscures his outlines with opaque pigments and heavy drapery.&lt;br /&gt;The resolution of this apparent contradiction between theory and     practice lies in a fuller understanding of the theory. The     subservience of light to form is, for Blake, a visual equivalent of     an ideal condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;, PLATE 54, (E 203)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Great Eternity, every particular Form gives forth Emanates&lt;br /&gt;Its own peculiar Light, &amp;amp; the Form is the Divine Vision&lt;br /&gt;And the Light is his Garment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relation of form to light is defined as that of the individual     and his Emanation, or of consciousness and the external world which     it projects. With the fall, however, consciousness becomes egotism     (male will) and the external world becomes an independent Nature     (female will). Form and light become, in this world, sexual     principles working in opposition. The resolution of this opposition     is attained by a procedure rather similar to the one we observed in     the relation of text and design, a dialectic of contraries. When     female nature, for instance, assumes an independent existence, it     becomes 'An outside shadowy surface super-added to the real Surface;     Which is unchangeable' (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;, Plate 83, E 241); that is color     freed from outline and obscuring it is the visual equivalent of     nature's obfuscating the imagination. The veil or garment is often     used as a metaphor for this idea of this idea of color, and     disposition of drapery in Blake's pictures can be seen to follow the     same principles as his treatment of color... Blake clothes many of     his figures to exhibit their immersion into the fallen world of time     and space... In the 'Death's Door' illustration to Blair's Grave     Blake similarly contrasts the entry into death (i.e., the fallen     world) with the 'awakening to Eternal life' by setting the clothed     figure who enters the grave against the naked figure atop the     grave."     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 83, (E 241)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Voice of Los]&lt;br /&gt;"That whatever is seen upon the Mundane Shell, the same&lt;br /&gt;Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the Sisters&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss &amp;amp; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the Center &amp;amp; sometimes stretch flat in the Expanse,&lt;br /&gt;According to the will of the lovely Daughters of Albion.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty Golgonooza:&lt;br /&gt;Touching its summits: &amp;amp; sometimes divided roll apart.&lt;br /&gt;As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold &amp;amp; unfold&lt;br /&gt;According to their will&lt;b&gt; the outside surface of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real Surface;&lt;br /&gt;Which is unchangeable for ever &amp;amp; ever Amen&lt;/b&gt;: so be it!&lt;br /&gt;Separate Albions Sons gently from their Emanations,&lt;br /&gt;Weaving bowers of delight on the current of infant Thames&lt;br /&gt;Where the old Parent still retains his youth as I alas!&lt;br /&gt;Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the conclusion of his chapter Mitchell states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Significance is located in the dialectic between the permanence of     outline and the mutability and momentary reality of color, just as     in the poetry the continuity of consciousness is affirmed and     realized in its ability persistently to give form to the changing     manifestations of itself and the world it perceives." (Page 80)&lt;/tt&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/b/blake/william/grave/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7749941814047935316?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/7749941814047935316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=7749941814047935316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7749941814047935316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7749941814047935316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/form-light.html' title='FORM &amp; LIGHT'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-9006836144985193953</id><published>2012-01-16T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:52:30.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 19 of Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0019q.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0019q.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plate 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PLATE 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His [Albion's] Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his&lt;br /&gt;     branches&lt;br /&gt;His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his&lt;br /&gt;     harp&lt;br /&gt;Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms &amp;amp; fire.&lt;br /&gt;His milk of Cows, &amp;amp; honey of Bees, &amp;amp; fruit of golden harvest,    &lt;br /&gt;Is gather'd in the scorching heat, &amp;amp; in the driving rain:&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;b&gt;Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;His Giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:&lt;br /&gt;Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;b&gt;The corn is turn'd to thistles&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; the apples into poison:         &lt;br /&gt;The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!&lt;br /&gt;The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless&lt;br /&gt;     infants!&lt;br /&gt;And self-exiled from the face of light &amp;amp; shine of morning,&lt;br /&gt;In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,        &lt;br /&gt;His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;b&gt;All his Affections now appear withoutside&lt;/b&gt;: all his Sons,&lt;br /&gt;Hand, Hyle &amp;amp; Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd &amp;amp; Hutton,&lt;br /&gt;Scofeld, Kox, Kotope &amp;amp; Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!&lt;br /&gt;Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:      &lt;br /&gt;Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath&lt;br /&gt;The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:&lt;br /&gt;Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize&lt;br /&gt;The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.&lt;br /&gt;Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abborrence     &lt;br /&gt;Suspition &amp;amp; revenge, &amp;amp; the seven discases of the Soul&lt;br /&gt;Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]&lt;br /&gt;Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;&lt;br /&gt;Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards  &lt;br /&gt;On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd&lt;br /&gt;Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:&lt;br /&gt;And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs&lt;br /&gt;Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all&lt;br /&gt;Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.               &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning&lt;br /&gt;Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose&lt;br /&gt;Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the&lt;br /&gt;     Moon&lt;br /&gt;And Albion fled inward among the currents of his rivers.&lt;br /&gt;He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd       &lt;br /&gt;In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala&lt;br /&gt;The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,&lt;br /&gt;In a sweet moony night &amp;amp; silence that they had created&lt;br /&gt;With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,&lt;br /&gt;Dividing &amp;amp; uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem             &lt;br /&gt;Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.&lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 163-65)&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;b&gt;This plate is an example of Albion's fundamental fallenness.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;(Much of it is taken from Night 9 of The Four Zoas. Look &lt;br /&gt;especially at Erdman 388-89))&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;"Where once he sat...." Our older readers will feel that&lt;br /&gt;intensely. (cf Isaiah 40:31)&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;"All his Affections now appear without...."&lt;br /&gt;His sons (listed here) are all the reprehensible figures in&lt;br /&gt;Blake's corpus &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;"The corn is turned to thistes": here we find an echo of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2009/11/enion-laments.html"&gt;Enion's Song,&lt;/a&gt; one of the most eloquent poems Blake ever&lt;br /&gt;wrote (especially at Erdman at the end of 324:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a&lt;br /&gt;     nourishing dainty&lt;br /&gt;I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a&lt;br /&gt;     poison tree&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen the serpent for a councellor &amp;amp; the dog&lt;br /&gt;For a schoolmaster to my children&lt;br /&gt;I have blotted out from light &amp;amp; living the dove &amp;amp; nightingale    &lt;br /&gt;And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door&lt;br /&gt;I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just&lt;br /&gt;I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning&lt;br /&gt;My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay&lt;br /&gt;My sun a pestilence burning at noon &amp;amp; a vapour of death in night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song&lt;br /&gt;Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the&lt;br /&gt;     price&lt;br /&gt;Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy&lt;br /&gt;And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun&lt;br /&gt;And in the vintage &amp;amp; to sing on the waggon loaded with corn&lt;br /&gt;It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted&lt;br /&gt;To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 36 &lt;br /&gt;To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season&lt;br /&gt;When the red blood is filld with wine &amp;amp; with the marrow of lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements&lt;br /&gt;To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter&lt;br /&gt;     house moan&lt;br /&gt;To see a god on every wind &amp;amp; a blessing on every blast           &lt;br /&gt;To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our&lt;br /&gt;     enemies house&lt;br /&gt;To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, &amp;amp; the sickness &lt;br /&gt;     that cuts off his children&lt;br /&gt;While our olive &amp;amp; vine sing &amp;amp; laugh round our door &amp;amp; our children&lt;br /&gt;     bring fruits &amp;amp; flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the groan &amp;amp; the dolor are quite forgotten &amp;amp; the slave&lt;br /&gt;     grinding at the mill&lt;br /&gt;And the captive in chains &amp;amp; the poor in the prison, &amp;amp; the soldier&lt;br /&gt;     in the field&lt;br /&gt;When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier&lt;br /&gt;     dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity&lt;br /&gt;Thus could I sing &amp;amp; thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Erdman 324-25) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 284px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cd/Laocoonphoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f7/Laocoon_blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 281px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f7/Laocoon_blake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f7/Laocoon_blake.jpg/509px-Laocoon_blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laocoon as it appeared with restorations in Blake's day and his image with inscriptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's &lt;i&gt; Laocoon &lt;/i&gt;was the continuation of his attempt to       present his ideas on life, art, imagination and spirituality in a       condensed and concentrated form. Believed to have been printed in       1826, existing in only two copies, it is a summation of the       lessons he had learned through a long life of exercising his       imagination in the continual practice of art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       In Volume 5 of the Blake Trust's series on Blake's Illuminated       Books comments are made about Blake's Laocoon print. From &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://press.princeton.edu/titles/5336.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The         Illuminated Books of William Blake, Volume 5: Milton, A Poem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,       &lt;span style="font-weight: lighter;"&gt;Edited by Robert N. Essick and         Joseph Viscomi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "The distinguishing feature of the engraving is of course the wall       of aphorisms, epigrams, and mini-narratives on subjects ranging       from Jesus to economics. They express Blake's personal struggle as       a visionary artist in a commercial age, and thus the struggle of       all inspired artist to make art in countries devoted to money,       moral law, war, and imitations." Page 231&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "In his other treatises on art, including &lt;i&gt; On Homer Poetry&lt;/i&gt;,       &lt;i&gt;A Descriptive Catalogue &lt;/i&gt;and the &lt;i&gt;Public Address&lt;/i&gt;,       Blake locates the primary obstacles to the creation of true and       inspired art in the perverted taste of his day. Copies and       translations were preferred to original engravings, blots and       blurs were preferred to line, and unity and morality were       preferred to works predicated on the unity of the imagination       expressed in the part as much as the whole. In his epics, Blake       examines the struggle between imagination and the moral law,       forgiveness and the accusation of sin, annihilation and the       assertion of selfhood. In&lt;i&gt; Laocoon&lt;/i&gt;, Blake consolidates many       of his ideas about art and society, now more polarized than ever       before, and continues to pursue the problems of taste and       perception. Whereas 'Art' manifests 'Jesus', 'War' and 'Dominion'       manifest 'Money' and false moral virtue. Cultures like his own and       those of Greece and Rome, so thoroughly permeated by false ideas       of 'Good' and 'Evil', see with the natural eye only and are       incapable of recognizing that their vision is limited." Page 232&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       A few succinct quotes from the Plate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Laocoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; , (E 273)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "Art Degraded Imagination Denied War Governed the Nations" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "Adam is only The Natural Man &amp;amp; not the Soul or Imagination" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "Christianity is Art &amp;amp; not Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       Money is its Curse" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "For every Pleasure Money Is Useless" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       "All is not Sin that Satan calls so all the Loves &amp;amp; Graces of       Eternity." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       There are many answers to the question of why Blake chose to       display &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/transcription.xq?objectid=laocoon.b.illbk.01"&gt;his wisdom about art &lt;/a&gt;alongside his portrayal of the       Laocoon statue. Suggested answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       His way of working was combining words with pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       The statue at multiple levels represents struggle between       contraries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       The reader/viewer would be challenged to reconcile the messages       conveyed by the words and picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       Blake could speak to rational and emotional mental processes       simultaneously by combining verbal and visual means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       The long history of the Laocoon &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laoco%C3%B6n_and_His_Sons"&gt;myth and statue&lt;/a&gt; and those who had       interacted with them would enhance the message he wished to convey       about art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       Or, he wanted to provoke his reader into working out his own way       of integrating the role of art into the development of his       imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-6346178237784164916?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/6346178237784164916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=6346178237784164916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6346178237784164916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6346178237784164916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/blake-on-art.html' title='BLAKE ON ART'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4213817212762906700</id><published>2012-01-14T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:31:58.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0025q.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0025q.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;Text of Plate 25:&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;PLATE 25&lt;br /&gt;And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions&lt;br /&gt;Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: &amp;amp; they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?&lt;br /&gt;Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples&lt;br /&gt;Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:            &lt;br /&gt;As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him&lt;br /&gt;Done to the Divine Lord &amp;amp; Saviour, who suffers with those that&lt;br /&gt;     suffer:&lt;br /&gt;For not one sparrow can suffer, &amp;amp; the whole Universe not suffer&lt;br /&gt;     also,&lt;br /&gt;In all its Regions, &amp;amp; its Father &amp;amp; Saviour not pity and weep.&lt;br /&gt;But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace &amp;amp; Repentance in the bosom&lt;br /&gt;Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:&lt;br /&gt;Descend O Lamb of God &amp;amp; take away the imputation of Sin&lt;br /&gt;By the Creation of States &amp;amp; the deliverance of Individuals&lt;br /&gt;     Evermore Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion&lt;br /&gt;But many doubted &amp;amp; despaird &amp;amp; imputed Sin &amp;amp; Righteousness       &lt;br /&gt;To Individuals &amp;amp; not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;(Erdman 170-71) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notes: &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The scene is Ulro- a dangerous place. When Albion fell asleep, all&lt;br /&gt;sorts of bad things happens, typified by the daughters of Beulah &lt;br /&gt;clothing Albion with a dreadful garment. The yarn that they used, going &lt;br /&gt;straight to his navel and around his backside, looks suspiciously like the&lt;br /&gt;serpent (devil) who rules the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The Sun, the Moon, the Stars are part of Albion, everything material, temporal,&lt;br /&gt;opposed to Albion's true nature, which is Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Erdman (304) refers to Albion as a victim of Druid sacrifice. He calls the&lt;br /&gt;three maidens the three fates; he cites Plates 9, 14, 19, 22, 24 with similar&lt;br /&gt;messages. (Look at them again.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(The garment is the material person. The soul is the Eternal person.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The two bright stars: on his arm Jupiter or Mars and on his leg Venus. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Vala in the center holds up what Erdman calls an operating tent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The three females could be thought of as Vala, Rahab  and Tirzah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Vala has many identities (the Four Zoas was first called Vala, she was the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;emanation of Luvah, and as the contrary of Jerusalem; Vala was always veiled,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Jerusalem always naked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/08/rahab-tirzah.html"&gt;Tirzah&lt;/a&gt; is the religion of nature and materialism while Rahab represents the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;religion of law, sin, and punishment; Jerusalem is the relgiion of Love and God. &lt;br /&gt;The last quote from &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books/about/William_Blake.html?id=SRjS2IhQrasC"&gt;Peter Berger's William Blake Poet and Mystic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others primarily from Erdmans Illuminated Blake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4213817212762906700?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4213817212762906700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4213817212762906700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4213817212762906700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4213817212762906700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-25.html' title='Plate 25'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4835791663359539741</id><published>2012-01-13T06:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:56:39.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><title type='text'>CANTERBURY PILGRIMS IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;British       Museum&lt;br /&gt;  Section of Canterbury Pilgrims engraving used a frontispiece for       prospectus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00023/AN00023585_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 488px;" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00023/AN00023585_001_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Blake-Biography-Peter-Ackroyd/dp/067940967X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326466400&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blake: A Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Peter Ackroyd helps us to understand what       Blake had learned through enduring the difficulties of earning a       living through art in the milieu of early nineteenth century       London. Ackroyd shows also what Blake wanted to teach his       contemporaries about the trade-offs of adopting industrialised       models. Quotes from Ackroyd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "He understood how 'taste' was created and in his own oblique       manner connected 'Advertizments in Newspapers' with 'Gentlemen       Critics' and 'English Connoisseurs' as well as with 'Picture       traders' and 'Picture dealers; here he is attacking what was       essentially a middle-class genteel interest in art, propagated by       the newspapers and art dealers, a fashionable taste known for its       liberality and correctness but one quite unable to understand or       appreciate the work of a visionary such as Blake." p 292&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "He realised that, if the division between invention and execution       is made, an 'Idea' or 'Design' can simply be produced on an       assembly line. Art is then turned into a 'Good for Nothing       Commodity' manufactured by 'Ignorant Journeymen' for a society of       equally ignorant consumers." p 293 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "His public address to English engravers was, in essence, not new.       John Lanseer had attacked the commercialisation of engraving (and       in particular Boydell) in a series of public lectures, while       artists such as William Sharp and Benjamin West had criticised the       beginnings of what we would now term 'mass' production. But none       of them had taken their analysis as far, or as deep, as Blake. It       is another example of his clairvoyant understanding of his age       that he is able to draw the connection between art, industrial       economics and what would become the 'consumer societies' of modern       civilisation in an analysis that was not otherwise formulated       until the present century. It is as if his own sense of       helplessness and despair had broken him open, and he could speak       clearly about the world that had come close to destroying him; it       was not madness at all, but a peculiar kind of lucidity which       springs from those who have nothing left to lose. But he realized       well what this encroaching industrial society was about to forfeit       - all imitative techniques and mechanical perceptions 'turn that       which is Soul &amp;amp; Life into a Mill or Machine' (E 575)...All       this time Blake continued his work on his engraving of Chaucer's       pilgrims, redolent of a more spiritual state of England and       executed by him in a style that imitated the great 'Gothic'       masters of the sixteenth century." p 294 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Descriptive         Catalogue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;,PAGE 21, (E 536)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The Plowman is simplicity itself, with wisdom and strength&lt;br /&gt;  for its stamina. Chaucer has divided the ancient character of&lt;br /&gt;  Hercules between his Miller and his Plowman. Benevolence is the&lt;br /&gt;  plowman's great characteristic, he is thin with excessive labour,&lt;br /&gt;  and not with old age, as some have supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'He would thresh and thereto dike and delve&lt;br /&gt;  For Christe's sake, for every poore wight,&lt;br /&gt;  Withouten hire, if it lay in his might.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Visions of these eternal principles or characters of human&lt;br /&gt;  life appear to poets, in all ages; the Grecian gods were the&lt;br /&gt;  ancient Cherubim of Phoenicia; but the Greeks, and since them the&lt;br /&gt;  Moderns, have neglected to subdue the gods of Priam. These Gods&lt;br /&gt;  are visions of the eternal attributes, or divine names, which,&lt;br /&gt;  when erected into gods, become destructive to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;  They ought to be the servants, and not the masters of man, or of&lt;br /&gt;  society. They ought to be made to sacrifice to Man, and not man&lt;br /&gt;  compelled to sacrifice to them; for when separated from man or&lt;br /&gt;  humanity, who is Jesus the Saviour, the vine of eternity, they&lt;br /&gt;  are thieves and rebels, they are destroyers.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More Resources for studying Blake's Canterbury Pilgrims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/learning/worksinfocus/blake/gothic/img/life_pic08.jpg"&gt;painting itself &lt;/a&gt;belongs to the &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Glasgow Museum Pollock House. It was exhibited at the Tate Gallery in 2009 at which time they provided this &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/about/pressoffice/pressreleases/2009/18356.htm"&gt;press release.&lt;/a&gt; An&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/learning/worksinfocus/blake/gothic/life_intro.html"&gt;illustrated biography&lt;/a&gt; of Blake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;by the Tate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;is available online. The section, Poverty &amp;amp; Paranoia, concerns the period when Blake worked on Canterbury Pilgrims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two copies of the&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00174/AN00174708_001_l.jpg"&gt; print&lt;/a&gt; are in the British Museum. Learn more about&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Canterbury_Tales"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chaucer's Canterbury Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The ideal way to view the print is at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.themorgan.org/collections/works/blake/work.asp?id=onDisplay&amp;amp;page=5"&gt;Morgan Library&lt;/a&gt; website. You can zoom into the image for detail including identification of each     character at the bottom of print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;An article titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;esrc=s&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=10&amp;amp;ved=0CGkQFjAJ&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdigitalcommons.colby.edu%2Fcgi%2Fviewcontent.cgi%3Farticle%3D2281%26context%3Dcq&amp;amp;ei=G6MHT6bLEcHk0QG16NGZAg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGKKMiwYGsTlpQCmKTBp9QpdtLDsQ&amp;amp;sig2=HTDtagcDhrKqNYuRKO52KQ" class="l"&gt;Interpreting &lt;em&gt;Blake's&lt;/em&gt; Canterbury Pilgrims&lt;/a&gt; by Warren Stevenson is available at http://digitalcommons.colby.edu/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="addmd"&gt;Hazard Adams has written a book named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/William-Blake-His-Poetry-Painting/dp/0786449861"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake on his poetry and painting: a study of a descriptive     catalogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4835791663359539741?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4835791663359539741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4835791663359539741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4835791663359539741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4835791663359539741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/canterbury-pilgrims-iv.html' title='CANTERBURY PILGRIMS IV'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-6766945392585811632</id><published>2012-01-12T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:43:20.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plate 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this Plate Albion continues the discourse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What&amp;nbsp; have I said? What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O all-powerful Human Words!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="plain_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are &lt;b&gt;his Witnesses&lt;/b&gt; against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We reared&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;mighty Stones&lt;/b&gt;: we danced naked around them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of our immortal Veins &amp;amp; all their Hosts fled from our Limbs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded &amp;amp; dark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Sun fled from the Britons forebead: the Moon from his mighty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;loins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scandinavia fled&lt;/b&gt; with all his mountains filld with groans,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O what is Life &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what is Man. O what is Death? Wherefore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath &amp;amp; Love, a weary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life, in brooding cares &amp;amp; anxious labours, that prove but chaff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thy Pillars of ivory &amp;amp; gold: thy Curtains of silk &amp;amp; fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;desolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thy severe judge all the day long proves thee O Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Builders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her Palaces with Hell &amp;amp; the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of ever-hardening Despair squard &amp;amp; polishd with cruel skill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- 169 -&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0024q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0024q.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth &amp;amp; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With blessings on their hands &amp;amp; on their feet, blessings of gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And pearl &amp;amp; diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love &amp;amp; harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains &amp;amp; the Erythrean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;From bright Japan &amp;amp; China to Hesperia France &amp;amp; England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till you have assum'd the Providence of God &amp;amp; slain your Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead &amp;amp; art Alive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waves &amp;amp; the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="plain_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Erdman 169-70)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="plain_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="plain_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the first line, "&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all-powerful Human Words!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What might that ? the Word of God?&amp;nbsp; I think, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"His witnesses"? We've met that &lt;a href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=5409115"&gt;before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blake named Wesley and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Whitefield"&gt;Whitefield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mighty Stones" no doubt referring to the stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.stonehenge.co.uk/"&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Scandinavia fled&lt;/b&gt;" suggests the wicker man, a Druidic custom leading to the burning of children.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the next paragraph Albion asks the age old questions: 'what is Life?' and "what is Death?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simply put the only real life is the Eternal one, and the only real death is the denial of Eternity ('to waste in Wrath and Love, a weary Life in brooding cares and anxious labours, that prove but chaff').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At that point he addresses Jerusalem again, giving this list of the many wonderful things to be found in 'Jerusalem's courts'. Here we see a vivid contrast between the 'earthy' and eternal lives, which is close to Blake's purpose, not just in Jerusalem but in all the rest of his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ubuntu'; font-size: small;"&gt;The Picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ubuntu'; font-size: small;"&gt;(This discussion comes from &lt;a href="http://www.abebooks.com/ILLUMINATED-BLAKE-Erdman-David-V-ed/585520429/bd"&gt;Erdman&lt;/a&gt; p 303.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ubuntu'; font-size: small;"&gt;At the top is what Erdman&amp;nbsp; calls a 'moon ark' and rain, reminiscent of the Genesis story of the Flood.&amp;nbsp; Within the moon is a dove with wings spread (See Genesis 6:7). A few lines down, across the plate and down the right border you may see a long row of female figures, which illustrates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ubuntu'; font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ubuntu'; font-size: small;"&gt;Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by&lt;br /&gt;Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night;" the first one on the border enlarged as a seductive Vala. (It looks much like the figure in Milton, Plate 26).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is material from other authors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefourzoas.com/jerusalem/"&gt;Jerusalem Explained&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://press.princeton.edu/titles/4867.html"&gt;Paley's Jerusalem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re line 59: Perhaps an allusion to "Marlowe's despairing Faustus, "My God, my God, look not so fierce on me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://press.princeton.edu/titles/4867.html"&gt;Erdmans Illuminated Blake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 303: &lt;br /&gt;The picture at the top of the Plate (24) has rain, an inverted 'moon ark' with a dove within it; all these elements strongly suggest the biblical story of the Flood (Genesis 7-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-9063329391307371354" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;#toc, .toc, .mw-warning { border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); padding: 5px; font-size: 95%; }#toc h2, .toc h2 { display: inline; border: medium none; padding: 0pt; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold; }#toc #toctitle, .toc #toctitle, #toc .toctitle, .toc .toctitle { text-align: center; }#toc ul, .toc ul { list-style-type: none; list-style-image: none; margin-left: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt; text-align: left; }#toc ul ul, .toc ul ul { margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 2em; }#toc .toctoggle, .toc .toctoggle { font-size: 94%; }body { font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); widows: 2; font-style: normal; text-indent: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: none; text-align: left; }table {  }td { border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; }p, h1, h2, h3, li { color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left; }.plain_text { font-family: 'Courier New'; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-6766945392585811632?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/6766945392585811632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=6766945392585811632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6766945392585811632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6766945392585811632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-24.html' title='plate 24'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-2904085113692958067</id><published>2012-01-11T05:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:35:30.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><title type='text'>CANTERBURY PILGRIMS III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Preliminary Drawing for Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims&lt;br /&gt;British Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00174/AN00174707_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00174/AN00174707_001_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Blake produced his painting and his engraving of Chaucer's     Canterbury Pilgrims at a time when he was hard pressed by the     changes taking place in the technical and economic facets of     producing art. The prospects of profit motivated artists to compete     for business, use short-cuts to mass produce, pander to popular     taste, and use underhanded business practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake felt he had been cheated by the publisher/bookseller Cromek in     the work he had done for the edition of&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/08/caverns-of-grave-ii.html"&gt; Blair's &lt;i&gt;The Grave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     which Cromek issued. He was deprived of the much need income from     engraving his own designs for the book although he felt he had been     promised the commission by Cromek. Subsequently Blake conceived of a     large cabinet picture of the Canterbury Pilgrims which he would then     engrave for sale to the public. Blake recalled mentioning the     project to Cromek who then engaged Blake's friend&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Stothard"&gt; Stothard&lt;/a&gt; to do the     very same thing. With the backing of the publisher/bookseller     Stothard's picture earned considerable money while Blake's did not.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake felt betrayed by Cromek and by Stothard who had been his     friend since student days. Blake's anger is apparent in his &lt;i&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/blake%27s_exhibition_1809.html"&gt;Descriptive               Catalogue&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; in the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/blake%27s_chaucer.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chaucer Prospectuses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and in the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/public_address.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Public                Address&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was never published or delivered. Tied in with     Blake's resentment of Cormek and Stothard and his hostility toward     them was his understanding of the changes in the role of art which     were taking place because of the adoption of practices associated     with the Industrial Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Public Address, (E 572)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 51&lt;br /&gt;"In this Plate Mr B has resumed the style with which he set&lt;br /&gt;out in life of which Heath &amp;amp; Stothard were the awkward imitators&lt;br /&gt;at that time it is the style of Alb Durers Histries &amp;amp; the old&lt;br /&gt;Engravers which cannot be imitated by any one who does not&lt;br /&gt;understand Drawing &amp;amp; which according to Heath &amp;amp; Stothard Flaxman&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even Romney. Spoils an Engraver for Each of these Men have&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly asserted this Absurdity to me in condemnation [P 52]&lt;br /&gt;of my Work &amp;amp; approbation of Heaths lame imitation Stothard being&lt;br /&gt;such a fool as to suppose that his blundering blurs can be made&lt;br /&gt;out &amp;amp; delineated by any Engraver who knows how to cut dots &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lozenges equally well with those little prints which I engraved&lt;br /&gt;after him five &amp;amp; twenty Years ago &amp;amp; by which he got his&lt;br /&gt;reputation as a Draughtsman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Public Address&lt;/span&gt;, (E 574)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PAGE 58&lt;br /&gt;"In this manner the English Public have been imposed upon for&lt;br /&gt;many Years under the impression that Engraving &amp;amp; Painting are&lt;br /&gt;somewhat Else besides Drawing[.] Painting is Drawing on Canvas &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Engraving is Drawing on Copper &amp;amp; Nothing Else &amp;amp; he who pretends&lt;br /&gt;to be either Painter or Engraver without being a Master of&lt;br /&gt;Drawing is an Impostor.  We may be Clever as Pugilists but as&lt;br /&gt;Artists we are &amp;amp; have long been the Contempt of the Continent&lt;br /&gt;Gravelot once said to My Master Basire&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;] English may be very clever in [&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;own opinions but [&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;] do not draw [&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;] draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resentment for Personal Injuries has had some share in this&lt;br /&gt;Public Address But Love to My Art &amp;amp; Zeal for my Country a much&lt;br /&gt;Greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Public Address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, (E 576)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 62&lt;br /&gt;"I have heard many People say Give me the Ideas.  It is no&lt;br /&gt;matter what Words you put them into &amp;amp; others say Give me the&lt;br /&gt;Design it is no matter for the Execution.  These People know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;enough of="" artifice="" but=""&gt; Nothing Of Art.  Ideas cannot be Given&lt;br /&gt;but in their minutely Appropriate Words nor Can a Design be made&lt;br /&gt;without its minutely Appropriate Execution[.] The unorganized&lt;br /&gt;Blots &amp;amp; Blurs of Rubens &amp;amp; Titian are not Art nor can their Method&lt;br /&gt;ever express Ideas or Imaginations any more than Popes&lt;br /&gt;Metaphysical jargon of Rhyming[.] Unappropriate Execution is the&lt;br /&gt;Most nauseous &lt;of all=""&gt; affectation &amp;amp; foppery He who copies does&lt;br /&gt;not Execute he only Imitates what is already Executed Execution&lt;br /&gt;is only the result of Invention"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake turned inward following the episode involving the painting and     engraving of Canterbury Pilgrims. The way which he had reacted to     the failure and disappointment of his project was not congruent with     his self image as one who knew that the Eternal world was reality,     and that what happened in the natural world was transient states. It     took Blake a long time to process the experience of rejection from     those he depended upon and from the public to whom he appealed. The     &lt;i&gt;Public Address&lt;/i&gt; was a first step in which his anger exploded,     but it was followed by the writing of &lt;i&gt; Milton&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt;       Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt; in which he explored the dynamics of the presence of     evil in the external and internal worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Jung experienced a similar&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html?pagewanted=all"&gt; psychological death&lt;/a&gt; when he broke     with Freud. The experience was followed by a long period of     introspection during which Jung explored the dark recesses of his     unconscious and formulated his understanding of the dynamics of the     psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/of&gt;&lt;/enough&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-2904085113692958067?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/2904085113692958067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=2904085113692958067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2904085113692958067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2904085113692958067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/canterbury-pilgrims-iii.html' title='CANTERBURY PILGRIMS III'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5134786111915149125</id><published>2012-01-10T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:04:02.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plate23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain &amp;amp; replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 23&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!&lt;br /&gt;I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But&lt;br /&gt;My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil&lt;br /&gt;Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee       &lt;br /&gt;Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerusalem reply'd&lt;/b&gt;, like a voice heard from a sepulcher:&lt;br /&gt;Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom&lt;br /&gt;In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.         &lt;br /&gt;Thou art my Father &amp;amp; my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me,&lt;br /&gt;Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:&lt;br /&gt;He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0023q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0023q.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more:&lt;br /&gt;I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I&lt;br /&gt;answer?&lt;br /&gt;I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!&lt;br /&gt;Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away     &lt;br /&gt;His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.&lt;br /&gt;He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws,&lt;br /&gt;And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He stood between the Palm tree &amp;amp; the Oak of weeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk       &lt;br /&gt;Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words,&lt;br /&gt;relapsing!&lt;br /&gt;Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire &amp;amp; Wales&lt;br /&gt;And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void&lt;br /&gt;Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent&lt;br /&gt;Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror  &amp;amp; a Curse!&lt;br /&gt;And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom&lt;br /&gt;My children wander trembling victims of his Moral justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold    &lt;br /&gt;My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught&lt;br /&gt;But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!&lt;br /&gt;May God who dwells in this dark Ulro &amp;amp; voidness, vengeance take,&lt;br /&gt;And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,&lt;br /&gt;Like me thy Victim. O that Death &amp;amp; Annihilation were the same!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(Erdman 168-9)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Line 1 "&lt;/span&gt;Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quoting from David Whitmarsh's &lt;a href="http://www.thefourzoas.com/jerusalem/"&gt;Jerusalem Explained&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Albion believes he is substance and Jerusalem a shadow. In Blake’s narrative structure, however, as seen from the true substance of infinite regeneration, Albion is the shadow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; David points out the infinite complexity of Blake's character, Albion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albion is Mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albion is England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albion is the eternal equivalent of the above (we're in heaven).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albion behaves as a fallen creature (perhaps something like the Biblical Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albion acts as Moses (another fallen creature)&lt;/span&gt;Jerusalem reply'd: In paragraph two we have Catherine (Blake) trying to maintin some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;self respect in the face of William's careless brilliance, and pointing out how an inflation can carry us far from (the Eternal) God. The 'bad man' (the spectre has taken control of Blake's psyche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;She obviously got to him because he confesses, expressing his humiliation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:&lt;br /&gt;He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;This might be perceived as an element of Blake autobiography;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;You may know the story of Blake telling Catherine of his rejection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;by a higher class lady, the pity she showed and his statement that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;he loved her because she pitied him. Love and pity both have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;contraries, good and bad, spiritual and fallen, etc. Today pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;doesn't have the prestige it may have had in Blake's day. this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;passage may also be traced to Shakespeare's Othello: "She loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;me for the dangers I had passed, and I loved her that she did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;pity them (This contribution from page 166 of Morton Paley's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Z_18VcG9RbQC&amp;amp;pg=PA165&amp;amp;lpg=PA165&amp;amp;dq=paley%27s+jerusalem&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=Z_M8yIiDQM&amp;amp;sig=BRhfLoit9UZpVFhxDi6Mq4kvR5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=elkLT-rNCILa0QH5zOjOAg&amp;amp;ved=0CCcQ6AEwAA#v=snippet&amp;amp;q=paley%27s%20jerusalem&amp;amp;f=true"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;He stood between the Palm tree &amp;amp; the Oak of weeping&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FZ1-18.11-15 E310 has an earlier version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Now Man was come to the &lt;b&gt;Palm tree &amp;amp; to the Oak of Weeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which stand upon the Edge of Beulah  he [Albion] sunk down&lt;br /&gt;From the Supporting arms of the Eternal Saviour; who disposd&lt;br /&gt;The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality&lt;br /&gt;Upon The Rock of Ages. Watching over him with Love &amp;amp; Care"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;An eloquent statement of the fall, asleep in Beulah; might it be the moment when our journey through life departs from angelic innocence to materialism? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught&lt;br /&gt;But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Albion perceives himself as dying (going to sleep in Beulah), and utters a 'final curse' (reminiscent of Job's wife).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5134786111915149125?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5134786111915149125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5134786111915149125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5134786111915149125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5134786111915149125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate23.html' title='plate23'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-7801242353671463309</id><published>2012-01-09T07:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:44:16.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><title type='text'>CANTERBURY PILGRIMS II</title><content type='html'>From Wikimedia Commons&lt;br /&gt;"Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims. Copper engraving by William Blake, with  additions in watercolour by the artist Third state, 1810–20. In the  collection of the Morgan Library"&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/bf/William_Blake_-_Chaucer%27s_Canterbury_Pilgrims.jpg/1024px-William_Blake_-_Chaucer%27s_Canterbury_Pilgrims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 667px; height: 262px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/bf/William_Blake_-_Chaucer%27s_Canterbury_Pilgrims.jpg/1024px-William_Blake_-_Chaucer%27s_Canterbury_Pilgrims.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Blake's painting of Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims which       measured three feet by one foot was followed by his engraving of       the same design. During the year which Blake worked on this large,       intricately detailed engraving he wrote two or three prospectuses       which were printed commercially for prospective buyers.  The &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ecatalogue.art.yale.edu/imageServer/imgSrv?objectId=11787&amp;amp;size=ref"&gt;copper plate&lt;/a&gt; for the Chaucer engraving and a&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ecatalogue.art.yale.edu/imageServer/imgSrv?objectId=12168&amp;amp;size=ref"&gt; copy of the print&lt;/a&gt; can now be found in the Yale University Art Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chaucer Prospectus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Second, Composite Draft, (E       568)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BLAKE'S CHAUCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An Original Engraving by [&lt;em&gt;William Blake&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;him&gt; from&lt;br /&gt;  his Fresco Painting of [&lt;em&gt;Chaucers Canterbury Pilgrims&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;em&gt;Mr B having from early Youth cultivated the two Arts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Painting &amp;amp; Engraving &amp;amp; during a Period of Forty Years         never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         suspended his Labours on Copper for a single Day Submits with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Confidence to Public Patronage &amp;amp; requests the attention of         the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Amateur in a Large Stroke Engraving&lt;/em&gt;] 3 feet 1 inch long&lt;br /&gt;  by one foot high &lt;price three="" guineas=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;em&gt;Containing Thirty original high finishd whole Length, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Portraits on Horseback Of Chaucers Characters, where every&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Character &amp;amp; every Expression, every Lineament of Head Hand         &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Foot. every particular of Dress or Costume. where every Horse is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         appropriate to his Rider &amp;amp; the Scene or Landscape with its&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Villages Cottages Churches &amp;amp; the Inn in Southwark is         minutely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         labourd not by the hands of Journeymen but by the Original         Artist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         himself even to the Stuffs &amp;amp; Embroidery of the Garments. the         hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         upon the Horses the Leaves upon the Trees. &amp;amp; the Stones         &amp;amp; Gravel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         upon the road; the Great Strength of Colouring &amp;amp; depth of         work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         peculiar to Mr B's Prints will be here found accompanied by a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Precision not to be seen but in the work of an Original&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Artist&lt;/em&gt;]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The arts like all of life in Blake's time were       affected by the Industrial Revolution. Mechanisation led to new       styles and tools for engraving which were less labor intensive.       The use of mass production techniques removed the artist from more       tedious aspects of the production. Believing as Blake did in Art       as a product of the Imagination, he chose to distance himself from       less than 'human' means of manufacture of art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bedard comments on the the alternatives faced by       the traditional artist as the machine age gained ground in his       book &lt;i&gt;William Blake: The Gates of Paradise&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;  Page 128&lt;br /&gt;  "Blake's lament was the lament of an artist and craftsman who see       industry and machine methods destroying both art and craft in the       interest of business and profit. His plea for the integrity of the       individual artist  who unites idea and execution in his       work. 'Michelangelo's art depends on Michelangelo's execution       altogether,' he wrote. Once the two are separated, design becomes       a matter of a production line, and art is no more than a       commodity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Page 140&lt;br /&gt;  "In rejecting the ways of the world of commerce and the spread of       machine methods into the world of art, Blake embraced the       Illuminated Book with renewed passion. While industrial       production prided itself on the the ability to make an endless       stream of Identical copies, in Illuminated Printing each copy was       unique. While industry prided itself on speed and efficiency,       Blake's mode of production was deliberately slow and inefficient.       While industrial production was grounded on the division of labor       and the distinction between those who worked with their heads and those who       worked with their hands, Blake's was an artisan's spirit. He took       pride in the work of his hands and relentlessly pursued the unity       of head and hands in the work of art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Blake chose to make his engraving in the traditional way he had       been taught as an apprentice with Basire. He studied Chaucer using       the translation from middle English. He determined the style of       clothing worn in the period. He painted types of horses which he       felt were appropriate to each rider. Every detail of his engraving       was determined by what he could learn about the 15th       century which he was representing, and the information       which Chaucer had included in his poem.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;        In creating his engraving for the Canterbury Tales Blake       deliberately rejected the influences of the Industrial Age and       embraced the ways of the artisan who brought all of his own skills       to an artistry which was correct, honest and conveyed the author's       intent.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/price&gt;&lt;/him&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7801242353671463309?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-803843552781658357</id><published>2012-01-08T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:21:32.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 97</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In the post, &lt;a href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-forth.html"&gt;Going Forth&lt;/a&gt;, Ellie Clayton used three plates illustrating Blake's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;use of the four armaments he cited in Prelude to Milton, namely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Bring me my bow of burning gold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bring me my my arrows of desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bring me my spear.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bring me my chariot of fire.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(For Bible students this is evocative of Ephesians 6.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;subject concerns the Finale Awakening (the Parousia or Second Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;of Christ) associated with the Last Judgment.&amp;nbsp; Blake identified these two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;things and made them &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;!. In the poem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;cited above the final outcome is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"I will not cease from Mental Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Till we have built Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In England's green and pleasant Land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Early in the 20th century liberal Christians preached, taught and sang the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Coming of the Kingdom.) In the days of Jesus the only kingdom was Rome.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In that context 'thy kingdom come' could be nothing less than revolutionary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But late 20 century theology had rejected the notion of 'the kingdom'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;King George still had unpleasant connotations in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In fact Blake (especially early Blake) perceived the dichotomy between King and America. America in contrast to the Empire stood for Liberty;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;MHH ends with "A Song of Liberty:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Empire is no more! and now the lion and wolf shall cease".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(The king would be the lion; his war would be the wolf!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Some of the words of America (particularly Plate 6) found a place in The Four Zoas and predicted very similar language near the end of Jerusalem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;PLATE 6 (of America)&lt;br /&gt;The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their&lt;br /&gt;     stations;&lt;br /&gt;The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;&lt;br /&gt;The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk &amp;amp; dry'd.&lt;br /&gt;Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening!&lt;br /&gt;Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds &amp;amp; bars are burst; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field:&lt;br /&gt;Let him look up into the heavens &amp;amp; laugh in the bright air;&lt;br /&gt;Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing,&lt;br /&gt;Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are&lt;br /&gt;     open.     &lt;br /&gt;And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge;&lt;br /&gt;They look behind at every step &amp;amp; believe it is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, &amp;amp; has found a fresher&lt;br /&gt;     morning&lt;br /&gt;And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear &amp;amp; cloudless night;&lt;br /&gt;For Empire is no more, and now the Lion &amp;amp; Wolf shall cease."      &lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 53)&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Here's one of Ellie's quotes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;     , Plate 95, (E 254)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice pierc'd Albions clay cold ear. he moved upon the Rock&lt;br /&gt;The Breath Divine went forth upon the morning hills, Albion mov'd&lt;br /&gt;Upon the Rock, he opend his eyelids in pain; in pain he mov'd&lt;br /&gt;His stony members, he saw England. Ah! shall the Dead live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills Albion rose&lt;br /&gt;In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright flaming on all sides around&lt;br /&gt;His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walked clothed in flames&lt;br /&gt;Loud thundring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning &amp;amp;     pillars&lt;br /&gt;Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful&lt;br /&gt;Revolutions of Action &amp;amp; Passion, thro the Four Elements on all sides&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to rise above the Mountains. in his burning hand&lt;br /&gt;He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll around the&lt;br /&gt;Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows&lt;br /&gt;Compelling Urizen to his Furrow; &amp;amp; Tharmas to his Sheepfold;&lt;br /&gt;And Luvah to his Loom: Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at&lt;br /&gt;His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring &amp;amp;     weeping..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;And she included this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;PLATE 97&lt;br /&gt;"Awake! Awake Jerusalem! O lovely Emanation of Albion&lt;br /&gt;Awake and overspread all Nations as in Ancient Time&lt;br /&gt;For lo! the Night of Death is past and the Eternal Day&lt;br /&gt;Appears upon our Hills: Awake Jerusalem, and come away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spake the Vision of Albion &amp;amp; in him so spake in my hearing&lt;br /&gt;The Universal Father. Then Albion stretchd his hand into Infinitude.&lt;br /&gt;And took his Bow. Fourfold the Vision for bright beaming Urizen&lt;br /&gt;Layd his hand on the South &amp;amp; took a breathing Bow of carved Gold&lt;br /&gt;Luvah his hand stretch'd to the East &amp;amp; bore a Silver Bow bright     shining&lt;br /&gt;Tharmas Westward a Bow of Brass pure flaming richly wrought&lt;br /&gt;Urthona Northward in thick storms a Bow of Iron terrible thundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Bow is a Male &amp;amp; Female &amp;amp; the Quiver of the Arrows of     Love,&lt;br /&gt;Are the Children of this Bow: a Bow of Mercy &amp;amp; Loving-kindness:     laying&lt;br /&gt;Open the hidden Heart in Wars of mutual Benevolence Wars of Love&lt;br /&gt;And the Hand of Man grasps firm between the Male &amp;amp; Female Loves&lt;br /&gt;And he Clothed himself in Bow &amp;amp; Arrows in awful state Fourfold&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of his Twenty-eight Cities each with his Bow breathing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoOYJ9QBQ4/TwRWcKWlK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zZ9KxT4DIkc/s1600/0095q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoOYJ9QBQ4/TwRWcKWlK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zZ9KxT4DIkc/s200/0095q.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Plate 95:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Her voice pierced Albion's clay cold ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;he moved upon the Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;The Breath Divine went forth upon the morning hills, Albion mov'd&lt;br /&gt;Upon the Rock, he opend his eyelids in pain; in pain he mov'd&lt;br /&gt;His stony members, he saw England. Ah! shall the Dead live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills Albion rose &lt;br /&gt;In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright flaming on all sides&lt;br /&gt;     around&lt;br /&gt;His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walked clothed in flames&lt;br /&gt;Loud thundring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning &amp;amp; pillars&lt;br /&gt;Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in&lt;br /&gt;     direful&lt;br /&gt;Revolutions of Action &amp;amp; Passion, thro the Four Elements on all&lt;br /&gt;     sides  &lt;br /&gt;Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to rise above the Mountains. in his burning hand&lt;br /&gt;He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll around&lt;br /&gt;     the&lt;br /&gt;Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain &lt;br /&gt;     brows&lt;br /&gt;Compelling Urizen to his Furrow; &amp;amp; Tharmas to his Sheepfold;&lt;br /&gt;And Luvah to his Loom: Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at&lt;br /&gt;His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring &amp;amp; weeping&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in songs&lt;br /&gt;Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Sun &amp;amp; Moon lead forward the Visions of Heaven &amp;amp; Earth&lt;br /&gt;England who is Brittannia enterd Albions bosom rejoicing,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in his indignation! adoring his wrathful rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;She who adores not your frowns will only loathe your smiles&lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 254-5)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-803843552781658357?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/803843552781658357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=803843552781658357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/803843552781658357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/803843552781658357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-97.html' title='Plate 97'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KoOYJ9QBQ4/TwRWcKWlK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zZ9KxT4DIkc/s72-c/0095q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-6655286474116749772</id><published>2012-01-07T06:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T06:35:35.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><title type='text'>CANTERBURY PILGRIMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.william-blake.org/105289/Chaucer%27s-Canterbury-Pilgrims-1810-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 646px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.william-blake.org/105289/Chaucer%27s-Canterbury-Pilgrims-1810-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When        Blake painted his illustration for Chaucer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Canterbury Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; for       his Exhibition of 1809 he included a detailed description of the       painting in his Catalogue. He lists the pilgrims in the procession       as Chaucer had described them. Notice too that he points out the       time of day and the starting point of the pilgrimage. He remarks       that he has attempted to portray features of the landscape as they       would have appeared in Chaucer's time, some 400 years before       Blake's own time. In spite of the lapse of time Blake feels that       'the characters themselves for ever remain unaltered' and       delineate 'the classes of men.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Descriptive Catalogue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, (E 532)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "NUMBER III.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Sir Jeffery Chaucer and the nine and twenty Pilgrims on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;their journey to Canterbury&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     THE time chosen is early morning, before sunrise, when the jolly&lt;br /&gt;     company are just quitting the Tabarde Inn. The Knight and Squire&lt;br /&gt;     with the Squire's Yeoman lead the Procession, next follow the&lt;br /&gt;     youthful Abbess, her nun and three priests; her greyhounds attend&lt;br /&gt;     her.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     'Of small hounds had she that she fed&lt;br /&gt;     'With roast flesh, milk and wastel bread.'&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Next follow the Friar and Monk; then the Tapiser, the Pardoner,&lt;br /&gt;     and the Somner and Manciple. After these "Our Host," who occupies     &lt;br /&gt;     the center of the cavalcade; directs them to the Knight&lt;br /&gt;     as the person who would be likely to commence their task of each&lt;br /&gt;     telling a tale in their order. After the Host follow the&lt;br /&gt;     Shipman, the Haberdasher, the Dyer, the Franklin, the Physician,&lt;br /&gt;     the Plowman, the Lawyer, the poor Parson, the Merchant, the Wife&lt;br /&gt;     of Bath, the Miller, the Cook, the Oxford Scholar, Chaucer&lt;br /&gt;     himself, and the Reeve comes as Chaucer has described:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     'And ever he rode hinderest of the rout.'&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     These last are issuing from the gateway of the Inn; the Cook and&lt;br /&gt;     the Wife of Bath are both taking their morning's draught of&lt;br /&gt;     comfort. Spectators stand at the gateway of the Inn, and are&lt;br /&gt;     composed of an old Man, a Woman and Children.&lt;br /&gt;     The Landscape is an eastward view of the country, from the&lt;br /&gt;     Tabarde Inn, in Southwark, as it may be supposed to have&lt;br /&gt;     appeared in Chaucer's time; interspersed with cottages and&lt;br /&gt;     villages; the first beams of the Sun are seen above the horizon;&lt;br /&gt;     some buildings and spires indicate the situation of the great&lt;br /&gt;     City; the Inn is a gothic building, which Thynne in his Glossary&lt;br /&gt;     says was the lodging of the Abbot of Hyde, by Winchester. On&lt;br /&gt;     the Inn is inscribed its title, and a proper advantage is taken&lt;br /&gt;     of this circumstance to describe the subject of the Picture.&lt;br /&gt;     The words written over the gateway of the Inn, are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;     "The Tabarde Inn, by Henry Baillie, the lodgynge-house for&lt;br /&gt;     Pilgrims, who journey to Saint Thomas's Shrine at Canterbury."&lt;br /&gt;     The characters of Chaucer's Pilgrims are the characters&lt;br /&gt;     which compose all ages and nations: as one age falls, another&lt;br /&gt;     rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same;&lt;br /&gt;     for we see the same characters repeated again and again, in&lt;br /&gt;     animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men; nothing new occurs in&lt;br /&gt;     identical existence; Accident ever varies, Substance can&lt;br /&gt;     never suffer change nor decay.&lt;br /&gt;     Of Chaucer's characters, as described in his Canterbury&lt;br /&gt;     Tales, some of the names or titles are altered by time, but the&lt;br /&gt;     characters themselves for ever remain unaltered, and&lt;br /&gt;     consequently they are the&lt;br /&gt;     physiognomies or lineaments of universal human life, beyond which&lt;br /&gt;     Nature never steps. Names alter, things never alter. I have&lt;br /&gt;     known multitudes of those who would have been monks in the age of&lt;br /&gt;     monkery, who in this deistical age are deists. As Newton&lt;br /&gt;     numbered the stars, and as Linneus numbered the plants, so&lt;br /&gt;     Chaucer numbered the classes of men."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;There were many reasons that Blake put a lot of time and energy       into his painting of the Canterbury Pilgrims, some of which we       will explore in later posts. First we see it only as a careful       rendition of a Gothic text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-6655286474116749772?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/6655286474116749772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=6655286474116749772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6655286474116749772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6655286474116749772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/canterbury-pilgrims.html' title='CANTERBURY PILGRIMS'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-6743064004219971329</id><published>2012-01-06T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T03:29:00.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 26</title><content type='html'>This short plate is a conclusive statement of what Blake tried to do in Chapter One of the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;f2&gt;SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARED TO ME&lt;br /&gt; AS I MY ORDERED RACE HAVE WON&lt;br /&gt; JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY&lt;br /&gt; AMONG THE SONS OF ALBION&amp;nbsp;&lt;/f2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;f2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/f2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The form of this poem is often thought of as formless; for example the last plates (but this one) have a colloquy stretching over about four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often there appears to be no resemblance in the mental dimension of pictures and text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the end of Chapter Two&amp;nbsp; Blake rises to prose; he tells us in factual terms what he has done with the 'visions that appeared to him'. (You may remember that the 'Visions' had deserted Blake for the 20 years preceding a new liberty that came to him in 1804.&amp;nbsp; His output in the earlier years became a source with which he improved on the ideas of "The Unholy Bible" and The Four Zoas.&amp;nbsp; In fact he glorified them with the heavenly wisdom that you and I may strive for with our devotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chapter One Blake was trying to reach ordinary people (is it succeeding for us?).&amp;nbsp; The successive chapters were addressed To the Jews, To the Deists, and To the Christians.&amp;nbsp; I like to think that To the Christians was especially to those Christian poets who had received him gladly in his last years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-6743064004219971329?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/6743064004219971329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=6743064004219971329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6743064004219971329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6743064004219971329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-26.html' title='Plate 26'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-3393387089138153401</id><published>2012-01-05T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:39:27.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erdman'/><title type='text'>READING BLAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMIjwFy_f3c/TwUVDIjiOWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lGN8wwJchqc/s1600/Scanned%2BDocument-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMIjwFy_f3c/TwUVDIjiOWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lGN8wwJchqc/s400/Scanned%2BDocument-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980447460178274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;, Plate 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Used on cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Complete Poetry &amp;amp; Prose of William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoffrey_Keynes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/wblake/eE.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resources on the internet have made studying Blake easier. When     Larry began reading Blake in the 1980's he was dependant on books     for his sources. His 'bible' was&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoffrey_Keynes"&gt; Geoffrey Keynes'&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;i&gt; Blake: Complete       Writings &lt;/i&gt;first published by the Oxford University Press in     1966 (a revision of his 1925 work). The authoritative text for the     works of Blake is now David V Erdman's&lt;i&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/david-v-erdman-H0.aspx?SearchTerm=david+v+erdman"&gt;The Complete Poetry &amp;amp;       Prose of William Blake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; published in 1965 and revised in 1988.     We are not completely dependant on printed copy now because of     access to electronic text. Erdman's text is available to download     from the internet as a &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/wblake/eE.html"&gt;text file named eE&lt;/a&gt;. If you download the file     to your computer you will have a searchable copy of all that Blake     wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's text is also available through the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/wblake/home1.html"&gt;Blake Digital Text     Project&lt;/a&gt; of the University of Georgia. Access to individual books and     writings is facilitated by the use of an&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/"&gt; index&lt;/a&gt;. Page and line     numbers are provided in this format. Search of the complete text is     available through the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/%7Enhilton/ee/home.html"&gt;concordance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his acknowledgement of the generosity of David Erdman making     available his edition of Blake's works, Nelson Hilton, the editor of     the digital project, quotes the second paragraph from Blake's 1796     letter to George Cumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Letters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, (E 700)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lambeth 23 Decembr 1796 a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cumberland&lt;br /&gt;I have lately had some pricks of conscience on account of&lt;br /&gt;not acknowledging your friendship to me [&lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;immediately on the reciet of your. beautiful book.  I have&lt;br /&gt;likewise had by me all the summer 6 Plates which you desired me&lt;br /&gt;to get made for you. they have laid on my shelf. without speaking&lt;br /&gt;to tell me whose they were or that they were [&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;] at&lt;br /&gt;all &amp;amp; it was some time (when I found them) before I could divine&lt;br /&gt;whence they came or whither they were bound or whether they were&lt;br /&gt;to lie there to eternity.  I have now sent them to you to be&lt;br /&gt;transmuted, thou real Alchymist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on   Go on.   such works as yours Nature &amp;amp; Providence the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternal Parents demand from their children how few produce them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in such perfection   how Nature smiles on them. how Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rewards them.   How all your Brethren say, The sound of his harp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; his flute heard from his secret forest chears us to the labours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of life. &amp;amp; we plow &amp;amp; reap forgetting our labour   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Let us see you sometimes as well as sometimes hear from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; let us often See your Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments to Mr Cumberland &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;Yours in head &amp;amp; heart&lt;br /&gt;WILL BLAKE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not Blake's writings or pictures that so many labor to     present; it is the truth incorporated in his words and images which     point to the perennial realities of eternity expressed in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-3393387089138153401?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/3393387089138153401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=3393387089138153401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3393387089138153401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3393387089138153401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/reading-blake.html' title='READING BLAKE'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMIjwFy_f3c/TwUVDIjiOWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lGN8wwJchqc/s72-c/Scanned%2BDocument-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1480501434059354450</id><published>2012-01-04T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:33:47.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;[Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion] &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;PLATE 22&lt;br /&gt;Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates&lt;/b&gt; piercing my hands &amp;amp; feet:&lt;br /&gt;Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,&lt;br /&gt;With Cush his Son &amp;amp; took me down. He in a golden Ark,&lt;br /&gt;Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here            &lt;br /&gt;The flesh of multitudes fed &amp;amp; nouris[h]d me in my childhood&lt;br /&gt;My morn &amp;amp; evening food were prepard in Battles of Men&lt;br /&gt;Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley&lt;br /&gt;Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in &lt;b&gt;the Valley of Vision&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All Love is lost! terror succeeds &amp;amp; Hatred instead of Love&lt;br /&gt;And stern demands of Right &amp;amp; Duty instead of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance &amp;amp; searching eyes&lt;br /&gt;I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark recesses found Sin &amp;amp; can never return.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty&lt;br /&gt;I brought Love into light &amp;amp; fancied Innocence is no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0022q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0022q.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion&lt;br /&gt;Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul              &lt;br /&gt;Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to d&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;ry?&lt;br /&gt;The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Horrible ghast &amp;amp; deadly! nought shalt thou find in it&lt;br /&gt;But dark despair &amp;amp; everlasting brooding melancholy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem &amp;amp; spoke             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be&lt;br /&gt;Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Would thou wert not &amp;amp; that thy place might never be found&lt;br /&gt;But come O Vala with knife &amp;amp; cup: drain my blood&lt;br /&gt;To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(21:44 warshipped] perhaps a scribal error for "worshipped"; but see textual note.)&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre&lt;br /&gt;As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon &amp;amp; spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War&lt;br /&gt;When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain &amp;amp; replied&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;(Erdman 167-8) [continue with Plate 23]&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Notes:&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;This plate has a colloquy among Vala, Albion, and Jerusalem; first Vala:&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates": &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;is this a reference to the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;crucifixion? Isn't it strange that he put these words in the mouth of Vala?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;The answer might be that &lt;a href="http://lclay3.50webs.com/blake/primer.htm#vala"&gt;Vala&lt;/a&gt; is many things; originally she was the emanation&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;of Luvah; it's he rather than she who stand most often for Christ.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;In line 3 Jerhovah is identified with two disreputable characters, which very&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;adequately reminds us that Blake didn't think much of the Old Testament God&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;(who brings "a thump on the head" compared to the Son's healing balm.)&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Valley of Vision": &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the Bible has many valleys, but the most appropriate&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;is the valley of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gehenna"&gt;gehenna,&lt;/a&gt;, where the followers of Moloch sacrificed their&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;children. (and of course there is the 'valley of the shadow of death'.)&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Albion now spoke two lines: &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"I brought Love into light of day....."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Then Jerusalem comes in; she takes Albion to task for lapsing from Eternity&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;into the most crass materiality (joy is beautiful, but its anatomy horrible).&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;If you're still interested, look at the rest of the conversation (at least&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the rest of it on this plate).&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Notes on the Picture:&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;1. Upper: much like plates 18 and 20 two figures; one veiled, one naked,&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;suggesting Vala and Jerusalem; two figures in close proximity, but not&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;connected.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;2. Blake showed three of the "Iron Wheels of War", said to be partially&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;immersed in water. (See &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/jerusalem.e.p22.300.jpg"&gt;Copy E&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;And the two figures, now connected; you might say two double figures; to the&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;left Vala: fallen and redeemed; to the right Jerusalem: redeemed and fallen.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/32429"&gt;Erdman&lt;/a&gt; pointed out "three birds in the margin beside Albion's lament".&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"And he pointed out the description of the Wheels at Plate 18:8-10:&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-anotherInto Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the DeadTo murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead"     &lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;(Erdman 163)&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1480501434059354450?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1480501434059354450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1480501434059354450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1480501434059354450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1480501434059354450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-22a.html' title='Plate 22'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5147864661299297360</id><published>2012-01-03T07:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:00:45.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>GOING FORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXsh63KkCQA/TwL5V4v_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O1JgmuiSkRY/s1600/2012-01-03-0613-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXsh63KkCQA/TwL5V4v_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O1JgmuiSkRY/s320/2012-01-03-0613-51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693387033356004562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Image from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blake's Watercolours for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Poems of Thomas Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View in&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but335.1.wc.46&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt; Blake Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but335.1.wc.46&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the final poetic images of&lt;i&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt; is that of the bow and the  arrows. The activity of being sent into the Eternal dimension can be  seen in the bow with its 'murmuring' string. 'Arrows of     Love, Are the Children of this Bow: a Bow of Mercy &amp;amp;  Loving-kindness' sent forth as a continuation of the activity of the bow  which propels them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake's Visionary Forms Dramatic &lt;/i&gt;edited by David V Erdman and John E Grant, includes an article by Edward J Rose. On Page 460 in a note Rose states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 'Arrows of Intellect' that the fourfold bowstring 'breathes with     ardour' are the armaments that he employs in the intellectual     battles that are waged in the 'Mental Fight' of visionary art.     Visionary arrows       penetrate the opacity of man and 'Open the hidden Heart in     Wars of mutual Benevolence, Wars of Love'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these three plates of&lt;i&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;, Blake develops his  multifaceted image to propel his reader into a visionary experience of  being a 'murmuring bow-string' and a 'flaming arrow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;     , Plate 95, (E 254)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice pierc'd Albions clay cold ear. he moved upon the Rock&lt;br /&gt;The Breath Divine went forth upon the morning hills, Albion mov'd&lt;br /&gt;Upon the Rock, he opend his eyelids in pain; in pain he mov'd&lt;br /&gt;His stony members, he saw England. Ah! shall the Dead live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills Albion rose&lt;br /&gt;In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright flaming on all sides around&lt;br /&gt;His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walked clothed in flames&lt;br /&gt;Loud thundring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning &amp;amp;     pillars&lt;br /&gt;Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful&lt;br /&gt;Revolutions of Action &amp;amp; Passion, thro the Four Elements on all sides&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to rise above the Mountains. in his burning hand&lt;br /&gt;He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll around the&lt;br /&gt;Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows&lt;br /&gt;Compelling Urizen to his Furrow; &amp;amp; Tharmas to his Sheepfold;&lt;br /&gt;And Luvah to his Loom: Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at&lt;br /&gt;His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring &amp;amp;     weeping&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 97&lt;br /&gt;Awake! Awake Jerusalem! O lovely Emanation of Albion&lt;br /&gt;Awake and overspread all Nations as in Ancient Time&lt;br /&gt;For lo! the Night of Death is past and the Eternal Day&lt;br /&gt;Appears upon our Hills: Awake Jerusalem, and come away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spake the Vision of Albion &amp;amp; in him so spake in my hearing&lt;br /&gt;The Universal Father. Then Albion stretchd his hand into Infinitude.&lt;br /&gt;And took his Bow. Fourfold the Vision for bright beaming Urizen&lt;br /&gt;Layd his hand on the South &amp;amp; took a breathing Bow of carved Gold&lt;br /&gt;Luvah his hand stretch'd to the East &amp;amp; bore a Silver Bow bright     shining&lt;br /&gt;Tharmas Westward a Bow of Brass pure flaming richly wrought&lt;br /&gt;Urthona Northward in thick storms a Bow of Iron terrible thundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Bow is a Male &amp;amp; Female &amp;amp; the Quiver of the Arrows of     Love,&lt;br /&gt;Are the Children of this Bow: a Bow of Mercy &amp;amp; Loving-kindness:     laying&lt;br /&gt;Open the hidden Heart in Wars of mutual Benevolence Wars of Love&lt;br /&gt;And the Hand of Man grasps firm between the Male &amp;amp; Female Loves&lt;br /&gt;And he Clothed himself in Bow &amp;amp; Arrows in awful state Fourfold&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of his Twenty-eight Cities each with his Bow breathing&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 98&lt;br /&gt;Then each an Arrow flaming from his Quiver fitted carefully&lt;br /&gt;They drew fourfold the unreprovable String, bending thro the wide     Heavens&lt;br /&gt;The horned Bow Fourfold, loud sounding flew the flaming Arrow     fourfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring the Bow-string breathes with ardor. Clouds roll round the     horns&lt;br /&gt;Of the wide Bow, loud sounding Winds sport on the Mountains brows:&lt;br /&gt;The Druid Spectre was Annihilate loud thundring rejoicing terrific     vanishing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5147864661299297360?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5147864661299297360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5147864661299297360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5147864661299297360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5147864661299297360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-forth.html' title='GOING FORTH'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXsh63KkCQA/TwL5V4v_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O1JgmuiSkRY/s72-c/2012-01-03-0613-51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-7844225087596269753</id><published>2012-01-02T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:51:34.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-outer fauxcolumn-center-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-inner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-outer fauxcolumn-left-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-inner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-outer fauxcolumn-right-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-inner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3a/Blake_Job_6.jpg/471px-Blake_Job_6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3a/Blake_Job_6.jpg/471px-Blake_Job_6.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;wikipedia collection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5c/Satan_Smiting_Job_with_Boils_Butts.jpg/100px-Satan_Smiting_Job_with_Boils_Butts.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 21&lt;br /&gt;O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You O lovely forms&lt;/b&gt;, you have prepared my death-cup:&lt;br /&gt;The disease of Shame covers me from bead to feet: I have no hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every boil upon my body&lt;/b&gt; is a separate &amp;amp; deadly Sin.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me         &lt;br /&gt;Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!&lt;br /&gt;First fled my Sons, &amp;amp; then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Cattle next&lt;/b&gt;, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled&lt;br /&gt;The Corn-fields, &amp;amp; the breathing Gardens outside separated&lt;br /&gt;The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease &lt;br /&gt;All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste&lt;br /&gt;Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!&lt;br /&gt;That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,&lt;br /&gt;And with the Loom: to cover&amp;nbsp;Gwendolen and Ragan with costly Robes&lt;br /&gt;Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil      &lt;br /&gt;Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence&lt;br /&gt;And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem!&lt;/b&gt; I look into thy bosom:&lt;br /&gt;I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold&lt;br /&gt;Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence &amp;amp; fear:     &lt;br /&gt;Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed&lt;br /&gt;Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:&lt;br /&gt;In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna&lt;br /&gt;Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!&lt;br /&gt;Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:           &lt;br /&gt;I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,&lt;br /&gt;Nor that their every thought was Sin &amp;amp; secret appetite&lt;br /&gt;Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees&lt;br /&gt;In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes&lt;br /&gt;He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:      &lt;br /&gt;Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens&lt;br /&gt;Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel &amp;amp; Gwendolen!&lt;br /&gt;Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild &amp;amp; Ignoge!&lt;br /&gt;Because the Peak, Malvern &amp;amp; Cheviot Reason in Cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Penmaenmawr &amp;amp; Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief                &lt;br /&gt;Manchester &amp;amp; Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt &amp;amp; Despair&lt;br /&gt;Malden &amp;amp; Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices     &lt;br /&gt;I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds&lt;br /&gt;From Lincoln &amp;amp; Norwich, from Edinburgh &amp;amp; Monmouth:&lt;br /&gt;I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads         &lt;br /&gt;Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0021q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0021q.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I see them die beneath the whips of the Captains! they are taken&lt;br /&gt;In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe&lt;br /&gt;Six months they lie  embalmd in Silent death: warshipped        &lt;br /&gt;Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring           &lt;br /&gt;Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before&lt;br /&gt;The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals &amp;amp; their deadly cries&lt;br /&gt;Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful? O that Death &amp;amp; Annihilation were the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This plate gives us Albion's statement, to be followed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Vala's answer. If you haven't read this blog before, I can tell you that Albion was Blake's term for England, or more generally Everyman (including of course you and me). Vala is Blake's name for the earthly, material (and materialistic) woman, or more properly the earthly Albion's wife (emanation!), the 'contrary' of Jerusalem, the Eternal wife or emanation of Albion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;With&lt;b&gt; 'You O lovely forms' &lt;/b&gt;Blake means especially Vala. (It's as if a man is denouncing his wife and his mistress, but his denunciations are directed primarily at the mistress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"Every boil upon my body"&lt;/b&gt;: this sounds very much like The Book of Job. (The picture above is one of the plates of Blake's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Blake%27s_Illustrations_of_the_Book_of_Job"&gt;Illustrations  of the Book of Job&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows (the cattle, the cornfield, the sun, the moon, etc.) is a remarkable record of the earlier catastrophe when Albion fell asleep in Beulah (and slept too long!); Blake called it the Fall, and it points toward the same thing ahead for us all (the Rise, or Recovery).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Gwendolen and Ragan" &lt;/b&gt;consult &lt;a href="http://www.english.uga.edu/%7Enhilton/ee/home.html"&gt;the concordance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem!": here he changes his reproaches to Jerusalem (bride of Christ, but fallen; do you know any fallen brides of Christ?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more interpretation is needed.&amp;nbsp; You could research it, just like I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7844225087596269753?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/7844225087596269753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=7844225087596269753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7844225087596269753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7844225087596269753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/plate-21.html' title='Plate 21'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-8016554207854454170</id><published>2012-01-01T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:56:14.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage of heaven and hell'/><title type='text'>BLAKE &amp; SOURCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Marriage of Heaven &amp;amp; Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1799/0021r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 435px;" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1799/0021r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plate 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/cgi-bin/ampage?collId=rbc3&amp;amp;fileName=rbc0001_2003rosen1799page.db"&gt;Library of Congress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosenwald Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blake was hungry to assimilate ideas into his ever expanding       system of thought as Peter Ackroyd tells us in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/blake-id-9780345376114.aspx"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake, A         Biography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In  his eclectic assumption of Taylor's Neoplatonism, in fact, we       can  observe the movement of Blake's mind; he picked up separate        ideas, or fragments of knowledge, as he needed them. He was a        synthesiser and a systematiser, like so many of his generation,        but it was his own synthesis designed to establish his own system        of belief. He was likely to adopt an idea he designed or read in a        periodical or pamphlet with the same frequency that he borrowed        notions from Swedenborg or Paracelsus. He was, above everything        else, an artist and not an orthodox 'thinker': he was attracted to        images or phrases as a means of interpretation, and never espoused        a complete or coherently organised body of knowledge." (Page 90)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blake's comments on Swedenborg in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage of Heaven &amp;amp; Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       point out the breadth of influences upon him and the critical       evaluations he made of his sources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family:arial;" &gt;Marriage of Heaven &amp;amp; Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family:arial;" &gt;, Plate 21, (E 42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A man carried a monkey about for a shew, &amp;amp; because he was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as       much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;folly of churches &amp;amp; exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that       all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are religious. &amp;amp; himself the single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLATE 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One on earth that ever broke a net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all religious, &amp;amp; conversed not with Devils who all hate       religion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;superficial opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen, produce ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-8016554207854454170?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/8016554207854454170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=8016554207854454170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/8016554207854454170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/8016554207854454170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/01/blake-sources.html' title='BLAKE &amp; SOURCES'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1010958233208488795</id><published>2011-12-31T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:36:53.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 20&lt;br /&gt;But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:&lt;br /&gt;Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.&lt;b&gt;Then thus Jerusalem spoke&lt;/b&gt;, while Vala wove the veil of tears:&lt;br /&gt;Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life&lt;br /&gt;And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:&lt;br /&gt;Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:&lt;br /&gt;Among my lambs &amp;amp; brooks of water, among my warbling birds:&lt;br /&gt;Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:&lt;br /&gt;Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.&lt;br /&gt;Vala replied weeping &amp;amp; trembling, hiding in her veil.&lt;br /&gt;When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:&lt;br /&gt;Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,&lt;br /&gt;Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings &amp;amp; eyes&lt;br /&gt;The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of&lt;br /&gt;stone.&lt;br /&gt;The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.&lt;br /&gt;They view their former life: they number moments over and over;&lt;br /&gt;Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!&lt;br /&gt;Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.&lt;br /&gt;O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest&lt;br /&gt;At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little&lt;br /&gt;Error &amp;amp; fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin&lt;br /&gt;Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned&lt;br /&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy &amp;amp; love!&lt;br /&gt;Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Slay not my infant loves &amp;amp; graces, beautiful daughter of Moab&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain&lt;br /&gt;When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands&lt;br /&gt;Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.&lt;br /&gt;The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,&lt;br /&gt;Because it inclosd pity &amp;amp; love; because we lov'd one-another!&lt;br /&gt;Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd&lt;br /&gt;thee!&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0020q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0020q.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astonish'd at his beauty &amp;amp; perfection, thou forgavest his furious&lt;br /&gt;love:&lt;br /&gt;I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:&lt;br /&gt;- 165 -&lt;br /&gt;He made me his Bride &amp;amp; Wife: he gave thee to Albion.&lt;br /&gt;Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!&lt;br /&gt;Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 21&lt;br /&gt;O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans&lt;br /&gt;You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:&lt;br /&gt;The disease of Shame covers me from bead to feet: I have no hope&lt;br /&gt;Every boil upon my body is a separate &amp;amp; deadly Sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Notes:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking over the text en toto you may notice that beginning with Vala's statement in Plate 18 there's a continuous sequence in the story to the end of Chapter One (To the Public).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Plate 20 appears to be primarily a statement that Jerusalem made to Vala: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then thus Jerusalem spoke...." Jerusalem is saying that Vala, her material counterpart has robbed Albion of his hold on Eternity.&amp;nbsp; The consequence (according to the Sacred Story) was the Visit to Earth of the Saviour; his compassion and passion led to universal redemption (such was Blake's faith IMO).&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; --------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1010958233208488795?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1010958233208488795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1010958233208488795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1010958233208488795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1010958233208488795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-20-but-when-they-saw-albion-falln.html' title='Plate 20'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1010788087998844451</id><published>2011-12-30T05:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:00:24.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Repost from December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December 2009 I posted four time on the nativity using Blake's illustrations to Milton's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Morning of Christ's Nativity&lt;/span&gt;.  The fifth illustration of the series "The Flight of &lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/m/moloch.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" faithfully presents these lines from&lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/text.shtml"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Milton's ode&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umilta.net/miltonnativity.html%20%20XXIII"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;XXIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;And sullen &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/but542.1.5.wc.300.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moloch&lt;/i&gt; fled&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Hath left in shadows dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;   His burning Idol all of blackest hue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;In vain with Cymbals' ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;They call the grisly king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;   In dismal dance about the furnace blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c9/Onthemorningthomas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 492px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c9/Onthemorningthomas5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Moloch,  the second of Blake's &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2010/07/job-summation.html"&gt;Seven Eyes of God&lt;/a&gt;,  called the executioner, required child sacrifice. Blake presents the  theme of sacrificing children by showing the infant Jesus emerging from a  'fiery furnace.' &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=3309663"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;  tells of three men who emerged from such a furnace unscathed having met  in the furnace a fourth who appeared as the 'Son of God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On plate 31 (E 177) of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerusalem &lt;/span&gt;Blake tells us that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;"And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;(In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=1409649"&gt;Two women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(cf.1st  Kings 3:16ff) are touching the child emerging from the furnace. One  appears to be Jerusalem, the other Vala or Rahab. Both turn away from  the child as they reach out to touch him. In&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.english.uga.edu/%7Enhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/songs_and_ballads.html#traveller"&gt;The Mental Traveller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we read of a babe whom none could touch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mental Traveller&lt;/span&gt;, (E 484)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;"Till from the fire on the hearth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;A little Female Babe does spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;And she is all of solid fire     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;And gems &amp;amp; gold that none his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Dares stretch to touch her Baby form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Or wrap her in his swaddling-band"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Blake and Milton  have supplemented the picture of the child who was laid in the manger as provided by &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=4618962"&gt;Luke.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1010788087998844451?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1010788087998844451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1010788087998844451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1010788087998844451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1010788087998844451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-5.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 5'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-2283093593123789498</id><published>2011-12-29T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:44:50.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imitation of Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="navbar section" id="navbar"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Navbar" id="Navbar1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body-fauxcolumns"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-outer body-fauxcolumn-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-inner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="content-fauxcolumns"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-outer content-fauxcolumn-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="fauxcolumn-inner"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="content-cap-top cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fauxborder-left content-fauxborder-left"&gt;&lt;div class="content-inner"&gt;&lt;header&gt;&lt;div class="footer-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="header-cap-top cap-top"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2445913707532940293"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beginning at Erdman Page 408 Miscellaneous were printed in 1783 when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blake was ca 26; some were written when he was as young as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. Obviously during Blake's early years he became a great admirer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of the 16th century British Poet Edmund Spenser, &amp;nbsp;best known for &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Faerie_Queene" title="The Faerie Queene"&gt;The Faerie Queene&lt;/a&gt;, an epic poem and fantastical &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory" title="Allegory"&gt;allegory&lt;/a&gt; celebrating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tudor_dynasty" title="Tudor dynasty"&gt;Tudor dynasty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_I" title="Elizabeth I"&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The young Blake's poem was of course derivative, a hint of the ways&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that the mature Blake dealt with all his sources, very freely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 AN&lt;br /&gt;      IMITATION OF SPEN[S]ER.                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golden Apollo&lt;/b&gt;, that thro' heaven wide&lt;br /&gt;  Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams!&lt;br /&gt;In lucent words my darkling verses dight,&lt;br /&gt;  And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,&lt;br /&gt;  That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams:         &lt;br /&gt;All while the jocund hours in thy train&lt;br /&gt;Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet;&lt;br /&gt;  And when thou yields to night thy wide domain,                &lt;br /&gt;Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;b&gt;brutish Pan&lt;/b&gt; in vain might thee assay          &lt;br /&gt;  With tinkling sounds to dash thy nervous verse,&lt;br /&gt;Sound without sense; yet in his rude affray,&lt;br /&gt;  (For ignorance is Folly's leesing nurse,                      &lt;br /&gt;  And love of Folly needs none other curse;)                    &lt;br /&gt;Midas the praise hath gain'd of lengthen'd eares,                &lt;br /&gt;  For which himself might deem him neer the worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To sit in council with his modern peers,&lt;br /&gt;And judge of tinkling rhimes, and elegances terse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou, &lt;b&gt;Mercurius&lt;/b&gt;, that with winged brow&lt;br /&gt;  Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky,      &lt;br /&gt;And thro' Heav'n's halls thy airy flight dost throw,&lt;br /&gt;Entering with holy feet to where on high&lt;br /&gt;Jove weighs the counsel of futurity;&lt;br /&gt;  Then, laden with eternal fate, dost go&lt;br /&gt;Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky,        &lt;br /&gt;And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If thou arrivest at the sandy shore,&lt;br /&gt;Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell,&lt;br /&gt;  Thy golden rod, thrown on the dusty floor,&lt;br /&gt;Can charm to harmony with potent spell;       &lt;br /&gt;Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel&lt;br /&gt;  Envy and Hate, that thirst for human gore:&lt;br /&gt;And cause in sweet society to dwell&lt;br /&gt;Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  O Mercury, assist my lab'ring sense,           &lt;br /&gt;That round the circle of the world wou'd fly!&lt;br /&gt;  As the &lt;b&gt;wing'd eagle&lt;/b&gt; scorns the tow'ry fence&lt;br /&gt;Of Alpine bills round his high aery,&lt;br /&gt;And searches thro' the corners of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;  Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound,   &lt;br /&gt;And see the winged lightnings as they fly,                      &lt;br /&gt;  Then, bosom'd in an amber cloud, around&lt;br /&gt;Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol's palace high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And thou, O warrior maid, invincible,                         &lt;br /&gt;Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove!           &lt;br /&gt;  Pallas, Minerva, maiden terrible,&lt;br /&gt;Lov'st thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove,&lt;br /&gt;  In solemn gloom of branches interwove?&lt;br /&gt;Or bear'st thy Egis o'er the burning field,&lt;br /&gt;  Where, like the sea, the waves of battle move?   &lt;br /&gt;Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The weary wanderer thro' the desert rove? Or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;does th' afflicted man thy heav'nly bosom move?&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Golden Apollo: in Greek mythology Apollo was said to&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;have golden hair. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams":&lt;/b&gt; well this is&lt;br /&gt;certainly where Blake lived; he calls it here "fairy dreams",&lt;br /&gt;but later 'heavenly visions'.  Blake lived for the Visions;&lt;br /&gt;they came freely until ca 1782, departed until 1802.&lt;br /&gt;   Thus we have the three periods of Blake's creative life: the&lt;br /&gt;inspiration of youth, the disillusionment of middle age, and&lt;br /&gt;the rebirth in ca 43. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"brutish Pan" is an apt metaphor for what was to come for&lt;br /&gt;Blake: tinkling sound without sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;With the paragraph on Mercurius Blake gave a florid (Elizabethan?)&lt;br /&gt;account of the coming and departure of the Sun, making a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he touches on the 'wing'd eagle'.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally Pallas, a name for Athena; if you're acquainted with&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's famous tempera, The Sea of Time and Space, you may&lt;br /&gt;remember that some interpreters identified the lady on the shore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;beckoning to the wayfarer to take the southern path above as&lt;br /&gt;Athena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="footer-cap-bottom cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/header&gt;&lt;footer&gt;&lt;/footer&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content-cap-bottom cap-bottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-2283093593123789498?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/2283093593123789498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=2283093593123789498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2283093593123789498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2283093593123789498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/imitation-of-spencer.html' title='Imitation of Spencer'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-7936121092340501811</id><published>2011-12-28T05:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:19:13.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bc/Onthemorningthomas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 405px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bc/Onthemorningthomas4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Repost from  December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Blake  in his characteristic way, sees the birth of Christ as part of a larger  picture. The Bible, John Milton, the history of religion, cosmology,  and his own myth; each play a  role in Blake's response to Jesus'  birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but538.1.wc.04&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;"On the Morning of Christ's Nativity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blake Archive provides this in its introduction to "On the Morning of Christ's Nativity:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blake's interest in the 'Nativity Ode' began some years before his execution of these water colors. His illuminated book, &lt;cite&gt;Europe a Prophecy&lt;/cite&gt;  (1794), clearly shows the influence of Milton's ode. By 1809, Blake may  have taken a renewed interest in the poem because of his increasingly  Christocentric theological views. His harsh criticism of classical  civilization resonates with two of the 'Nativity' designs, 'The Old  Dragon' and 'The Overthrow of Apollo and the Pagan Gods' (objects 3 and  4). Modern critics have been hard pressed to find Blake dissenting from  Milton's own iconography and perspectives in the ode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton, &lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/text.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nativity Ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Europe a Prohecy&lt;/span&gt; (E61,2.12):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?&lt;br /&gt;To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it&lt;br /&gt;With milk and honey?                                       &lt;br /&gt;I see it smile &amp;amp; I roll inward &amp;amp; my voice is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ceast &amp;amp; rolld her shady clouds&lt;br /&gt;Into the secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATE 3&lt;br /&gt;              A PROPHECY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep of winter came;                              &lt;br /&gt;What time the secret child,&lt;br /&gt;Descended thro' the orient gates of the eternal day:&lt;br /&gt;War ceas'd, &amp;amp; all the troops like shadows fled to their abodes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7936121092340501811?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/7936121092340501811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=7936121092340501811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7936121092340501811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7936121092340501811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-ode-3.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 4'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4298215520057405633</id><published>2011-12-27T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:48:27.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;what we have here is a puzzling picture that properly belongs&amp;nbsp; at this line:&lt;br /&gt;                  (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls).&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;Erdman rereferred to it as a complex emblem of division and union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;What I see is a couple (two couples in fact): above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;two cherubic figures meeting together in a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;And below much larger figures whose contact is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;confined to their toes. (Heaven is above; earth is below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;That's the essence of the meaning of the text.&lt;br /&gt;The two larger reclining figures are Vala on the left, &lt;br /&gt;clothed in her vale, and naked Jerusalem on the right.&lt;br /&gt;(mortal people have garments; the immortals are&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;naked.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;PLATE 18&lt;br /&gt;From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,&lt;br /&gt;There is an Outside spread Without, &amp;amp; an Outside spread Within&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:&lt;br /&gt;An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, &amp;amp; thirst &amp;amp; sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,         &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- 162 -&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0018q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0018q.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;(For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls)&lt;br /&gt;Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another&lt;br /&gt;Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead&lt;br /&gt;To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!&lt;br /&gt;The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!&lt;br /&gt;Nor sons! nor hateful peace &amp;amp; love, nor soft complacencies&lt;br /&gt;With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table,      &lt;br /&gt;Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights&lt;br /&gt;Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb,&lt;br /&gt;And river and mountain, and city &amp;amp; village, and house &amp;amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the Oak &amp;amp; Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.&lt;br /&gt;In self-denial!--But War and deadly contention, Between          &lt;br /&gt;Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities&lt;br /&gt;Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house &amp;amp; garden&lt;br /&gt;The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds&lt;br /&gt;And chambers of trembling &amp;amp; suspition, hatreds of age &amp;amp; youth&lt;br /&gt;And boy &amp;amp; girl, &amp;amp; animal &amp;amp; herb, &amp;amp; river &amp;amp; mountain              &lt;br /&gt;And city &amp;amp; village, and house &amp;amp; family. That the Perfect,&lt;br /&gt;May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build&lt;br /&gt;Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.&lt;br /&gt;She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister     &lt;br /&gt;Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House,&lt;br /&gt;With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.&lt;br /&gt;Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged&lt;br /&gt;Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul&lt;br /&gt;To be for a Shame &amp;amp; a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever       &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;So cry Hand &amp;amp; Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions &lt;br /&gt;Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of&lt;br /&gt;     Sinners,&lt;br /&gt;Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.&lt;br /&gt;Soon Hand mightily devour'd &amp;amp; absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.&lt;br /&gt;Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness,     &lt;br /&gt;And Hyle &amp;amp; Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries&lt;br /&gt;In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.&lt;br /&gt;Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.&lt;br /&gt;Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark &amp;amp; unknown Night,         &lt;br /&gt;Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain &amp;amp; tears:&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4298215520057405633?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4298215520057405633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4298215520057405633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4298215520057405633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4298215520057405633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-18.html' title='Plate 18'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1762239329391894284</id><published>2011-12-26T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:53:37.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/75/Onthemorningthomas2.jpg/462px-Onthemorningthomas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 414px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/75/Onthemorningthomas2.jpg/462px-Onthemorningthomas2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Repost from December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but551.1.wc.14&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;Chorus of Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since  the first image we form of ourselves is that of a body, we may  formulate the idea that at some point the spirit enters the body and  begins to express itself through the body. But as Blake explains here,  it is the bodies which are made for the spirits which pre-exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  Albion represents the Universal Man, Jerusalem represents the Universal  Woman: the 'vast family wondrous in beauty and love.' Albion is  fourfold, Jerusalem is unified: the expression of the Divine Vision  within the Universal Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this passage, Blake presents the  idea that redemption begins when 'the Lamb of God' becomes visible  within the Unified Spiritual Body which is Jerusalem. The song of the  angels, sung when the birth of Jesus was announced to the shepherds, is  echoed in Blake's verses at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOSPEL OF LUKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;2:8-12  - "There were some shepherds living in the same part of the country,  keeping guard throughout the night over their flocks in the open fields.  Suddenly an angel of the Lord stood by their side, the splendour of the  Lord blazed around them, and they were terror-stricken. But the angel  said to them, 'Do not be afraid! Listen, I bring you glorious news of  great joy which is for all the people. This very day, in David's town, a  Saviour has been born for you. He is Christ, the Lord. Let this prove  it to you: you will find a baby, wrapped up and lying in a manger.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;2:13-14  - And in a flash there appeared with the angel a vast host of the  armies of Heaven, praising God, saying, 'Glory to God in the highest  Heaven! Peace upon earth among men of goodwill!'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four Zoas: Night the Eighth&lt;/span&gt;, Page 103 (E376):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enitharmon wove in tears Singing Songs of Lamentations&lt;br /&gt;And pitying comfort as she sighd forth on the wind &lt;b&gt;the spectres&lt;br /&gt;And wove them bodies calling them her belovd sons and daughters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employing the daughters in her looms &amp;amp; Los employd the Sons&lt;br /&gt;In Golgonoozas Furnaces among the Anvils of time &amp;amp; space&lt;br /&gt;Thus &lt;b&gt;forming a Vast family wondrous in beauty &amp;amp; love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they &lt;b&gt;appeard a Universal female form &lt;/b&gt;created&lt;br /&gt;From those who were dead in Ulro from the Spectres of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGE 104 (FIRST PORTION)&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Enitharmon namd the Female Jerusa[le]m the holy&lt;br /&gt;Wondring&lt;/b&gt; she &lt;b&gt;saw the Lamb of God within Jerusalems Veil&lt;br /&gt;The divine Vision seen within the inmost deep recess&lt;br /&gt;Of fair Jerusalems bosom in a gently beaming fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sang the Sons of Eden round the Lamb of God &amp;amp; said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glory Glory Glory to the holy Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Who now beginneth to put off the dark Satanic body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we behold redemption &lt;b&gt;Now we know that life Eternal&lt;br /&gt;Depends alone upon the Universal hand &amp;amp; not in us&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOSPEL OF LUKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;2:25-32  - "In Jerusalem was a man by the name of Simeon. He was an upright man,  devoted to the service of God, living in expectation of the 'salvation  of Israel'. His heart was open to the Holy Spirit, and it had been  revealed to him that he would not die before he saw the Lord's Christ.  He had been led by the Spirit to go into the Temple, and when Jesus'  parents brought the child in to have done to him what the Law required,  he took him up in his arms, blessed God, and said - 'At last, Lord, you  can dismiss your servant in peace, as you promised! &lt;b&gt;For with my own  eyes I have seen your salvation which you have made ready for every  people - a light to show truth to the Gentiles and bring glory to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your people Israel.'"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1762239329391894284?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1762239329391894284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1762239329391894284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1762239329391894284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1762239329391894284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-ode-iii.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 2'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-7469864833234998490</id><published>2011-12-26T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:08:12.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0005q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0005q.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.35839811397506516" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There are 100 plates in Blake’s Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Blake’s  Jerusalem has 100 plates; they may be published from the Library of  Congress or from the Yale archives. Here is Plate 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Here’s the text of this plate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;PLATE 5&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Albion are&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge &amp;amp; Oxford &amp;amp; London,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;In Chasms &amp;amp; Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;terrible[.] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war &amp;amp; of tumult&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of mountain &amp;amp; river &amp;amp; city, are small &amp;amp; wither'd &amp;amp; darken'd&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Lincoln &amp;amp; Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;north!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Entuthon-Benython&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' &lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;non-entity:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Moab &amp;amp; Ammon &amp;amp; Amalek &amp;amp; Canaan &amp;amp; Egypt &amp;amp; Aram&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cruelty &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness &amp;amp; love:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ages,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;While I write of the building of Golgonooza, &amp;amp; of the terrors of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Entuthon:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of Hand &amp;amp; Hyle &amp;amp; Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hutton:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of the terrible sons &amp;amp; daughters of Albion. and their&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Generations.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And to devour the Sleeping &amp;nbsp;Humanity &amp;nbsp;of &amp;nbsp;Albion &amp;nbsp;in &amp;nbsp;rage &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hunger. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;They revolve into the Furnaces Southward &amp;amp; are driven forth&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Northward&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Divided into Male and Female forms time after time.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;In Londons darkness; and my tears fall day and night,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Upon the Emanations of Albions Sons! the Daughters of Albion&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Names anciently rememberd, but now contemn'd as fictions!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Cambel &amp;amp; Gwendolen &amp;amp; Conwenna &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;Cordella &amp;amp; Ignoge.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Gwiniverra &amp;amp; Gwinefred, &amp;amp; Gonorill &amp;amp; Sabrina beautiful,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Estrild, Mehetabel &amp;amp; Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O what avail the loves &amp;amp; tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands &amp;amp; tender tears &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;(Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever).&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Immense, and Jerusalem &amp;amp; Vala weeping in the Cloud&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Lamenting for her children, for the sons &amp;amp; daughters of Albion &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Notes on Plate 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;(To be continued) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7469864833234998490?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/7469864833234998490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=7469864833234998490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7469864833234998490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7469864833234998490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-5.html' title='Plate 5'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5601241667679047444</id><published>2011-12-25T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:45:00.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PLATE 17&lt;br /&gt;His Spectre divides &amp;amp; Los in fury compells it to divide:&lt;br /&gt;To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air,&lt;br /&gt;To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent&lt;br /&gt;Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own:&lt;br /&gt;To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces  &lt;br /&gt;But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he&lt;br /&gt;Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed&lt;br /&gt;In the fires of their beauty &amp;amp; perfection &amp;amp; be Vegetated beneath&lt;br /&gt;Their Looms, in a Generation of death &amp;amp; resurrection to&lt;br /&gt;     forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually &lt;br /&gt;Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points&lt;br /&gt;     of heaven&lt;br /&gt;In the fierce desires of beauty &amp;amp; in the tortures of repulse! He&lt;br /&gt;     is&lt;br /&gt;The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold&lt;br /&gt;     chastity:&lt;br /&gt;Subdued by the Spectre of the Living &amp;amp; terrified by undisguisd&lt;br /&gt;     desire.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man&lt;br /&gt;I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not&lt;br /&gt;Be lost: &amp;amp; lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!&lt;br /&gt;Piteous image of my soft desires &amp;amp; loves: O Enitharmon!&lt;br /&gt;I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy&lt;br /&gt;     Children. &lt;br /&gt;No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for &lt;br /&gt;     labour! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion&lt;br /&gt;They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy&lt;br /&gt;Enitharmon: &lt;b&gt;Vala would never have sought &amp;amp; loved Albion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false   &lt;br /&gt;And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0017q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0017q.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah:&lt;br /&gt;And cruel forms, unlike the merciful  forms of Beulahs Night&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken &amp;amp; die&lt;br /&gt;Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge &amp;amp; Cruelty          &lt;br /&gt;Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from&lt;br /&gt;     Man&lt;br /&gt;And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.&lt;br /&gt;Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist:&lt;br /&gt;But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions &amp;amp; Objections &amp;amp; Unbeliefs&lt;br /&gt;Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever &amp;amp; ever:     &lt;br /&gt;If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning &amp;amp; Derogation from Me, an Objecting &amp;amp; cruel Spite&lt;br /&gt;And Malice &amp;amp; Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become&lt;br /&gt;My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell&lt;br /&gt;Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, &amp;amp; when            &lt;br /&gt;And where &amp;amp; how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be&lt;br /&gt;     Organized&lt;br /&gt;But as a distorted &amp;amp; reversed Reflexion in the Darkness&lt;br /&gt;And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above&lt;br /&gt;Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever&lt;br /&gt;And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire&lt;br /&gt;And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by&lt;br /&gt;Those that thou tormentest, a Hell &amp;amp; Despair for ever &amp;amp; ever.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So Los in secret with himself communed &amp;amp; Enitharmon heard&lt;br /&gt;In her darkness &amp;amp; was comforted: yet still she divided away&lt;br /&gt;In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night;            &lt;br /&gt;First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom[.]&lt;br /&gt;Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments&lt;br /&gt;Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame &amp;amp; confusion of&lt;br /&gt;Face; in terrors &amp;amp; pains of Hell &amp;amp; Eternal Death, the&lt;br /&gt;Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living &amp;amp; Los howld over it:      &lt;br /&gt;Feeding it with his groans &amp;amp; tears day &amp;amp; night without ceasing:&lt;br /&gt;And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations,&lt;br /&gt;And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! &amp;amp; direful&lt;br /&gt;     strugglings.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury&lt;br /&gt;Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words            &lt;br /&gt;Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where &amp;amp; at what time&lt;br /&gt;I please: tell Hand &amp;amp; Skofield they are my ministers of evil&lt;br /&gt;To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;        Los obviously now has control of his Spectre (something all of us&lt;br /&gt;should endeavor to do). What does that mean?&amp;nbsp; To me it means that&lt;br /&gt;your Errors of thought, word, and deed are replaced by the &lt;br /&gt;Creative Dimension of your life.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The Hound of line 3 reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://www.houndsofheaven.com/thepoem.htm"&gt;Hound of Heave&lt;/a&gt;n, by Francis&lt;br /&gt;Thompson (who influenced J.R.R. Tolkien; Thompson quoted: &lt;br /&gt;"To see a world in a grain of sand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And a Heaven in a wild flower,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And eternity in an hour;"&lt;br /&gt;  ********************&lt;br /&gt;  "Vala would never have sought &amp;amp; loved Albion&lt;br /&gt;If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false   &lt;br /&gt;And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here Blake refers to the Fall, the terrible power of the uronic Vala.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Plate closes with Blake's defiance of Skofield and Hand, two of &lt;br /&gt;Blake's deadly enemies. (Scofield, you may remember, was the drunk &lt;br /&gt;soldier who tried to get Blake hung for sedition.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5601241667679047444?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5601241667679047444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5601241667679047444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5601241667679047444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5601241667679047444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-17.html' title='Plate 17'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1818455701877752771</id><published>2011-12-24T06:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:56:09.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1b/Onthemorningtbutts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 477px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1b/Onthemorningtbutts1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Repost from December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning  to "The Morning of Christ's Nativity" by John Milton, for which Blake  made two sets of five watercolor illustrations, there is a lot more to  observe. Blake's pictures like Milton's poetry did not focus only on the  supplanting of  Apollo and heathen gods. The first and last pictures,  like the beginning and ending of Milton's poetry present a more  conventional portrait of the birth of the child based on accounts in the  Gospels of Luke and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Blake's first illustration for &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but542.1.wc.01&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Morning of Christ's Nativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake of course, added distinctive features to his illustrations. In her book &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://books.google.com/books?id=QCqby9KJCB8C&amp;amp;pg=PA113&amp;amp;lpg=PA113&amp;amp;dq=Christ%27s+nativity+blake+apollo&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=REF0xRWm1f&amp;amp;sig=zQwbCt2DziWfd9tTCTVLBq0jpII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=EKchS7XKNoyRtgfcudXcBw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=7&amp;amp;ved=0CCIQ6AEwBg#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blake's Vision of the Poetry of Milton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;  Bette Charlene Werner, on  page 119 and following, points out some  things that speak of Blake's own philosophy. Quoting from her book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;  "With the angelic figure of Peace and the recumbent form of Nature the  artist      suggests the union of heaven and earth in the Word made  flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; the Huntington version of the design emphasizes the divinity, not only of Christ, but also by implication of man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;  The Child is pictured springing forth in unfettered freedom. The figure  suggests at once the "Heav'n-born-childe" of  Milton's ode and the  preexistent soul whose material birth Blake describes in "Infant Sorrow"  (E27, SoE48):&lt;br /&gt;"My mother groand! my father wept.&lt;br /&gt;Into the dangerous world I lept."&lt;br /&gt;The  Blessed Infant, ablaze with the radiance of spiritual existence, is the  light that puts the inferior flame of the sun to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;  According to Blake "everything that lives is holy for the source of life  / Descends to be a weeping babe." (E323) That understanding  may  explain his portrayal of Nature here, not as one whose ugliness requires  a covering, but as a figure whose naked beauty is still apparent  beneath the translucent covering of snow. The veiled form of Nature in  this illustration is, like the Vala of Blake's own mythology, an  embodiment of the vale of tears and the veil of materiality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;  Like Milton, Blake sees in the Incarnation not only the humility of  Christ, emptying himself of his Godhead, but the glorification of man.  He identifies Jesus, the Divine Humanity, with Imagination and insists:  "Man is All Imagination  God is Man &amp;amp; exists in us &amp;amp; we in him."  (E664) This understanding makes the Nativity not only the fulfillment  of God's becoming man, but a promise of salvation through the spiritual  union of all men in in the One Man who is Jesus, the Savior."&lt;br /&gt;End of Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton's&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.umilta.net/miltonnativity.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Morning of Christ's Nativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1818455701877752771?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1818455701877752771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1818455701877752771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1818455701877752771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1818455701877752771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-ode-ii.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 1'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1789210688134351339</id><published>2011-12-23T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:57:19.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;16 &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1505983100807290180" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0016q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0016q.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PLATE 16&lt;br /&gt;Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;b&gt;Bromions iron Tongs &amp;amp; glowing Poker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests&lt;br /&gt;The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech &amp;amp; Ash &amp;amp; Elm enroot&lt;br /&gt;Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along  &lt;br /&gt;The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan&lt;br /&gt;The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beneath the Storms of Theotormon&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; the thundring &lt;b&gt;Bellows&lt;br /&gt;Heaves in the hand of Palamabron&lt;/b&gt; who in Londons darkness&lt;br /&gt;Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp&lt;/b&gt; swinging loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow&lt;br /&gt;Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain&lt;br /&gt;He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River&lt;br /&gt;Feeds the dread Forge, trembling &amp;amp; shuddering along the Valleys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humber &amp;amp; Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace&lt;br /&gt;And Tweed &amp;amp; Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake&lt;br /&gt;Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire&lt;br /&gt;From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan&lt;br /&gt;Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires              &lt;br /&gt;With Ladles huge &amp;amp; iron Pokers over the Island white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces&lt;br /&gt;Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers&lt;br /&gt;Gives to the Children of Albion &amp;amp; to the Children of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation      &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.&lt;br /&gt;Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England &amp;amp; Wales&lt;br /&gt;The Thirty-six of Scotland, &amp;amp; the Thirty-four of Ireland&lt;br /&gt;With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates     &lt;br /&gt;Away from the Conflict of Luvah &amp;amp; Urizen, fixing the Gates&lt;br /&gt;In the Twelve Counties of Wales &amp;amp; thence Gates looking every way&lt;br /&gt;To the Four Points: conduct to England &amp;amp; Scotland &amp;amp; Ireland&lt;br /&gt;And thence to all the Kingdoms &amp;amp; Nations &amp;amp; Families of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in  &lt;br /&gt;Cardiganshire: &amp;amp; the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire&lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire&lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire&lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar&lt;br /&gt;Brecknokshire&lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea &amp;amp; Sodor. so is Wales divided. &lt;br /&gt;The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Glamorganshire&lt;br /&gt;For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates&lt;br /&gt;Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York&lt;br /&gt;Lancashire&lt;br /&gt;Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.  &lt;br /&gt;Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester&lt;br /&gt;Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire&lt;br /&gt;Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn&lt;br /&gt;Camb&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth&lt;br /&gt;And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland &amp;amp; Durham are         &lt;br /&gt;Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan &amp;amp; Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates&lt;br /&gt;Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries&lt;br /&gt;Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo    &lt;br /&gt;Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun&lt;br /&gt;Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht&lt;br /&gt;Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances&lt;br /&gt;In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los &amp;amp; his mighty Children        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of&lt;br /&gt;Los's Halls &amp;amp; every Age renews its powers from these Works&lt;br /&gt;With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or&lt;br /&gt;Wayward Love &amp;amp; every sorrow &amp;amp; distress is carved here&lt;br /&gt;Every Affinity of Parents Marriages &amp;amp; Friendships are here       &lt;br /&gt;In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art&lt;br /&gt;All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years&lt;br /&gt;Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb &amp;amp; Sinai:&lt;br /&gt;And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet &amp;amp; Calvary:&lt;br /&gt;(Erdman 167-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the first paragraph I've highlighted Bromion, Theotormon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_413352499"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/blakeprimer/characters#child"&gt;Palamabron, and Rintrah&lt;/a&gt;. These&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;four characters are the sons of Los and Enitharmon.&amp;nbsp; Los, you recall, was a blacksmith, and here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we find his four sons are employed with him in his smithy. (Of course the oldest son was Orc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look now at a series of the shires of England. Bewildering?  Look at a wide selection of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;a href="https://www.google.com/search?client=ubuntu&amp;amp;channel=fs&amp;amp;q=william+blake%27s+geography&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8"&gt;Blake's Geography&lt;/a&gt;", and study the subject to your hearts content.  Our interest here is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;did he mean with this list of British physical geography?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The plate ends with a much more significant geography: "Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and Sinai: And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet &amp;amp; Calvary; he  has closed with some holy places. If you want to know more Bible and more  Blake, track down those places. Does the closing sentence pretty much  summarize what he was writing about?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="goog-inline-block share-button sb-blog" href="http://www.blogger.com/share-post.g?blogID=2241297441610996949&amp;amp;postID=1505983100807290180&amp;amp;target=blog" target="_blank" title="BlogThis!"&gt;&lt;span class="share-button-link-text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1789210688134351339?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1789210688134351339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1789210688134351339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1789210688134351339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1789210688134351339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-16.html' title='Plate 16'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-4367650948984619989</id><published>2011-12-22T04:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:03:53.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cd/Onthemorningtbutts6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 379px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cd/Onthemorningtbutts6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Repost from December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation  to Blake was a gift from God to prevent the part of eternity that  separated from the whole, from falling into nonentity. Each birth is a  reenactment of that mercy which gives a new opportunity for a return to  the wholeness of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entry into the physical world of  the immortal spirit, is what the images of nativity attempt to portray.  Incorporation of the spiritual in the physical is a movement that sets  off a process of evolving awareness of incarnation: the unity of body  and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Blake's words, the Nativity is concerned with the  'mortal birth.' Blake's primary interest was in the birth to  immortality. Blake added &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/transcription.xq?objectid=songsie.aa.illbk.52"&gt;TO TIRZAH&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs of Experience&lt;/span&gt;  in later copies of songs as his affirmation of the raising of the  spiritual body. But just as 'generation is the image of regeneration',  birth is the image of rebirth, and the child is the image of the new  man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a passage from Jung in which consciousness itself is  the child which is born daily, or moment by moment out of the inner  depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consciousness does not create itself-it wells up from  unknown depths. In childhood it awakens gradually, and all through life  it wakes each morning out of the depths of sleep from an unconscious  condition. It is like a child that is born daily out of the primordial  womb of the unconscious. . . . It is not only influenced by the  unconscious but continually emerges out of it in the form of numberless  spontaneous ideas and sudden flashes of thought." ["The Psychology of  Eastern Meditation," CW 11, par. 935.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consciousness that  Blake tried to convey was that of being a part of the one body; and  being open to a direct connection to the world which is unseen but  always present: Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs of Innocence and Experience&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=songsie.aa.illbk.52&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;Song 52 &lt;/a&gt;(E30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO TIRZAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,&lt;br /&gt;Must be consumed with the Earth&lt;br /&gt;To rise from Generation free;&lt;br /&gt;Then what have I to do with thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sexes sprung from Shame &amp;amp; Pride&lt;br /&gt;Blow'd in the morn: in evening died&lt;br /&gt;But Mercy changd Death into Sleep;&lt;br /&gt;The Sexes rose to work &amp;amp; weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou Mother of my Mortal part.&lt;br /&gt;With cruelty didst mould my Heart.&lt;br /&gt;And with false self-decieving tears,&lt;br /&gt;Didst bind my Nostrils Eyes &amp;amp; Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay&lt;br /&gt;And me to Mortal Life betray:&lt;br /&gt;The Death of Jesus set me free,&lt;br /&gt;Then what have I to do with thee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[text on illustration: It is Raised a Spiritual Body]&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/jerusalem.e.p7.300.jpg"&gt;Plate 7&lt;/a&gt; (E149)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the&lt;br /&gt;destruction&lt;br /&gt;Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End.&lt;br /&gt;O holy Generation! [&lt;em&gt;Image&lt;/em&gt;] of regeneration!&lt;br /&gt;O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies!&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-4367650948984619989?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/4367650948984619989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=4367650948984619989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4367650948984619989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/4367650948984619989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 6'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1552710738648981378</id><published>2011-12-19T07:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:03:10.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Four Zoas'/><title type='text'>NATIVITY ODE 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;John Milton's poem&lt;i&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/index.shtml"&gt;Ode On the Morning of Christ's Nativity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;was  illustrated twice by Blake: once in 1809 for Rev Thomas and once in 1815  for Thomas Butts. The third  plate in the series, the old dragon, shows  marked variation between the two series. Two of the passages in Milton's  poem which are illustrated by Blake's pictures are from Book XVII and  XVIII:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/08/Onthemorningtbutts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 381px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/08/Onthemorningtbutts3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;XVII&lt;br /&gt;"With such a horrid clang&lt;br /&gt;   As on mount &lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/notes.shtml#sinai" target="notes"&gt;&lt;span class="mi"&gt;Sinai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mhalfindent"&gt;While the red fire, and &lt;span class="varspell" title="smoldering"&gt;smouldring&lt;/span&gt; clouds         out brake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The aged Earth &lt;span class="varspell" title="aghast"&gt;agast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line" id="line160"&gt; [ 160 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   With &lt;span class="varspell" title="terror"&gt;terrour&lt;/span&gt; of that       blast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mhalfindent"&gt;Shall from the surface to the center         shake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When at the &lt;span class="varspell" title="world's"&gt;worlds&lt;/span&gt;       last session,&lt;br /&gt;   The &lt;span class="varspell" title="dreadful"&gt;dreadfull&lt;/span&gt;       Judge in middle Air shall spread his &lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/notes.shtml#judge" target="notes"&gt;throne&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVIII&lt;br /&gt;   "And then at last our bliss&lt;br /&gt;   Full and perfect is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mhalfindent"&gt;But now begins; for from this happy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varspell" title="The"&gt;Th'&lt;/span&gt; old &lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/nativity/notes.shtml#dragon" target="notes"&gt;Dragon&lt;/a&gt; under ground,&lt;br /&gt;   In straiter limits bound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mhalfindent"&gt;Not half so far casts his usurped sway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varspell" title="Swings"&gt;Swindges&lt;/span&gt; the scaly &lt;span class="varspell" title="Horror"&gt;Horrour&lt;/span&gt; of his &lt;span class="varspell" title="folded"&gt;foulded&lt;/span&gt; tail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture for Butts, Blake seems to have used motifs from his own  mythology to illustrate the underground dragon of Milton. The seven  headed man holding the scepter and the sword is more clearly the seven  Eyes of God through which humanity passes in the progression through  history. Satan is portrayed in a transitional form between man and  serpent. Going clockwise in the underground  group (excluding Satan),  upper left appears Enion/Tharmas, Urizen/Ahania follows, then   Luvah/Vala, lower left would be Urthona/Los/Enitharmon. The transition  from the underground serpent to the stars overhead is apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dominant theme of the picture is the contrast between the scene of  peace and promise portrayed in the nativity scene above and the disorder  and struggle represented by the characters underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Milton says: "And then at last our bliss&lt;span class="line" id="line165"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Full and perfect is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mhalfindent"&gt;But now begins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f5/Onthemorningthomas3.jpg"&gt; Thomas picture&lt;/a&gt; is also available in Wikimedia. For the most detail of both pictures visit the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/but542.1.3.wc.300.jpg"&gt;Blake Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1552710738648981378?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1552710738648981378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1552710738648981378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1552710738648981378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1552710738648981378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nativity-vi.html' title='NATIVITY ODE 3'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-6367031960734536749</id><published>2011-12-18T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:39:19.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;PLATE 15&lt;br /&gt;And Hand &amp;amp; Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre&lt;br /&gt;Of strong revenge &amp;amp; Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens &lt;br /&gt;Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons &lt;br /&gt;of Albion&lt;br /&gt;Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus &lt;br /&gt;growing&lt;br /&gt;From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful &lt;br /&gt;Vision.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly &lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre &amp;amp; its cruel &lt;br /&gt;Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;I see the Past, Present &amp;amp; Future, existing all at once&lt;br /&gt;Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!&lt;br /&gt;That I may awake Albion from His long &amp;amp; cold repose.             &lt;br /&gt;For Bacon &amp;amp; Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their &lt;br /&gt;terrors hang&lt;br /&gt;Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents&lt;br /&gt;Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0015q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0015q.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turn my eyes to the Schools &amp;amp; Universities of Europe&lt;br /&gt;And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;dire &lt;br /&gt;Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth&lt;br /&gt;In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works&lt;br /&gt;Of many Wheels I View, wheel without wheel, with cogs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;tyrannic&lt;br /&gt;Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;which&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil&lt;br /&gt;Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los&lt;br /&gt;Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills&lt;br /&gt;That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations&lt;br /&gt;While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite    &lt;br /&gt;From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins&lt;br /&gt;Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty &amp;amp; beauty shall take refuge&lt;br /&gt;As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks&lt;br /&gt;But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter           &lt;br /&gt;And thence I see the Chaos of Satan &amp;amp; the World of Adam&lt;br /&gt;When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter&lt;br /&gt;And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death&lt;br /&gt;Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;********************************************************************&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture could be seen as 'Albion sitting upon his Rock' (near the end of the text).&lt;br /&gt;The polypus is somewhere between a jellyfish and a polyp (typical of Blake to use a term with multiple connotations.&lt;br /&gt;Hand, Hyle and Skofeld represent three scurrilous characters.&lt;br /&gt;One would need to be a serious Bible scholar to be familiar with &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ezekiel%2048:31&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;Reuben's Gate&lt;/a&gt; . Blake referred to Reuben 42 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see the Four-fold Man", this passage is exceedingly meaningful; the rest of the text summarizes Blake's value structure, his myth, system, many, many of his Visions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-6367031960734536749?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/6367031960734536749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=6367031960734536749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6367031960734536749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/6367031960734536749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-15.html' title='Plate 15'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-8483790621063683731</id><published>2011-12-17T05:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T06:06:33.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake&apos;s Milton'/><title type='text'>SACRIFICIAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;amp;byte=4760438"&gt;John 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;] And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt;, Plate 21 [23], (E 115)&lt;br /&gt;"There is in Eden a sweet River, of milk &amp;amp; liquid pearl,&lt;br /&gt;   Namd Ololon; on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove&lt;br /&gt;   Down into Ulro: and they wept in long resounding song&lt;br /&gt;   For seven days of eternity, and the rivers living banks&lt;br /&gt;   The mountains wailld! &amp;amp; every plant that grew, in solemn sighs     lamented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When Luvahs bulls each morning drag the sulphur Sun out of the Deep&lt;br /&gt;   Harnessd with starry harness black &amp;amp; shining kept by black     slaves&lt;br /&gt;   That work all night at the starry harness. Strong and vigorous&lt;br /&gt;   They drag the unwilling Orb: at this time &lt;b&gt;all the Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;       Of Eden heard the lamentation, and Providence began.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But when the clarions of day sounded they drownd the lamentations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And when night came all was silent in Ololon: &amp;amp; all refusd to     lament&lt;br /&gt;   In the still night fearing lest they should others molest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Seven mornings Los heard them, as the poor bird within the shell&lt;br /&gt;   Hears its impatient parent bird; and Enitharmon heard them:&lt;br /&gt;   But saw them not, for the blue Mundane Shell inclosd them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And they lamented that they had in wrath &amp;amp; fury &amp;amp; fire&lt;br /&gt;   Driven Milton into the Ulro; for now they knew too late&lt;br /&gt;   That it was Milton the Awakener: they had not heard the Bard,&lt;br /&gt;   Whose song calld Milton to the attempt; and Los heard these laments.&lt;br /&gt;   He heard them call in prayer all the Divine Family;&lt;br /&gt;   And he beheld the Cloud of Milton stretching over Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But all the Family Divine collected as Four Suns&lt;br /&gt;   In the Four Points of heaven East, West &amp;amp; North &amp;amp; South&lt;br /&gt;   Enlarging and enlarging till their Disks approachd each other;&lt;br /&gt;   And when they touch'd closed together Southward in One Sun&lt;br /&gt;   Over Ololon: and as One Man, who weeps over his brother,&lt;br /&gt;   In a dark tomb, so all the Family Divine. wept over Ololon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Saying, Milton goes to Eternal Death! so saying, they groan'd in     spirit&lt;br /&gt;   And were troubled! and again the Divine Family groaned in spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=483086&amp;amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 385px;" src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=483086&amp;amp;t=w" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;     And Ololon said, Let us descend also, and let us give&lt;br /&gt;   Ourselves to death in Ulro among the Transgressors.&lt;br /&gt;   Is Virtue a Punisher? O no! how is this wondrous thing?&lt;br /&gt;   This World beneath, unseen before: this refuge from the wars&lt;br /&gt;   Of Great Eternity! unnatural refuge! unknown by us till now!&lt;br /&gt;   Or are these the pangs of repentance? let us enter into them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milton&lt;/span&gt;, Plate 43 [50]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/dgkeysearchresult.cfm?num=40&amp;amp;parent_id=294980&amp;amp;word=blake%20milton&amp;amp;snum=0&amp;amp;s=1&amp;amp;notword=&amp;amp;d=&amp;amp;c=&amp;amp;f=&amp;amp;k=0&amp;amp;sScope=&amp;amp;sLevel=&amp;amp;sLabel=&amp;amp;imgs=20&amp;amp;pNum="&gt;New York Public Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To go forth to the Great Harvest'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-8483790621063683731?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/8483790621063683731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=8483790621063683731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/8483790621063683731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/8483790621063683731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/sacrificial-love.html' title='SACRIFICIAL LOVE'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5699187537534958416</id><published>2011-12-16T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:09:05.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plate 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;PLATE 14&lt;br /&gt;One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent,&lt;br /&gt;Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen:&lt;br /&gt;Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue:&lt;br /&gt;A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:                &lt;br /&gt;And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way&lt;br /&gt;And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing&lt;br /&gt;In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:&lt;br /&gt;Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.              &lt;br /&gt;And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion,&lt;br /&gt;Ahania &amp;amp; Enion &amp;amp; Vala, are three evanescent shades:&lt;br /&gt;Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:&lt;br /&gt;His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the Buildings of Los! &amp;amp; such are the Woofs of&lt;br /&gt;Enitharmon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0014q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0014q.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters:&lt;br /&gt;Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,&lt;br /&gt;Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth:&lt;br /&gt;Starry &amp;amp; glorious: and they every one in their bright loins:&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative&lt;br /&gt;world:  &lt;br /&gt;And every one a gate of rubies &amp;amp; all sorts of precious stones&lt;br /&gt;In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative&lt;br /&gt;world:&lt;br /&gt;And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world&lt;br /&gt;And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: &amp;amp; Age:   &lt;br /&gt;But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd,&lt;br /&gt;Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates&lt;br /&gt;Eastward &amp;amp; Southward &amp;amp; Northward, are incircled with flaming&lt;br /&gt;fires.&lt;br /&gt;And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth &amp;amp; Depth:&lt;br /&gt;The East is Inwards: &amp;amp; the West is Outwards every way.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending&lt;br /&gt;Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish&lt;br /&gt;Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters:&lt;br /&gt;In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Cherub at the Tree of Life (Genesis 3:24:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-80"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;So he drove out the man;   and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming   sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los also viewed the threefold region: Orc, Urizen and Tharmas (Los of   course makes the fourth), also the four emanations, and his sons and   daughters, all the materialist shades of Eternity. And he has set out to   build the environs of Golgonooza, a mortals attempt to 'build the   kingdom', a kind of shadowy approximation&amp;nbsp; of Jerusalem (the City of  God).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5699187537534958416?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5699187537534958416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5699187537534958416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5699187537534958416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5699187537534958416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-14a_16.html' title='plate 14'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-3955285689662999102</id><published>2011-12-15T07:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:35:13.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>NINE SPHERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.william-blake.org/105347/The-Deity-from-Whom-Proceed-the-nine-Spheres-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.william-blake.org/105347/The-Deity-from-Whom-Proceed-the-nine-Spheres-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Deity from Whom Proceed the Nine&lt;br /&gt;Spheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustration 100 for Dante's&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy"&gt; Divine Comedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashmolean Museum, Oxford, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://books.google.com/books?ei=Qq9pTMjfJaPenQfCyInBBQ&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;output=text&amp;amp;id=SRjS2IhQrasC&amp;amp;dq=pierre+berger+william+blake&amp;amp;jtp=99"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake: poet and mystic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Pierre Berger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is to the world of the invisible that we now find ourselves transported, a world which existed before our material world, and which will exist always; the only one whose existence is real, though we are not aware of it, seeing only its shadow projected in time and space, and taking that shadow for substance. This world is organized like ours : it has its circles, its cosmography, its hierarchy of powers. &lt;span class="gstxt_hlt"&gt;Blake &lt;/span&gt;could have given an exact description of it, as the visionaries and the Gnostics did of theirs. Perhaps he did so. But in what remains of the Prophetical Books, we find only fragments of description, ' Here a little and there a little.' It is only by joining the fragments, by comparing them, by interpreting or by explaining some through others, that any definite idea of his conception of this universe and its inhabitants is reached. Even then, the description is not complete. There are many blanks to be filled, many contradictions and doubtful interpretations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Four Zoas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Night II, (E 323)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night passd &amp;amp; Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss         &lt;br /&gt;She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible&lt;br /&gt;But thus she sang. &lt;b&gt;I sieze the sphery harp I strike the strings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep&lt;br /&gt;And shakes his awful hair&lt;br /&gt;The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks            &lt;br /&gt;The golden sun bears on my song&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved&lt;br /&gt;Who dies for Love of her&lt;br /&gt;In torments of fierce jealousy &amp;amp; pangs of adoration.           &lt;br /&gt;The Lovers night bears on my song&lt;br /&gt;And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand&lt;br /&gt;The solemn silent moon&lt;br /&gt;Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs                 &lt;br /&gt;The birds &amp;amp; beasts rejoice &amp;amp; play&lt;br /&gt;And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious &amp;amp; terrible they sport &amp;amp; rend the nether deeps&lt;br /&gt;The deep lifts up his rugged head&lt;br /&gt;And lost in infinite hum[m]ing wings vanishes with a cry       &lt;br /&gt;The fading cry is ever dying&lt;br /&gt;The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise you little glancing wings &amp;amp; sing your infant joy&lt;br /&gt;Arise &amp;amp; drink your bliss&lt;br /&gt;For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life      &lt;br /&gt;Descends to be a weeping babe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-3955285689662999102?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/3955285689662999102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=3955285689662999102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3955285689662999102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/3955285689662999102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/nine-spheres.html' title='NINE SPHERES'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-837634922889422790</id><published>2011-12-14T03:04:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:43:22.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="contents"&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;Plate 13 is &amp;nbsp;continuous &amp;nbsp;word for word from Plate12, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;continues without a break in Plate 14; it left little &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;for the pictorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;Repeating the end of Plate 13 (for consistency):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;&lt;span class="c1"&gt;Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north&lt;br /&gt;And toward the south fourfold, &amp;amp; fourfold toward the east &amp;amp; west&lt;br /&gt;Each within other toward the four points: that toward&lt;br /&gt;Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,&lt;br /&gt;And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons:&lt;br /&gt;But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation:&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments &amp;amp; perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity&lt;br /&gt;West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.&lt;br /&gt;These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity&lt;br /&gt;In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.&lt;br /&gt;And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.&lt;br /&gt;And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;&lt;br /&gt;Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.&lt;br /&gt;And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro,&lt;br /&gt;Clay bak'd &amp;amp; enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces:&lt;br /&gt;Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, &amp;amp; iron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0"&gt;&lt;span class="c1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;PLATE 13&lt;br /&gt;And that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, brass, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living!&lt;br /&gt;That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous:&lt;br /&gt;That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship&lt;br /&gt;That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass &amp;amp; iron. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim&lt;br /&gt;Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!&lt;br /&gt;Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings&lt;br /&gt;That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone;&lt;br /&gt;That toward &amp;nbsp;Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; their dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible &amp;amp; deadly its ornaments:&lt;br /&gt;Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs&lt;br /&gt;Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone:&lt;br /&gt;The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities:&lt;br /&gt;And that toward Generation, seven generative forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every part of the City is fourfold; &amp;amp; every inhabitant,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; fourfold. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And every pot &amp;amp; vessel &amp;amp; garment &amp;amp; utensil of the houses,&lt;br /&gt;And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one&lt;br /&gt;Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory &amp;amp; fine linen &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ermine.&lt;br /&gt;And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace &amp;amp; the golden Looms of Cathedron. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate:&lt;br /&gt;And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate:&lt;br /&gt;And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate:&lt;br /&gt;And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal; a Land &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy:&lt;br /&gt;In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther;&lt;br /&gt;From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; center:&lt;br /&gt;In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without,&lt;br /&gt;And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan;&lt;br /&gt;The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly:&lt;br /&gt;The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract &amp;amp; Lakes of Fire:&lt;br /&gt;The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge:&lt;br /&gt;And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men:&lt;br /&gt;(But whatever is visible to the Generated Man,&lt;br /&gt;Is a Creation of mercy &amp;amp; love, from the Satanic Void.) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The land of darkness flamed but no light, &amp;amp; no repose:&lt;br /&gt;The land of snows of trembling, &amp;amp; of iron hail incessant:&lt;br /&gt;The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths:&lt;br /&gt;The land of snares &amp;amp; traps &amp;amp; wheels &amp;amp; pit-falls &amp;amp; dire mills:&lt;br /&gt;The Voids, the Solids, &amp;amp; the land of clouds &amp;amp; regions of waters:&lt;br /&gt;With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Beulah:&lt;br /&gt;Self-righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision:&lt;br /&gt;A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent!&lt;br /&gt;Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He views the City of Golgonooza, &amp;amp; its smaller Cities:&lt;br /&gt;The Looms &amp;amp; Mills &amp;amp; Prisons &amp;amp; Work-houses of Og &amp;amp; Anak:&lt;br /&gt;The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian:&lt;br /&gt;And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years:&lt;br /&gt;Permanent, &amp;amp; not lost not lost nor vanishd, &amp;amp; every little act,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word, work, &amp;amp; wish, that has existed, all remaining still&lt;br /&gt;In those Churches ever consuming &amp;amp; ever building by the Spectres&lt;br /&gt;Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created:&lt;br /&gt;Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For every thing exists &amp;amp; not one sigh nor smile nor tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;Here is Plate 13, the text and the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;This is Plate 13:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0 c9"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0 c5"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://docs.google.com/document/pubimage?id=1FkuQ0Ip3w4oCR-awbqMLcMXJcq8AF3iZcLxbsRXEvH4&amp;amp;image_id=1LURIs8af6Tbm7kX5-ZjHA2OJtbsDSi4" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;*********************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Blake always leaned toward &lt;span class="c6"&gt;Fourfold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;This from 'Blake's City of Golgonooza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;in Jerusalem: Metaphor and Mandala'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;by JAMES BOGAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Jerusalem is organized around four principal cities; they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;London,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Babylon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Gogonooza, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Jerusalem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Three of them are familiar enough, but the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;arcane city of Golgonooza is likely to seem, to an unsuspecting reader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;as unapproachable as some legendary Forbidden City. Access to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;luminous spaces of Blake's unique, yet traditional, city can be facili-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;tated in two ways: First, the nature of Golgonooza will be clarified by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;comparison to the other major cities of the poem; and second, a guided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;tour into the city will be given in a detailed reading of the mandala-map&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;left by Blake on plates 12 and 13 of Jerusalem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;When Blake encounters what Kenneth Johnston calls the effects of "a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;religion based on mystery, an economy based on militarism, in short the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;British Empire, as he saw it,"2 the poet is in Babylon. &lt;span class="c4"&gt;Babylon, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="c4"&gt;Blake, is enslavement by material necessity&lt;/span&gt;. It is the world of ex-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;perience, cut off from the insight of innocence. Anyone in Babylon is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;in captivity, like the Jews under Nebuchadnezzar. While they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;exiled from their home and temple, those in Blake's Babylon are exiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;from inspiration and the forgiveness of sin. In Revelation a long list of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;the "merchandise of Babylon" concludes with: "slaves, and souls of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;men" (18:12-13). This condition of slavery characterizes Babylon......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;In contrast to the death-centered world of Babylon is the life-sustain-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;ing city of Golgonooza. Notice the difference in its furnishings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;"The stones [of Golgonooza] are pity, and the bricks well-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;wrought affections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Enamel'd with love &amp;amp; kindness, &amp;amp; the tiles graven gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Labour of merciful hands: the beams and rafters are forgiveness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;The mortar &amp;amp; cement of the work tears of honesty: the nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;And screws &amp;amp; iron braces are well wrought blandishments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Always comforting the remembrance: the floors humility:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;The cielings, devotion: the hearths thanksgiving." (J 12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Golgonooza, an antidote to Babylon, is a human habitation. It is home-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;ly. While it is often referred to as the "City of Art,"4 it should be re-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;membered that its foundation is consciously deployed human warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;and love. It is a spiritual place that exists in London surrounded by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;miseries of Babylon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0 c2" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Jerusalem is "a City, yet a Woman" in Blake's epics (FZ ix: 222. See&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;fig. 3). Etymologically, Jerusalem means the "height of peace," and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;is in the root of the word, more than any coordinates on a map, where it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;is to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Golgonooza is a place within Jerusalem. Jerusalem is the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Eternal City whereas Golgonooza is within Time, being built by Los&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;towards Eternity. The positive qualities of Golgonooza are congruent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;with those of Jerusalem. The style of metaphor used to describe Gol-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;gonooza is continued with Jerusalem. "Gates of Thanksgiving . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Windows of Praise . . . Clouds of Blessing, Cherubims of Tender-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;mercy" (J 24) are the means by which Blake recognizes "the city of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;living God, heavenly Jerusalem" (Hebrews 12:22).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;Structurally Blake wrote Jerusalem in four chapters: to the public,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;to the Jews, to the Deists, and to the Christians. There were four kinds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;of vision, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c2 c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;He thought fourly. &amp;nbsp;If we study the four gates, we will undoubtedly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;profit. (This note came more or less in toto from Bogan's article,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;which appears at&lt;a class="c7" href="http://www.google.com/cse?cx=002683415331144861350%3Atsq8didf9x0&amp;amp;q=Colby+Library+Quarterly%2C+June+1981&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;sa=Search#gsc.tab=0&amp;amp;gsc.q=Colby%20Library%20Quarterly%2C%20June%201981&amp;amp;gsc.page=1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="c3"&gt;&lt;a class="c7" href="http://www.google.com/cse?cx=002683415331144861350%3Atsq8didf9x0&amp;amp;q=Colby+Library+Quarterly%2C+June+1981&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;sa=Search#gsc.tab=0&amp;amp;gsc.q=Colby%20Library%20Quarterly%2C%20June%201981&amp;amp;gsc.page=1"&gt;Colby Library Quarterly, June 1981&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; it's very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: #660000;"&gt;worthwhile reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="c0" style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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Milton&lt;/span&gt; uses the symbols of       Jerusalem to represent the ideal spiritual condition, and England       to represent the fallen, material condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;,       Plate 1, (E 95)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And did those feet in ancient time,&lt;br /&gt;  Walk upon Englands mountains green:&lt;br /&gt;  And was the holy Lamb of God,&lt;br /&gt;  On Englands pleasant pastures seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And did the Countenance Divine,&lt;br /&gt;  Shine forth upon our clouded hills?&lt;br /&gt;  And was Jerusalem builded here,&lt;br /&gt;  Among these dark Satanic Mills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bring me my Bow of burning gold:&lt;br /&gt;  Bring me my Arrows of desire:&lt;br /&gt;  Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!&lt;br /&gt;  Bring me my Chariot of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will not cease from Mental Fight,&lt;br /&gt;  Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:&lt;br /&gt;  Till we have built Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;  In Englands green &amp;amp; pleasant Land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;In Galatians Paul uses the symbols of Abraham's two sons to       represent the same dichotomy of spirit and flesh: one by a       freewoman and one by a bondwoman. Paul presents this as allegory       of the two covenants; the one of bondage the other of freedom. He       calls the condition of freedom Jerusalem but specifies that he       speaks of the Jerusalem which is above: the mother of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The same desire that Blake has for building Jerusalem in England       is expressed as Paul's desire that Christ be formed in those he       addresses as little children. Paul calls the children of the       freewoman the children of promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Galations         4&lt;br /&gt;  [ &lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt;] My little children, of whom I travail in birth again       until Christ be formed in you,&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt;] I desire to be present with you now, and to change my       voice; for I stand in doubt of you.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt;] Tell me, ye that desire to be under the law, do ye not       hear the law?&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt;] For it is written, that Abraham had two sons, the one       by a bondmaid, the other by a freewoman.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt;] But he who was of the bondwoman was born after the       flesh; but he of the freewoman was by promise.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;] Which things are an allegory: for these are the two       covenants; the one from the mount Sinai, which gendereth to       bondage, which is Agar.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt;] For this Agar is mount Sinai in Arabia, and answereth       to&lt;b&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/b&gt; which now is, and is in bondage with her       children.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;26&lt;/b&gt;] But&lt;b&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/b&gt; which is above is free, which is       the mother of us all.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;27&lt;/b&gt;] For it is written, Rejoice, thou barren that bearest       not; break forth and cry, thou that travailest not: for the       desolate hath many more children than she which hath an husband.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt;] Now we, brethren, as Isaac was, are the children of       promise.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;29&lt;/b&gt;] But as then he that was born after the flesh       persecuted him that was born after the Spirit, even so it is now.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt;] Nevertheless what saith the scripture? Cast out the       bondwoman and her son: for the son of the bondwoman shall not be       heir with the son of the freewoman.&lt;br /&gt;  [&lt;b&gt;31&lt;/b&gt;] So then, brethren, we are not children of the       bondwoman, but of the free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Blake on plate 77 of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jerusalem &lt;/span&gt;seems to have written a       continuation of the poem in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Milton&lt;/span&gt;. In it Blake has Jerusalem call       to her sister England to awake. He again recalls the ancient time       of joy and love which can return if the Lamb of God but be       received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Onthemorningtbutts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 349px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Onthemorningtbutts2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, PLATE 77, (E 231)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"England! awake! awake! awake!&lt;br /&gt;  Jerusalem thy Sister calls!&lt;br /&gt;  Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death?&lt;br /&gt;  And close her from thy ancient walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thy hills &amp;amp; valleys felt her feet,&lt;br /&gt;  Gently upon their bosoms move:&lt;br /&gt;  Thy gates beheld sweet Zions ways;&lt;br /&gt;  Then was a time of joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And now the time returns again:&lt;br /&gt;  Our souls exult &amp;amp; Londons towers,&lt;br /&gt;  Recieve the Lamb of God to dwell&lt;br /&gt;  In Englands green &amp;amp; pleasant bowers.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from Blake's illustrations for Milton's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted for Thomas Butts in 1815&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-7517771694937854077?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/7517771694937854077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=7517771694937854077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7517771694937854077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/7517771694937854077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-returns.html' title='THE TIME RETURNS'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-2326716961162460283</id><published>2011-12-12T02:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:42:33.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Here's Blake's Jerusalem, Plate 12; Erdman 154-5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Erdman tells us that this plate may be thought of as single&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;pages. In his Illuminated Blake (page291) he&amp;nbsp; describes the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;swan with five fish, one near it and the others running down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;the right margin. You may also see two open mouthed eels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erdman also describes here the lower picture of Plate 11&lt;/i&gt;.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;PLATE 12 text&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem?&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;God is within, &amp;amp; without! he is even in the depths of Hell! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And they appeard within &amp;amp; without incircling on both sides&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;On both sides, within &amp;amp; without beaming gloriously! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;For the Spaces reachd from the starry heighth, to the starry&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;depth;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And they builded Golgonooza&lt;/b&gt;: terrible eternal labour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://collections.britishart.yale.edu:8080/MediaService/MediaService?imageid=14759" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://collections.britishart.yale.edu:8080/MediaService/MediaService?imageid=14759" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha?&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Enameld with love &amp;amp; kindness, &amp;amp; the tiles engraven gold&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Labour of merciful hands: the beams &amp;amp; rafters are forgiveness:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The mortar &amp;amp; cement of the work, tears of honesty:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;the nails,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the screws &amp;amp; iron braces, are well wrought blandishments,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And well contrived words, firm fixing, never&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;forgotten, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Always comforting the remembrance: the floors,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;humility,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The curtains, woven tears &amp;amp; sighs, wrought into lovely forms&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Thou art one with her &amp;amp; knowest not of self in thy supreme joy.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;- 155 -&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And toward the south fourfold, &amp;amp; fourfold toward the east &amp;amp; west&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Each within other toward the four points: that toward&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments &amp;amp; perfection.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Clay bak'd &amp;amp; enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, &amp;amp; iron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; On &lt;b&gt;the right borde&lt;/b&gt;r of the plate we see three figures:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;the top one, which at first looked to me like a big Parrot, but closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;examination suggests Vala in her veil; Paley saw a lady with bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;wings primping,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;as before a mirror; Following line 3 of the text (the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;devouring tongue) as a 'devouring worm;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the middle one&lt;/b&gt; seems to be flying and applying a compass to&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;globe; (is that Newton?); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the lower one&lt;/b&gt; seems to be turning the globe.&amp;nbsp; A strange object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;protrubes from the bottom of the globe; might that represent the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;beginning of a golden thread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;altogether we may say that the pics represent Vala; the text begins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Vala represents the purely material, transient life (but a shade!)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Speaking of Los Blake said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;ith his own bow!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Apollyon is 'the angel of the bottomless pit' (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=rev%209:11&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;Revelation 9:1&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He appeared in Pilgrims Progress blocking Pilgrim's way. See Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iupui.edu/%7Eengwft/blake.htm"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;20 of Blake's Illustrations to the Pilgrims Progress&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; , or &lt;a href="http://www.iupui.edu/%7Eengwft/bslide01h.gif"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3767530596082522" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-2326716961162460283?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/2326716961162460283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=2326716961162460283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2326716961162460283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2326716961162460283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-12.html' title='Plate 12'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-2914196037711908295</id><published>2011-12-11T05:41:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:38:39.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>ENGRAVED COPPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;The       engraved copper plates for Blake's illuminated books have all been       lost except for a small scrap of one plate. However the plates       from which he printed the &lt;i&gt;Illustrations to the Book of Job &lt;/i&gt;are       preserved in the British Museum. John Linnell who initiated the       project of having Blake engrave his illustrations to Job was       Blake's partner in printing and publishing the 22 plates of the       book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Blake engraved Job, he was 66 years old and his health was failing, but       he produced what many consider his masterpiece. The weakening of       his body did not seem to affect the acuity of his eye,  the       steadiness of his hand or the concentration of his mind; all of       which were required for such precise and sustained work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plates were given to the British Museum by H. Linnell, a       presumed descendant of John Linnell, in 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two images from the&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/research/search_the_collection_database/search_results.aspx?orig=%2Fresearch%2Fsearch_the_collection_database.aspx&amp;amp;searchText=illustrations+to+the+book+of+job&amp;amp;x=9&amp;amp;y=10&amp;amp;images=on&amp;amp;titleSubject=on&amp;amp;fromDate=&amp;amp;fromadbc=ad&amp;amp;toDate=&amp;amp;toadbc=ad"&gt; British Museum&lt;/a&gt; show the engraved plate       and the printed image of picture seven of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00026/AN00026186_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00026/AN00026186_001_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00866/AN00866474_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00866/AN00866474_001_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00026/AN00026186_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inscriptions on the plate are from this passage in Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 2&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;] So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and       smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his       crown.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;] And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal;       and he sat down among the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;] Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain       thine integrity? curse God, and die.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;] But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the       foolish women speaketh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What? shall we receive good at the hand of       God, and shall we not receive evil?&lt;/span&gt; In all this did not Job sin       with his lips.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;] Now when Job's three friends heard of all this evil       that was come upon him, they came every one from his own place;       Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the       Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to       mourn with him and to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew       him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; and they rent every       one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;] So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days       and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw       that his grief was very great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edinger (&lt;i&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://books.google.com/books/about/Encounter_with_the_self.html?id=lYQyAQAAIAAJ"&gt;Encounter with the Self&lt;/a&gt;, A Jungian Commentary on         William Blake's Illustrations to the Book of Job&lt;/i&gt;) sees the       three friends or comforters as repressed aspects of Job's psyche       which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/collectionimages/AN00866/AN00866474_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;surface with the breakdown of the ego. Blake's images in the       border suggest the grief of Job at the upper corners, and the       failure of the guardian shepherds to keep watch in the lower       corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.motco.com/blake-job/SeriessearchPlatesFulla.asp?mode=query&amp;amp;artist=370&amp;amp;other=427&amp;amp;other1=79&amp;amp;x=11&amp;amp;y=11"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; allows one conveniently to view all the illustrations for Job.&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.motco.com/blake-job/SeriessearchPlatesFulla.asp?mode=query&amp;amp;artist=370&amp;amp;other=427&amp;amp;other1=79&amp;amp;x=11&amp;amp;y=11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-2914196037711908295?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/2914196037711908295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=2914196037711908295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2914196037711908295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2914196037711908295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/copper-en.html' title='ENGRAVED COPPER'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5527167479887620243</id><published>2011-12-10T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:30:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;PLATE 11&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;In pulsations of time, &amp;amp; extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;With great labour upon his anvils, &amp;amp; in his ladles the Ore&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems; &lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead,&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves.&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, &amp;amp; all the Daughters of Beulah&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lovely!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;starry depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0011q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0011q.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los wept with exceeding joy &amp;amp; all wept with joy together!&lt;/b&gt;They feard they never more should see their Father, who&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem?&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty?&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Sabrina &amp;amp; Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;gold: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations!&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Jerusale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;m (Erdman 154)&amp;nbsp; Blake Archive Jerusalem &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.11&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;Plate 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Notes: Two pictures and the text express 'exceeding joy'.&amp;nbsp; The upper picture has a tree in each of the upper corners.&amp;nbsp; The willow implies woe and the oak implies ambition (according to Erdman on page 290 of The Illuminated Blake).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"Horace in Ode 20 of Book 2 prophesying his poetic immortality. feels himself turning into a snowy swan"; in Blakes design for poems by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;William Gray...pictures a stout naked youth excepting from the sky a lyre" mounted on a singing swan. (This is the &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=but335.1.wc.01&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;Title Page of Blake's Designs&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In Ovid's Metaphoses Cygnus, son of Neptune, slain in battle became a swan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All these references imply the strong personal dimension of this material in Blake's design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He was changing, like we all do,&amp;nbsp; swan, eagle, serpent, you name it (them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In the second paragraph of the text we learn that Erin was the first to come out of the furnace (the spaces of Erin&amp;nbsp; occurred in Plates 9, 11, and 48), followed by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; Daughters of Beulah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Coming out of the furnace seems to mean escaping from Ulro, to achieve generation, then regeneration, then Beulah, then Eternity (IMO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This is a happy Plate and might have been placed near the end of Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.746188935140346" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5527167479887620243?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5527167479887620243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5527167479887620243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5527167479887620243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5527167479887620243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-11.html' title='Plate 11'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-1678938731233242024</id><published>2011-12-09T05:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:47:02.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAKE &amp; LINNELL</title><content type='html'>In 1818 the 61 year old William Blake met the 26             year old John Linnell through the son of his friend George             Cumberland. The two became friends and collaborators in             artistic pursuits. Linnell was important in making the final             decade of Blake's life pleasant and productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5a/Blake_by_Linnell_%28as_Story%27s_frontispiece%29_2.png%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 371px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5a/Blake_by_Linnell_%28as_Story%27s_frontispiece%29_2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;In 1821 Linnell painted a miniature portrait of Blake in             watercolor on ivory which is in the Fitzwilliam Museum,             Cambridge. The &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/gallery/Linnell/ExhibitionNotes.htm#16"&gt;Notes from an &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/gallery/Linnell/ExhibitionNotes.htm#16"&gt; Exhibition&lt;/a&gt; at the             Fitzwilliam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt; in 2001 include a quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;John             Linnell’s Autobiographical Notes, (f.57-58)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;This image from the portrait extracted from &lt;i&gt;William Blake, his life,             character and genius&lt;/i&gt; (1893) Story, Alfred Thomas and is available from wikimedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5a/Blake_by_Linnell_%28as_Story%27s_frontispiece%29_2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Miniature in watercolor on ivory as seen at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/gallery/linnell/page7.htm"&gt;Fitzwilliam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/gallery/Linnell/quote3.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;Linnell on Blake&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt; “I       soon encountered Blake’s peculiarities and [was] somewhat taken       aback by the boldness of some of his assertions. I never saw       anything the least like madness, for I never opposed him       spitefully, as many did - but being really anxious to fathom, if       possible, the amount of truth which might be in his most startling       assertions, I generally met with a sufficiently rational       explanation in the most really friendly and conciliatory tone.       Even when John Varley, to whom I introduced to Blake, and who       readily devoured all the marvellous in Blake’s most extravagant       utterances - even to Varley, Blake would occasionally explain       unasked how he believed that both Varley and I could see the same       visions as he saw - making it evident to me, that Blake claimed       the possession of some powers, only in a greater degree, that all       men possessed, and which they undervalued in themselves but lost       through love of sordid pursuits - pride, vanity, and the       unrighteous mammon” &lt;/span&gt;John Linnell’s Autobiographical notes, f.57-58&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;This letter from Blake to Linnell's wife shows something of  the camaraderie and playfulness which existed among the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Letters, (E 774)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mrs Linnell, Collinss Farm North End, Hampstead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 11 October 1825&lt;br /&gt;Dear Madam&lt;br /&gt;I have had the Pleasure to see Mr Linnell set off safe in a&lt;br /&gt;very comfortable Coach. &amp;amp; I may say I accompanied him part of the&lt;br /&gt;way on his journey in the Coach for we both got in together &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;with another Passenger enterd into Conversation when at length we&lt;br /&gt;found that we were all three proceeding on our Journey. but as I&lt;br /&gt;had not paid &amp;amp; did not wish to pay for or take so long a Ride.&lt;br /&gt;we with some difficulty made the Coachman understand that one of&lt;br /&gt;his Passengers was unwilling to Go. when he obligingly permitted&lt;br /&gt;me to get out to my great joy. hence I am now enabled to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I hope to see you on Sunday morning as usual which I could&lt;br /&gt;not have done if they had taken me to Gloucester&lt;br /&gt;I am D.r Madam yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM BLAKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-1678938731233242024?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/1678938731233242024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=1678938731233242024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1678938731233242024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/1678938731233242024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/blake-linnell.html' title='BLAKE &amp; LINNELL'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-557217730429123193</id><published>2011-12-08T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:42:01.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Into the Furnaces &amp;amp; into the valleys of the Anvils of Death&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And into the mountains of the Anvils &amp;amp; of the heavy Hammers&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Till he should bring the Sons &amp;amp; Daughters of Jerusalem to be&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Sons &amp;amp; Daughters of Los that he might protect them from&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous &amp;amp; mighty &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Bellows &amp;amp; the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good &amp;amp; Evil&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Not only of the Substance from which it is derived&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;I will not Reason &amp;amp; Compare: my business is to Create&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;So Los, in fury &amp;amp; strength: in indignation &amp;amp; burning wrath&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He curses Heaven &amp;amp; Earth, Day &amp;amp; Night &amp;amp; Sun &amp;amp; Moon &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He curses Forest Spring &amp;amp; River, Desart &amp;amp; sandy Waste&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Cities &amp;amp; Nations, Families &amp;amp; Peoples, Tongues &amp;amp; Laws&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Driven to desperation by Los's terrors &amp;amp; threatning fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0010q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0010q.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; Los cries, Obey my voice &amp;amp; never deviate from my will&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt &amp;amp; despair&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O Shame O strong &amp;amp; mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes &amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty &amp;amp; torment&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? &amp;nbsp;She is also thine&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more &amp;amp; more&amp;nbsp; It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity &amp;amp; Compassion&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice &amp;amp; Offering:&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Delighting in cries &amp;amp; tears &amp;amp; clothed in Holiness &amp;amp; solitude&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;But my griefs advance also, for ever &amp;amp; ever without end &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Created to be the great example of horror &amp;amp; agony: also my&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Prayer is vain I called for compassion: compassion mockd&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Mercy &amp;amp; pity threw the grave stone over me &amp;amp; with lead&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Consuming: &amp;amp; the Almighty hath made me his Contrary&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;To be all evil, all reversed &amp;amp; for ever dead: knowing&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;And not tremble; how can I be beheld &amp;amp; not abhorrd&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;So spoke the Spectre shuddring, &amp;amp; dark tears ran down his shadowy&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;face&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;With iron &amp;amp; brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;Till his Sons &amp;amp; Daughters came forth from the Furnaces&lt;br class="kix-line-break" /&gt;At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;(Erdman 152-4)(Blake Archive &lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.10&amp;amp;java=yes"&gt;Plate 10&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Very little pictorially here; Erdman, in his &lt;i&gt;Illustrated Blake, felt that this may have&lt;/i&gt; been inserted late, when Blake had too much to say textually, so it's justs words, and we're forced to consider exclusively the text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Into the Furnaces" occurs 6 times in Blake, 4 of them in Jerusalem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They revolve &lt;a href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton-bin/eecontextnonKWIC.cgi?lineno=27007&amp;amp;search=into%20the%20Furnaces" target="context-frame"&gt;into the Furnaces&lt;/a&gt; Southward" (Jeru 5)"Luvah was cast &lt;a href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton-bin/eecontextnonKWIC.cgi?lineno=27090&amp;amp;search=into%20the%20Furnaces" target="context-frame"&gt;into the Furnaces&lt;/a&gt; of affliction (Jeru 7)&lt;br /&gt;This one at Jeru 10"So Albion spoke &amp;amp; threw himself &lt;a href="http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton-bin/eecontextnonKWIC.cgi?lineno=31566&amp;amp;search=into%20the%20Furnaces" target="context-frame"&gt;into the Furnaces&lt;/a&gt; of affliction" (Jeru 96)&lt;br /&gt;The stem of all these passages can be found in Daniel.&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-557217730429123193?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/557217730429123193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=557217730429123193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/557217730429123193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/557217730429123193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-10.html' title='Plate 10'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-2740623032521773777</id><published>2011-12-07T06:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:29:03.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>GOLDEN COMPASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1158113&amp;amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 416px;" src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1158113&amp;amp;t=w" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blake originally used this image as the frontispiece of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Europe a     Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;. However he reused the copper plate to make additional     prints which are known by the title 'Ancient of Days'. Two     passages which appear to be sources for the image are from the Bible     and from &lt;i&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Europe a Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/dgkeysearchresult.cfm?parent_id=295101&amp;amp;word=william%20blake%20&amp;amp;s=1&amp;amp;notword=&amp;amp;d=&amp;amp;c=&amp;amp;f=&amp;amp;k=0&amp;amp;lWord=&amp;amp;lField=&amp;amp;sScope=&amp;amp;sLevel=&amp;amp;sLabel=&amp;amp;snum=80&amp;amp;imgs=20"&gt;New York Public Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; S. Foster Damon, in&lt;i&gt; A Blake Dictionary &lt;/i&gt;gives this description     of the process of creation as Blake understood it:&lt;br /&gt; "Creation is not the beginning of existence, for all things are     eternal: it is a consequence of the fall toward 'Eternal Death'     (separation from Eternity)...&lt;br /&gt; The process of Creation is one of dividing up the original Unity.     Beginning with the separation of light from darkness, it proceeds     through the six Days of Creation, culminating in the separation of     man from God. After that the sexes are divided in the creation of     Eve; Good and Evil, in the eating of the fruit; man and happiness in     the expulsion from the Garden; soul and body, in the first murder;     man from his brother in the confusion of tongues at Babel." (Page 94)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This print in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Whitworth Gallery, University of Manchester, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;is thought to be the&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://emu.man.ac.uk/emuwebwag/objects/common/webmedia.php?irn=4625&amp;amp;size=142x200n"&gt; last print&lt;/a&gt; of this image made by Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proverbs 8&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt;] The LORD possessed me [Wisdom] in the beginning of his     way, before his works of old.&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt;] I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or     ever the earth was.&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;] When there were no depths, I was brought forth; when     there were no fountains abounding with water.&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt;] Before the mountains were settled, before the hills was     I brought forth:&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;26&lt;/b&gt;] While as yet he had not made the earth, nor the fields,     nor the highest part of the dust of the world.&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;b&gt;27&lt;/b&gt;] When he prepared the heavens, I was there: when he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;set a     compass upon the face of the depth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John Milton,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Paradise Los&lt;/span&gt;t, Book 7&lt;br /&gt; "and in his hand&lt;br /&gt; He took&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Emilton/reading_room/pl/book_7/notes.shtml#compasses" target="notes"&gt;the golden Compasses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="varspell" title="prepared"&gt;prepar'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line" id="line225"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In &lt;span class="varspell" title="God's"&gt;Gods&lt;/span&gt; Eternal store,     to circumscribe&lt;br /&gt; This Universe, and all created things:&lt;br /&gt; One foot he &lt;span class="varspell" title="centered"&gt;center'd&lt;/span&gt;,     and the other &lt;span class="varspell" title="turned"&gt;turn'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Round through the vast &lt;span class="varspell" title="profundity"&gt;profunditie&lt;/span&gt;     obscure,&lt;br /&gt; And said, thus &lt;span class="varspell" title="far"&gt;farr&lt;/span&gt;     extend, thus &lt;span class="varspell" title="far"&gt;farr&lt;/span&gt; thy     bounds,&lt;span class="line" id="line230"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This be thy just Circumference, O World.&lt;br /&gt; Thus God the &lt;span class="varspell" title="Heaven"&gt;Heav'n&lt;/span&gt;     created, thus the Earth,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auguries of Innocence&lt;/span&gt;, (E 495)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night&lt;br /&gt;When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light&lt;br /&gt;God Appears &amp;amp; God is Light&lt;br /&gt;To those poor Souls who dwell in Night&lt;br /&gt;But does a Human Form Display&lt;br /&gt;To those who Dwell in Realms of day"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-2740623032521773777?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/2740623032521773777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=2740623032521773777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2740623032521773777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/2740623032521773777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/golden-compass.html' title='GOLDEN COMPASS'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-52020017247114717</id><published>2011-12-06T03:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:13:00.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Spectres</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;There are two of Everything: a pro and a con, a good and an evil.  What about this creature? We've spent years whipping the Spectre; a long time ago I came to realize that everything unpleasant, distructive, horrid came from the Spectre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;The Spectre! is there such a thing as a good and a bad spectre?  There you have it.  What is good and bad? Spectrous distinctions! In the final resolution of our lives there's no longer a good and a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it differently one dies, the other survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can we tell who's what? With 244 occurrences of the spectre in Blake how can we discriminate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying the book of Milton is perhaps the best way. But The Four Zoas, a sort of preliminary to the larger Prophecies, may give a clue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dread Sleep of Ulro is past. But Satan Og &amp;amp; Sihon&amp;nbsp;Build Mills of resistless wheels to unwind the soft threads &amp;amp; revealNaked of their clothing the poor&lt;br /&gt;spectres before the accusing     heavens" (4Z; Erdman 376)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this?&amp;nbsp; the poor spectres.&amp;nbsp; I thought they were all bad; but after "The dread Sleep of Ulro is past" things are very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or look at 372:&lt;br /&gt;"Then Enitharmon ..... wove the     Spectres&lt;br /&gt;Bodies of Vegetation Singing lulling Cadences to drive away&lt;br /&gt;Despair from the poor wandering spectres and Los loved them&lt;br /&gt;With a parental love for the Divine hand was upon him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 367-8 we read&lt;br /&gt;"But then the Spectre enterd Los's bosom ....&lt;br /&gt;Obdurate Los felt Pity Enitharmon told the tale&lt;br /&gt;Of Urthona.&lt;br /&gt;Los embracd the Spectre first as a brotherThen as another Self; astonishd humanizing &amp;amp; in tears&lt;br /&gt;In Self abasement Giving up his Domineering lust&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thou never canst embrace sweet Enitharmon terrible Demon.&lt;br /&gt;TillThou art united with thy Spectre Consummating by pains &amp;amp;       labours&lt;br /&gt;That mortal body &amp;amp;amp, &lt;b&gt;by Self annihilation back returning          To Life Eternal&lt;/b&gt; be assurd I am thy real Self&lt;br /&gt;Tho thus divided from thee &amp;amp; the Slave of Every passionOf thy fierce Soul Unbar the Gates of Memory look upon me&lt;br /&gt;Not as another but as thy real Self I am thy SpectreThou didst subdue me in old times by thy Immortal Strength      When I was a ravning hungring &amp;amp; thirsting cruel lust &amp;amp; murder&lt;br /&gt;Tho horrible &amp;amp; Ghastly to thine Eyes&lt;br /&gt;tho buried beneathThe ruins of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;hear what inspird I speak &amp;amp; be silent&lt;br /&gt;If we unite in one[,] another better world will be              Opend within your heart &amp;amp; loins &amp;amp; wondrous brainThreefold as it was in Eternity &amp;amp; this the fourth Universe Will be Renewd by the three &amp;amp; consummated in Mental fires..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the critical Moment.&lt;br /&gt;We might best look at MILTON:&lt;br /&gt;Here is Milton at Erdman 139:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the Eastern porch of Satans Universe Milton stood &amp;amp; said&lt;br /&gt;Satan! my Spectre! I know my power thee to annihilateAnd be a greater in thy place, &amp;amp; be thy Tabernacle&lt;br /&gt;A covering for thee to do thy will, till one greater comes&lt;br /&gt;And smites me as I smote thee &amp;amp; becomes my covering.Such are the Laws of thy false Heavns! but Laws of Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Are not such: know thou: I come to Self Annihilation&lt;b&gt;Such are the Laws of Eternity that each shall mutually     Annihilate himself for others good, as I for thee&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is the secret of life, the Law of Love. Your Spectre is an idiot; but to truly live you have to 'kiss the idiot'. It's the worldly, materialistic selfish that you and I are, that makes up most of what we are or have become.&amp;nbsp; When Blake had his life changing experience, he stopped hating and loved the poor feeble suffering spectre within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sceptre is Satan; Satan is a State; our inner sceptre/satan are the things we do and then hate for doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penultimate verse of My Spectre Around me Night and Day is:&lt;br /&gt;"Let us agree to give up Love&lt;br /&gt;And root up the infernal grove;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shall return &amp;amp; see&lt;br /&gt;The worlds of happy Eternity,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dumb barking dog is acting furiously hoping for some recognition, any attention; such is our spectre.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;    &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-52020017247114717?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/52020017247114717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=52020017247114717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/52020017247114717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/52020017247114717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-spectres.html' title='Two Spectres'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5569006755078213609</id><published>2011-12-05T04:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:14:53.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moses'/><title type='text'>LAW OF MOSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a4/Blake_The_Blasphemer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 338px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a4/Blake_The_Blasphemer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;To finish       a &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/search/label/Moses"&gt;series of posts&lt;/a&gt; on Blake's pictures related to Moses, we look at       an image not of Moses but of the result of enforcing the law which       Moses received from Jehovah. The son of the Israelitish woman is       being stoned to death by the righteous men executing punishment       for the commission of blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Image from Wikipedia commons&lt;br /&gt;     Original in&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=1136&amp;amp;searchid=28803"&gt; Tate Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=1136&amp;amp;searchid=28803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leviticus 24&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;] And the son of an Israelitish woman, whose father was       an Egyptian, went out among the children of Israel: and this son       of the Israelitish woman and a man of Israel strove together in       the camp;&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;] And the Israelitish woman's son blasphemed the name of       the LORD, and cursed. And they brought him unto Moses: (and his       mother's name was Shelomith, the daughter of Dibri, of the tribe       of Dan:)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     [ &lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt;] And Moses spake to the children of Israel, that they       should bring forth him that had cursed out of the camp, and stone       him with stones. And the children of Israel did as the LORD       commanded Moses.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Feelings of a need for &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://woeandjoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/vengeance.html"&gt;vengeance&lt;/a&gt; arise from the need for self       protection. In fear and insecurity an individual may desire to       eradicate the threat before one is attacked. The desire for       personal vengeance is projected onto one's God whose image       reflects the levels of psychic development one has attained. One's       personal need for vengeance is reinforced by the idea that this       behavior is approved and encouraged by God.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The stoning of the blasphemer is an example of the religion of       Moses. The forgiveness of the woman taken in adultery who under       the law deserved stoning, is the contrary example of the religion       of Jesus. The practice of the religion of Jesus leaves no room for       vengeance. Anything short of forgiveness, brotherhood and love is       the religion of Satan because it involves becoming '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Satans' holy Trinity&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2010/08/accusers.html"&gt; The Accuser&lt;/a&gt; The       Judge &amp;amp; The Executioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2010/08/accusers.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 52, (E 201)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Man must &amp;amp; will have Some Religion; if he has not the       Religion&lt;br /&gt;     of Jesus, he will have the Religion of Satan, &amp;amp; will erect the&lt;br /&gt;     Synagogue of Satan. calling the Prince of this World, God; and&lt;br /&gt;     destroying all who do not worship Satan under the Name of God.&lt;br /&gt;     Will any one say: Where are those who worship Satan under the&lt;br /&gt;     Name of God! Where are they? Listen! Every Religion that Preaches&lt;br /&gt;     Vengeance for Sins the Religion of the Enemy &amp;amp; Avenger; and       not&lt;br /&gt;     the Forgiver of Sin, and their God is Satan, Named by the Divine&lt;br /&gt;     Name Your Religion O Deists: Deism, is the Worship of the God&lt;br /&gt;     of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and&lt;br /&gt;     Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or&lt;br /&gt;     Self-Righteousness, the Selfish Virtues of the Natural Heart."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, Plate 25, (E 170) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?&lt;br /&gt;     Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples&lt;br /&gt;     Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:&lt;br /&gt;     As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him&lt;br /&gt;     Done to the Divine Lord &amp;amp; Saviour, who suffers with those that       suffer:&lt;br /&gt;     For not one sparrow can suffer, &amp;amp; the whole Universe not       suffer also,&lt;br /&gt;     In all its Regions, &amp;amp; its Father &amp;amp; Saviour not pity and       weep.&lt;br /&gt;     But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace &amp;amp; Repentance in the       bosom&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ghost of Abe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;l, (E 272) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Abel-- Are these the Sacrifices of Eternity O Jehovah, a Broken       Spirit&lt;br /&gt;     And a Contrite Heart. O I cannot Forgive! the Accuser hath&lt;br /&gt;     Enterd into Me as into his House &amp;amp; I loathe thy Tabernacles&lt;br /&gt;     As thou hast said so is it come to pass: My desire is unto Cain&lt;br /&gt;     And He doth rule over Me: therefore My Soul in fumes of Blood&lt;br /&gt;     Cries for Vengeance: Sacrifice on Sacrifice Blood on Blood"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ghost of Abel, (E 272)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "The Elohim of the Heathen Swore Vengeance for Sin! Then Thou       stoodst&lt;br /&gt;     Forth O Elohim Jehovah! in the midst of the darkness of the Oath!       All Clothed&lt;br /&gt;     In Thy Covenant of the Forgiveness of Sins: Death O Holy! Is this       Brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;     The Elohim saw their Oath Eternal Fire; they rolled apart       trembling over The&lt;br /&gt;     Mercy Seat: each in his station fixt in the Firmament by Peace       Brotherhood and Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5569006755078213609?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5569006755078213609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5569006755078213609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5569006755078213609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5569006755078213609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/law-of-moses.html' title='LAW OF MOSES'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5291403339027589564</id><published>2011-12-04T05:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T05:22:22.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLATE 9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And his infant thoughts &amp;amp; desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: &amp;amp; the beauty of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eternity, look'd upon as deformity &amp;amp; loveliness as a dry tree:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, &amp;amp; to devour the body of Albion     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0009q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0009q.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weakness with horns &amp;amp; talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;religion:          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw terrified; I took the sighs &amp;amp; tears, &amp;amp; bitter groans:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I heated it in the flames of Hand, &amp;amp; Hyle, &amp;amp; Coban&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine times; Gwendolen &amp;amp; Cambel &amp;amp; Gwineverra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, &amp;amp; every precious stone,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard:               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans &amp;amp; tears;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spectre &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;*********************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Much could be said about this picture:&lt;br /&gt;a. Along the right border we see the inevitable tree and beneath it a figure resembling the piper who piped his song about a lamb; the context of course suggests it's the shepherd. (Do shepherds pipe? indeed, yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. The shepherd is piping to a herd of sheep; they are interpolated between lines 16 and 18.&lt;br /&gt;The middle part shows the (equally) inevitable serpent, his tail coinciding with the roots of the tree. (Remember the story of Arc: we read in Plate 14:"He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent, Orc the first born coild in the south"Blake associates Orc with Revolution, with the serpent climbing up the Tree of Mystery, the Dragon, and many other pointers to Ulro in its various forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. The bottom picture: Oh my! What little I can get from this picture is owing to Erdman's Illuminated Blake (page 288): he suggested we look at Job 12; in that light it's much like Job's friends at the left, Job's wife prostated, Job, who has everything upside down.&amp;nbsp; The falling stars hark back to Tyger: "when the stars threw down their spears..." (Erdman 25)Another view might be Albion, gone to sleep, sending his four zoas into Ulro.It all fits together, like all Blake's work. You pick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5291403339027589564?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5291403339027589564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5291403339027589564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5291403339027589564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5291403339027589564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/plate-9.html' title='Plate 9'/><author><name>Larry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571190213288384302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnU-cOQgqF0/SqhSOT77YTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p1JbgVmFqE4/S220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-5533617179963595117</id><published>2011-12-03T05:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T05:58:34.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moses'/><title type='text'>BURIAL OF MOSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Deuteronomy        32&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;48&lt;/b&gt;] And the LORD spake unto Moses that selfsame day,       saying,&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;49&lt;/b&gt;] Get thee up into this mountain Abarim, unto mount       Nebo, which is in the land of Moab, that is over against Jericho;       and behold the land of Canaan, which I give unto the children of       Israel for a possession:&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt;] And die in the mount whither thou goest up, and be       gathered unto thy people; as Aaron thy brother died in mount Hor,       and was gathered unto his people:&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;51&lt;/b&gt;] Because ye trespassed against me among the children of       Israel at the waters of Meribah-Kadesh, in the wilderness of Zin;       because ye sanctified me not in the midst of the children of       Israel.&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;52&lt;/b&gt;] Yet thou shalt see the land before thee; but thou       shalt not go thither unto the land which I give the children of       Israel.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Representing        a stage in the psychic/spiritual development of mankind, Moses       gains dominance and then fades as he is replaced by the next       stage. The death of Moses represents a transition in       psychic/spiritual development. Moses brought release from bondage       to Druiadic thought, he introduced a covenant with God based on a       code of conduct, he brought his people to the verge of the       Promised Land. The land of Promise, however, turned out to be not       Eden (the realization of Eternity) but Canaan (a degraded       materialism.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Jude&lt;br /&gt;     [&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;] Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the       devil&lt;br /&gt;     he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a&lt;br /&gt;     railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Michael and Satan struggled not over Moses but over the body of       Moses. The body of work which remained from the life of Moses       became the material from which further prophecy would evolve.       Michael would direct Moses' work toward the realization which       would take place through Jesus; Satan would direct his work toward       another bondage of struggle for religious repression, political       dominance, and isolation from individual consciousness of  the God       within.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The struggle between wrath and pity was not resolved in Moses or       through Moses. Blake used the &lt;u&gt;Bard's Song&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt; to       exemplify the struggle between wrath and pity which remained to be       solved by prophetic vision. The soul of man was/is divided by pity       (which tolerates weakness) thereby being incompatible with wrath       (which is moved to destroy failure.) The contraries take many       forms. The work in Los' furnaces is the repeated resolution of the       dichotomies as they appear in multiple forms as an individual       travels through states or as societies travel through the Eyes of       God.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Blake means for us to get an impression of struggle between       Michael and Satan in this passage from the &lt;u&gt;Bard's Song&lt;/u&gt; in&lt;i&gt;         Milton&lt;/i&gt;. Various qualities and behaviors appear in each       character but nevertheless we can see wrath and pity contending,       being split apart and being sent back to fight another round.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt; , Plate 8, (E 102)&lt;br /&gt;     "They Plow'd in tears! incessant pourd Jehovahs rain, &amp;amp;       Molechs&lt;br /&gt;     Thick fires contending with the rain, thunder'd above rolling&lt;br /&gt;     Terrible over their heads; Satan wept over Palamabron&lt;br /&gt;     Theotormon &amp;amp; Bromion contended on the side of Satan&lt;br /&gt;     Pitying his youth and beauty; trembling at eternal death:&lt;br /&gt;     Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder&lt;br /&gt;     Thulloh the friend of Satan also reprovd him; faint their&lt;br /&gt;     reproof.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     But Rintrah who is of the reprobate: of those form'd to       destruction&lt;br /&gt;     In indignation. for Satans soft dissimulation of friendship!&lt;br /&gt;     Flam'd above all the plowed furrows, angry red and furious,&lt;br /&gt;     Till Michael sat down in the furrow weary dissolv'd in tears&lt;br /&gt;     Satan who drave the team beside him, stood angry &amp;amp; red&lt;br /&gt;     He smote Thulloh &amp;amp; slew him, &amp;amp; he stood terrible over       Michael&lt;br /&gt;     Urging him to arise: he wept! Enitharmon saw his tears&lt;br /&gt;     But Los hid Thulloh from her sight, lest she should die of grief&lt;br /&gt;     She wept: she trembled! she kissed Satan; she wept over Michael&lt;br /&gt;     She form'd a Space for Satan &amp;amp; Michael &amp;amp; for the poor       infected[.]&lt;br /&gt;     Trembling she wept over the Space, &amp;amp; clos'd it with a tender       Moon&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Los secret buried Thulloh, weeping disconsolate over the moony       Space"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Complete text of &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/transcription.xq?objectid=milton.b.illbk.06"&gt;Plate 8&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;i&gt;Milton&lt;/i&gt; from the Blake Archive.     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://nrs.harvard.edu/urn-3:HUAM:50896_dynmc?width=512&amp;amp;height=512"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The          Devil Rebuked (The Burial of Moses)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, c. 1805&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;       &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collection/detail.dot?objectid=1943.407&amp;amp;titleEvent=&amp;amp;exhibitionQuery=&amp;amp;search=&amp;amp;viewall=y&amp;amp;publicationTitle=&amp;amp;searchText=william+blake&amp;amp;searchSelect=Collection&amp;amp;pc=1&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Fogg Art Museum&lt;/a&gt;, Harvard University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/but449.1.1.wc.300.jpg"&gt;Image in the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/but449.1.1.wc.300.jpg"&gt;Blake Archive&lt;/a&gt; (click to enlarge for detail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collection/detail.dot?objectid=1943.407&amp;amp;titleEvent=&amp;amp;exhibitionQuery=&amp;amp;search=&amp;amp;viewall=y&amp;amp;publicationTitle=&amp;amp;searchText=william+blake&amp;amp;searchSelect=Collection&amp;amp;pc=1&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/images/but449.1.1.wc.300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;Here is more on the difficult transition to higher consciousness       represented by the struggle between Michael and Satan from &lt;i&gt;Fearful          Symmetry&lt;/i&gt; by Northrop Frye:&lt;br /&gt;     Page 366&lt;br /&gt;     "Canaan,  therefore, is Egypt all over again, and the crossing of       the Jordan is entry into Egypt or Ulro, the mundane shell or cave       of the mind. The Jordan is in the Bible more or less what the Styx       or Lethe is in Classical Mythology. The fact that Moses never       entered Canaan thus has a twofold significance. His death outside       the Promised Land means that what he represents, the spirit of the       Hebrew law or vision of Jehovah, was not good enough; but his       death outside of the fallen Canaan means that he was redeemed and       not rejected by Jesus, which is why he appears with Elijah on the       Mount of Transfiguration."&lt;br /&gt;     Page 391&lt;br /&gt;     "The Biblical symbolism in which the crisis of vision is presented       centers on the figure of Moses. Moses is the Hebrew historical       cycle which began as Orc in Egypt, attained its vision of Jehovah,       and ran its natural course. When Moses comes within sight of the       Promised Land he represents Hebrew culture at a crisis       corresponding to that of Deism. This is later referred to as a       dispute between Michael, the guardian angel of Israel, and Satan       over Moses' body. Satan was trying to drag him into the fallen       Canaan; Michael was trying to take him to the real Promised Land,       the Eden where Elijah, according to the old tradition, also awaits       the apocalypse. Both sides won, and separated Hebrew civilization       into the literal law of the Pharisees and the letter of the law       spiritualized by Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Blake characterized the periods through man travels in his       evolution as the&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-eyes-of-god.html"&gt; Eyes of God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34585979-5533617179963595117?l=ramhornd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/feeds/5533617179963595117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34585979&amp;postID=5533617179963595117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5533617179963595117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34585979/posts/default/5533617179963595117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2011/12/burial-of-moses.html' title='BURIAL OF MOSES'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708032405797473211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvosrrJnTYw/SpcTzOXayZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h-0nIbIi_cI/S220/nsmail-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34585979.post-8969760264900766745</id><published>2011-12-02T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:07:48.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plate 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="composeTab" href="javascript:void(0)" id="postingComposeTab"&gt;Compose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;!--&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; @page { margin: 0.79in }&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; PRE.cjk { font-family: "WenQuanYi Micro Hei", monospace }&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;--&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;PLATE 8&lt;br /&gt;Rose up against me thundering from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2241297441610996949&amp;amp;postID=8166627911749927793#brook"&gt;Brook of Albions River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 150 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ranelagh &amp;amp; Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens &amp;amp; Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace&lt;br /&gt;Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold&lt;br /&gt;Poisons rose up: &amp;amp; his sweet deceits coverd them all over&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre&lt;br /&gt;I know thy deceit &amp;amp; thy revenges, and unless thou desist&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen!&lt;br /&gt;Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0008q.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/service/rbc/rbc0001/2003/2003rosen1811/0008q.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtesy of LC Rare Books and&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;Special Collections&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I will break thee into shivers! &amp;amp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;melt thee in the furnaces of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; death;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I will cast thee into forms of&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;abhorrence &amp;amp; torment if thou&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;Desist not from thine own will,&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;&amp;amp; obey&amp;nbsp; not my stern command!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;I am closd up from my children:&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;my Emanation is dividing&lt;br /&gt;And thou my Spectre art divided&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;against me. But mark&lt;br /&gt;I will compell thee to assist me&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;in my terrible labours. To beat &lt;br /&gt;These hypocritic Selfhoods on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;the Anvils of bitter Death&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired: I act not for myself:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;for Albions sake&lt;br /&gt;I now am what I am: a horror and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;an astonishment&lt;br /&gt;Shuddring the heavens to look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;upon me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;Behold what cruelties&lt;br /&gt;Are practised in Babel &amp;amp; Shinar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="western"&gt;&amp;amp; have approachd to Zions Hill&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him&lt;br /&gt;Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey&lt;br /&gt;Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel &amp;amp; Shinar&lt;br /&gt;Across all Europe &amp;amp; Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims.&lt;br /&gt;He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw &amp;amp; felt from &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; within&lt;br /&gt;He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces&lt;br /&gt;Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone,&lt;br /&gt;Hungring &amp;amp; thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience.&lt;br /&gt;While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud &amp;amp; fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art my Pride &amp;amp; Self-righteousness: I have found thee out:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude &amp;amp; power&lt;br /&gt;Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder!&lt;br /&gt;Thy holy wrath &amp;amp; deep deceit cannot avail against me&lt;br /&gt;Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre&lt;br /&gt;For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury &lt;br /&gt;If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon
