Communicator (communicator) wrote,
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Energy is eternal delight

William Blake is 250 years old today! Sorry the icon is so gloomy it's the only pic of him I've got to hand.

What better excuse to post a poem. Actually I prefer to post one of his rants.

All Bibles or sacred codes have been the causes of the following Errors:

I. That Man has two real existing principles: Viz: a Body & a Soul.

2. That Energy, call'd Evil, is alone from the Body; & that Reason, call'd Good, is alone from the Soul.

3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies.

But the following Contraries to these are True:

1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call'd Body is a portion of Soul discern'd by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

2. Energy is the only life, and is from the Body; and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.

3. Energy is Eternal Delight.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.


Read the rest

Oh, I can't resist here's some more

The Eternal Female groan'd! it was heard over all the Earth:
Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome;
Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep down falling, even to eternity down falling,
And weep!
In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howling;
On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king!
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield; forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.

The fire, the fire, is falling!

Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance
The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.
Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away:
Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings and rocks,
Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames faded, emerge round the gloomy King.
With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay,
Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden breast,
Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying:
Empire is no more! and now the lion & wolf shall cease.



thanks to pigeonhed for the reminder
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