8 thoughts on “William Blake”

  1. Hmm. I thought God made Man in His own image?
    But never mind that, it’s a crap poem. One has to be a real luvvie to appreciate the obscure ramblings of Blake.

    No disrespect Claire … 😀

  2. Claire, don’t mind Bearsy! WB was a haunted soul who did good words and pics. 🙂

  4. Blake’s poetry,along with Chaucer (The Franklin’s Tale), Shakespeare (Henry V and Macbeth), Dickens (Little Dorrit), and Conrad (Chance),formed part of the syllabus for the 1963-65 Oxon/Cantab A level English exam. Blake proved to be an early introduction to psychiatry, but I can’t pretend that I ever grew to love his poetry – or his drawings for that matter – a tortured soul.

  7. Thanks for all the comments. It is probably one of those that you love or you hate…
    It comes from Blake’s Songs of Experience, which as you probably know, range from raw, almost tribal cries of anger, to dark musings on personal betrayal. For every one of these, there is a more conventional counterpart, in the Songs of Innocence. So, for Tyger, Tyger, you have The Lamb – Little Lamb, who made thee? – and so forth.
    For myself, I love the way Blake makes scant distinction between the personal and the political, choosing instead to twist conventional lyricism into something prophetic and dark.

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