Blake
“Lost! Lost! Lost! Are my Emanations Enion, O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret
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All Love is lost Terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.”
There is no need for me to reference these phrases; verse, which speaks
To me now, is indeed a living reminder that poetry carries us from
Generation to generation.
(What the heck) why would I follow duty (which I do) instead of liberty?
All the emotions are needed, in order for me to sustain love and one
Of them is stern duty to responsibility. If I cling to the attitude, by
Expecting another person to behave as I do, I then become sternness,
Atrophied to my own love and I die to myself. I haven’t read Dante
But I’ve heard enough to realize that hell is the lack luster stern attitude,
Willing someone to think as myself. Hell, who isn’t guilty of being stern?
“I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee and live.”
Blake looked upon “thee” and lives.
When sterning, I turn around and look in a mirror to see, there are but
A few years left and mayne less than a few years. Blake becomes the
Angel or character he is trying to become. Meaning, he yearns to be
Loved and sees how his own sins block the perfections he seeks. We all
Seem to fall short of our own whispering good.
“In secret soft wings. in mazes of delusive beauty
I have look’d into the secret soul of him I lov’d
And in the Dark recesses found Sin and cannot return.”
Self-examination?
“…a Nothing, left in darkness, yet I am an identity…”
Wow. How many monks, ascetics, have beaten themselves with being
Nothing? In Genesis we read we come from nothing or were created
From nothing. Blake, “I am like an atom” (wow, again) is he thinking
About the relationship of science and religion? Of course, and who isn’t?
There are those scientist religions and political religions and
Spiritual religions. Any exact thought is religion. Or any exact immutable
Truth is religion. Sterness instead of liberty. Blake presents the atom.
The small thought, the molecular level between stern duty and liberty.
A large space where we still can identify with being. Being universal,
Inseparable from the whole universe, like a pie in the sky. Yummy.
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