15 July, 2009

Fearful/Symmetry


Currently working on a watercolor inspired by the illuminated work, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, which caused a look into the thick tome of criticism (or encyclopedizing) of Blake's work by Northrop Frye. This scholar's book that has often remained neglected on this blogger's bookshelf, was ringing in my ears after I arose from bed around 4 in the dark morning.

While the new day's sun continued to paint the starry sky in with our own cosmic color blue, I began to recall the first time I read William Blake. A short boy of fifteen, living between Lake Ontario and Erie's shores on an old circular road. The day my senses were opened by the words and images he brought forth from his being was a truer baptism than my physical inundation at 8.

When you use some spacetime to find and read any of this prophet's works, for the first time or again, an elegant creation is set before you. This is because of the elegance by which its creator "in-visioned" the world. If half the history and matter of English classes were the study of seers like Blake or Tolkien (see Ran Prieur, http://ranprieur.com/essays/JRRT.html) an understanding of cyclical nature (both Great Nature and our inner nature) would shed the skin of our epistemological minds. And in the prophet's Word, "everything would appear to man as it is - infinite."

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