Some Blake for breakfast anyone?

Aug 19, 2006 11:26

How's about a touch of Blake on a depressingly drizzly morning in the midst of summer, which feels an awful lot more like the the death throes of autumn?

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, -

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Quoting Blake to someone the other day (yes, just like the geek that I am) gave me cause to remember just why I enjoy his work so. Even better, when you mix 1 part Blake to 2 parts Pullman you get the wondrous creation that is His Dark Materials. I never understand how JK Rowling came to be such a publishing sensation when faced with the formidable talent of the garden shed author Mr Pullman?..

I am feeling a lot more like my old self now, which is a damn sight better than feeling like my new self - which is all confused and lost in the highly stressful vortex of adopting a new job and dealing with the personal problems of self and others.

Tonight, fine food and wine - the simple pleasures of life. More complicated pleasures are too taxing on my fragile psyche.

blake, pullman

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