Here’s something different for today: the last lines of “William Bond”, one of William Blake’s poems from the Pickering Manuscript. I don’t know about you, but they make me shiver with their beauty every time I read them, especially the last two. I thought Love livd in hot sun shine …
The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil’s party without knowing it. – William Blake I’ve always loved this quotation of Blake’s – it’s from The …
And now, a poem in honour of our cat: Kittenbot, Kittenbot, It’s black and it kills everything. Or the modernist variation: Kittenbot Kittenbot It’s black and it kills everything. What do you mean, you wanted to know about Phenomenon 32? No need to interrupt my brilliant poetry, you’ll know soon …
Thinking about all the wars this planet is currently drowning in led me to search out one of the best musical adaptations of a Blake poem I have ever heard: “Lullaby” by Loreena McKennitt. The perfect reading is by Douglas Campbell, who unfortunately died recently. Blake would be proud. The …
Well it’s a matter of fact that I’m gonna die one day But muthafucka Right now I breathe And I may not be able to predict my demise But you can bet it won’t be on my knees From: Street Sweeper Social Club, “Fight! Smash! Win!” (lyrics)
