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Returning to the tree today for the Wednesday Corner is Keith Alan Watson who is better known to us as Uncle Tree! Keith writes of the passion of William Blake, one of my own favourites whose writing and beliefs first became known to me a a member of The Theosophical Society and The Druid Order. I was a young girl when I graced the boards of those London, occult institutions with my spiritually delving mind into the esoteric mysteries. Blake had a profound effect on me then. I still love his art – so passion-filled, so fervent! Thank you, Keith for bringing Blake to the tree today and for your own inimitable words.
Hello, everyone! From my corner of the ring today, I bring the great William Blake (1757 to 1827). Born with many a gift in the arts, this overly-talented metaphysical visionary majorly influenced me, right about the time when I began to try my own hand at poetry. In January of 2001, I visited the library and checked out “The Portable Blake”. Keeping it close by my side, at home and at work, I studied it for two months. In March, I set my eyes on a book that held The Complete Plates And Poems within its pages, and let my mind and soul feast on that for a few weeks.
The self-educational journey that brought me to the steps of Blake’s front door began with Aldous Huxley’s, “The Doors Of Perception”. It was while reading a biography on D.H. Lawrence that I learned of the close friendship between David and Aldous. Both admired Blake, so I thought I ought to check him out, too. Because of Blake, I went on to read 2 books by his friend, Thomas Paine: “The Age Of Reason” and “Common Sense”. Thanks to the many secrets contained therein, I never looked at The Bible the same way again.
I was brought up to believe The Bible was the flawless Word Of God; the true history; the facts! And we were taught to take The Word literally — all the unbelievable events, and all the miracles REALLY happened. Therefore, I was literally prepared to be shocked (indeed, I was) by the gob-smacking multitude of blasphemies parading in front of the eyes and innocent mind of a man trying to head off a mid-life crisis! Talk about throwing fuel on the fire…
Blake showed spiritual courage. He took aim at the religious and their institutions. He questioned God and Man and the ways-and-means between them, and, as far as I know, he was never struck down by lightening. Even though I couldn’t agree with him on every account, I admired him for his guts, which he spilled freely for the sake of art, conjecture, and a few good laughs from poking fun at others and himself. He loved rhythm and rhyme, and he wrote long poems (which gave me license to follow in kind), as well as a couple of epic proportion, one of which I’d like to feature today.
Care to dare! Dare yourself! Dare your family! Dare your friends! After all, they’re only words. Good Day! Uncle Tree
The Everlasting Gospel by William Blake
The Vision Of Christ that thou dost see
Is my vision’s greatest enemy.
Thine has a great hook nose like thine;
Mine has a snub nose like to mine.
Thine is the Friend of all Mankind;
Mine speaks in parables to the blind.
Thine loves the same world that mine hates;
Thy heaven doors are my hell gates.
From out the Temple of His Mind,
And in his body tight does bind
Satan and all his hellish crew;
And thus with wrath He did subdue
The serpent bulk of Nature’s dross,
Till He had nail’d it to the Cross.
He took on sin in the Virgin’s womb
And put it off on the Cross and tomb
To be worshipp’d by the Church of Rome.
Humility is only doubt,
And does the sun and moon blot out,
Rooting over with thorns and stems
The buried soul and all its gems.
This life’s five windows of the soul
Distorts the Heavens from pole to pole,
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not thro’, the eye
That they may call a shame and sin
Love’s temple that God dwelleth in,
And hide in secret hidden shrine
The naked Human Form Divine,
And render that a lawless thing
On which the Soul expands its wing.
The mental powers by diseases we bind;
But He heals the deaf, the dumb, and the blind.
Whom God has afflicted for secret ends,
He comforts and heals and calls them friends.’
But, when Jesus was crucified,
Then was perfected His galling pride.
In three nights He devour’d His prey,
And still He devours the body of clay;
For dust and clay is the Serpent’s meat,
Which never was made for Man to eat.
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Thank you so much for allowing me to have another shot at a spot on your Corner, Niamh! 🙂 I pray and hope that one of these days your magnanimous generosity be returned in kind, and in full measure. Lord knows, you’re deserving.
To clarify my thoughts on “words” there at the end, I’d like to add this:
“After all, they’re only words, and words are used to being used – as playthings.”
Do feel free to pay me a visit. Thank you!
Will always pay you a visit!
The Golden Rule rules ’round here. Yepperz!
Keith Alan Watson what a pleasure to read your wonderful post about a Genuis who inspired and influenced me especially in my beginnings with English poetry..I knew Blake when I read an article in a famous Arabic magazine my mom used to buy every month, it was an article about artists who could write and pain/draw at the same time, that’s where i saw one of his paintings..and like you I used to take a book of Romantic poetry (Blake,Keats,Wordsworth) with me wherever I went in my second year in university when we were introduced to these poets..fascinated and deeply taken by his prophetic ability to create, Blake is one of my favourite poets/artists ever..I enjoyed reading your article immensly,brought back so many beautiful memories..thank you Niamh for the best part of Wednesday as usual..xx
We must talk esotericism sometime, Imen! My speciality subject.
How kind of you to compliment me and W.B. here and there and everywhere I look.
Thank you, Imen! And thank you for continuing to support Niamh & Crew, and all The Plum Tree’s endeavors! Memories are treasures. Aren’t they? I’m glad to hear you’ve already met up with Blake. Puts ol’ Uncle Tree in good company. 🙂
A truly wonderful walk with Blake. Thank you Uncle Tree & Niamh Clune for continuing to illuminate & educate & inspire!
Many thanks Susie. So lovely to see you here.
p.s It would be great, susie, to have you do a Wednesday Corner.
You’re welcome, Susie. Thanks for chiming in! 🙂
I second Niamh’s motion. Do a piece for us?
what a wonderful way to begin my wednesday! here under the magnificent plum tree with uncle tree and…blake – blake who has touched and continues to touch the lives of so many – and uncle tree – well, he’s one who can spin a yarn round and round keeping his readers in a whirlwind of suspense and intrigue and all those…words…all those playthings…that he plays so very well! many thanks to you, niamh, for these fabulous little plums you offer us every week!
Dearest Jenean, so lovely to have you here and we must have you back too!
Do plums blush? Jenean, your whimsy playthings are bound to put a spell on me. Thank you for the fine compliments! I’m tickled pink!
Such a magnificent post on William Blake, Uncle Tree. He certainly touched the lives of many. I didn’t realize the esotericism in his work. I read him so long ago. Loved revisiting his work today.
Yes! He was deeply mystical.
I’m glad I was able “ring a bell” for you, Patricia! 🙂
Thank you kindly for the compliment!
Blake has a way of making us rethink –
pretty much about everything we believe.
A lovely visit with Keith and Blake. I remember Blake and enjoy him as one of the first I read of “real grown-up poetry” when I was in school and always amazed at his poetic insight and the color and movement of his art.
Bravo! and thank you to Keith and Niamh.
One of my favourites too, Jamie.
Thank you, Jamie! Don’t you be growin’ up
too much now. We’re starting a new movement.
Only the young at heart need apply. 😉