If there ever has been a person who has had the experience of heaven while living on this earth it would have to be William Blake. Just thinking about him, just letting his name run through my mind (let alone reading one of his poems or looking at one of his drawings or paintings!) makes my pulse gallop. I believe there is so much mystery about the man and his works. If he were all we devoted ourselves to, we would never reach the bottom of the experience.
According to the Writer's Almanac, his birthday was Sunday, the 28th:
It's the birthday of poet and artist William Blake, (books by this author) born in London (1757). When he was 25, he married an illiterate girl named Catherine Boucher, who was a devoted wife, although she once remarked, "I have very little of Mr. Blake's company. He is always in Paradise." A friend once dropped by to find them sitting in their garden, naked, reciting passages from Paradise Lost. "Come in!" cried Blake. "It's only Adam and Eve, you know!" Blake and his wife printed and bound his books, including Songs of Innocence and Experience.
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Theresa! As I scrolled down over the picture, I exclaimed, "How beautiful!" Then I saw it was Blake. "Of course!" was the next exclamation. An extraordinary creative man who blessed us with his presence. And what a lovely image of him with his wife, naked, reciting "Paradise Lost." Where are the Blakes of today? I suspect that there are some among us that are going unnoticed in the noise of the Lowest Common Denominator media images that are constantly blasting us.
vxv wrote: Where are the Blakes of today?
I guess we will have to be the Blakes of today! :-)
All right!!
Let's do it! Let's be the Blakes of the 21st Century!
You can be Theresa William(s) Blake. Channel away! As for the rest of us, we can be the Blake Sisters. What do you say?
Oops, I mean the Blake Sisters & Brothers - sorry, gentlemen!
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