Happy 260th, William Blake!
Born on this day, 1757.
How to celebrate?
The weather is perhaps not quite what one would wish for playing Adam and Eve in the garden, as is reputed he did with his wife.
We could wander through the chartered streets, to where the chartered Thames doth flow, and see in every face we meet, marks of weakness, marks of woe.
We could visit Peckham Rye, though I doubt we would see any angels in the trees.
If we saw any robin redbreasts in cages, we could let them out.
If we saw any tigers burning bright, we could alert the fire brigade. We also feel that there must be Health and Safety regulations appertaining to chariots of fire and bows of burning gold.
Mind-forged manacles, however, may be deployed in a safe, sane, and consensual fashion, possibly in conjunction with arrows of desire. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2692652.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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