/lit/ - Literature

>>23250676
> 'Men are born with a devil and an angel,' but this he himself interpreted body and soul. Of the Old Testament he seemed to think not favourably. 'Christ,' said he, 'took much after his mother (the law), and in that respect was one of the worst of men.' On my requiring an explanation, he said, 'There was his turning the money changers out of the Temple. He had no right to do that.' Blake then declared against those who sat in judgement on others. 'I have never known a very bad man who had not something very good about him.'

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Read Blake.

"To the Accuser Who Is
The God of This World

Truly, My Satan, thou art but a Dunce,
And dost not know the Garment from the Man.
Every Harlot was a Virgin once,
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan.

Tho' thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah, thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Night's decline,
The lost Traveller's Dream under the Hill."

>>21767978
No he wasn't, William Blake looked like this

I LOVE WILLIAM BLAKE

Who is the successor to Blake?

Does religion and dogma restrict the poetic imagination? Balzac, Melville, and Blake all thought so. Coleridge's creative decline is usually attributed to his increased activity in the Unitarian Church as well.

So what's the deal with this nigga

>Tyger Tyger, burning bright
Is this the best English romanticism has to offer? He made a spelling mistake in the first line of his poem

Is William Blake the final boss of literature?

how did he do it bros? how did he predict more than 100 years of philosophy of language before it happened?

>The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive.
>And particularly they studied the genius of each city and country, placing it under its mental deity.
>Till a system was formed, which some took
advantage of and enslaved the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood. Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
>And at length they pronounced that the Gods had ordered such things.
>Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.

>William Butler Yeats
>William Wordsworth
>William Blake
>William Shakespeare

Did they think we wouldn't notice?

looking to get deep into this guys work. can someone give me a good reading order and rec some good secondary sources on him?

How do I get into William Blake's works?

Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.

Cucktholics BTFO by based Blake
>I went to the Garden of Love,
>And saw what I never had seen:
>A Chapel was built in the midst,
>Where I used to play on the green.

>And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
>And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
>So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
>That so many sweet flowers bore.

>And I saw it was filled with graves,
>And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
>And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
>And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

>“Here,” said I, “is your lot; in this space, if space it may be called.” Soon we saw the stable and the church, and I took him to the altar and opened the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended, driving the Angel before me. Soon we saw seven houses of brick. One we entered. In it were a number of monkeys, baboons, and all of that species, chained by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but withheld by the shortness of their chains. However, I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught by the strong, and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with and then devoured by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk; this, after grinning and kissing it with seeming fondness, they devoured too. And here and there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off his own tail. As the stench terribly annoyed us both, we went into the mill; and I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotle’s Analytics.
>So the Angel said: “Thy phantasy has imposed upon me, and thou oughtest to be ashamed.”
>I answered: “We impose on one another, and it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.”
This is from The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

>>19198297
“Here,” said I, “is your lot; in this space, if space it may be called.” Soon we saw the stable and the church, and I took him to the altar and opened the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended, driving the Angel before me. Soon we saw seven houses of brick. One we entered. In it were a number of monkeys, baboons, and all of that species, chained by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but withheld by the shortness of their chains. However, I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught by the strong, and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with and then devoured by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk; this, after grinning and kissing it with seeming fondness, they devoured too. And here and there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off[37] his own tail. As the stench terribly annoyed us both, we went into the mill; and I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotle’s Analytics.
So the Angel said: “Thy phantasy has imposed upon me, and thou oughtest to be ashamed.”
I answered: “We impose on one another, and it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.”

Poetry is the most lucid manifestation of the holy spirit and Philosophers simply expound upon the insights of the Poet-Prophets

>I am astonishd how such Contemptible Knavery & Folly as this Book contains can ever have been calld Wisdom by Men of Sense but perhaps this never was the Case & all Men of Sense have despised the Book as Much as I do
>What Bacon calls Lies is Truth itself
>False O Satan
>False
>Trifling Nonsense
>Lame Reasoning upon Premises This Never can Happen
>A Lie
>This is Folly Itself
>Politic Foolery & most contemptible Villainy & Murder
>Foolish & tells into the hands of a Tyrant
>Here is nothing of Thy own Original Genius but only Imitation what Folly
>A Flogging Magistrate I have seen many such fly blows of Bacon
>O Contemptible & Abject Slave
>Blasphemy
>Self Contradiction Knave & Fool
>Nonsense
>This Section contradicts the Preceding
>Bacon has no notion of any thing but Mammon
>Good Advice for the Devil
>Contemptible Knave Let the People look to this
>a Lie
>an artifice
>Self Contradiction
>What must our Clergy be who Allow Bacon to be Either Wise or even of Common Capacity I cannot
>Harum Scarum who can do this
>The Contrary is the best Advice
>A lie
>Nonsense
>How absurd
>What Fools
>This is too Stupid to have been True
>What a Cursed Fool is this, "Ill Shapen" are Infants or small Plants "ill shapen" because they are not yet come to their maturity? What a contemptible Fool is This Bacon
>Nonsense
>Is not this the Greatest Folly
>what can be worse than this or more foolish
>Bacon hated Talents of all Kinds Eloquence is discret[io]n of Speech
>Very Foolish
>Bacon was a Usurer
>A Lie it makes Merchants & nothing Else
>Bacon is in his Element on Usury it is himself & his Philosophy
>Bacons Business is not Intellect or Art
>a Lie
>Such was Bacon Stupid Indeed
>False Contemptible
>Is not this Very Very Contemptible
>What Trifling Nonsense & Self Conceit

This stupid poet walked by me today, he was carrying his own beer WITHOUT A SERVANT. I lost it and called him what he was, a slobbering, fat madman. FUCKING POETS. Every time. He was all like hurr durr Jesus Christ the greatest. god bless your poetic genius.
lol this is what Englishmen actually believe. Trolled hard.

>>18797122
and yet

>revival of Romanticism in Europe

That might be kind of based honestly.

>>18732452
I thought you were referencing Blake's "And did those feet in ancient time"; today it is best known as the hymn "Jerusalem", with music written by Sir Hubert Parry in 1916. The famous orchestration was written by Sir Edward Elgar.
>https://youtu.be/MKRHWT6xdEU

> And did those feet in ancient time,
> Walk upon Englands mountains green:
> And was the holy Lamb of God,
> On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

> And did the Countenance Divine,
> Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
> And was Jerusalem builded here,
> Among these dark Satanic Mills?

> Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
> Bring me my Arrows of desire:
> Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold:
> Bring me my Chariot of fire!

> I will not cease from Mental Fight,
> Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
> Till we have built Jerusalem,
> In Englands green & pleasant Land.

Beneath the poem Blake inscribed a quotation from the Bible:
> "Would to God that all the Lords people were Prophets"
Numbers XI. Ch 29.v

>The poem was supposedly inspired by the apocryphal story that a young Jesus, accompanied by Joseph of Arimathea, a tin merchant, travelled to what is now England and visited Glastonbury during his unknown years.[2] Most scholars reject the historical authenticity of this story out of hand, and according to British folklore scholar A. W. Smith, "there was little reason to believe that an oral tradition concerning a visit made by Jesus to Britain existed before the early part of the twentieth century".[3] The poem's theme is linked to the Book of Revelation (3:12 and 21:2) describing a Second Coming, wherein Jesus establishes a New Jerusalem. Churches in general, and the Church of England in particular, have long used Jerusalem as a metaphor for Heaven, a place of universal love and peace.[a]