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William Blake on Paradise Lost by MiltonThe true Meaning and the true natureof the Divinewhere story is toldwith symbolsabout the CreationAs the serpent is not necessarily SatanBut, the fact we arecurious creatures anddesire with interest overridethe laws of God, who stated,From that tree, you shall not eat and when paradise wasperfect and Adam and Evedid not know anythingbut the perfectThen, the serpent, chidedWith EveTo make her wonder why?or better stillWhy not? eat from the treeThe intrigue of being told not to do something Like any childWonders about the resultBut, not fully realizing The consequencesAs the apple was sweetand tasted immeasurablygood, but, in her mind havingbeen told not to eat from the fruitHad to spit it outWith guilt alreadysetting inAs the paradise we once knew as perfectWas now tainted and Incomplete and nowwas lost for all who tasted from the treeof knowledgeCame the bitter tasteof guilt as we bite the appledaily wanting and wonderingWhy not?Just as Eve did on that fateful dayCasting all of humanityinto the land of toil and hard work without perfectresults With only burden and guiltThe paradise we once hadWas now lost, forever
You're really engaged with Blake and Milton here! Great!
i like the tangle of this and the line "with the guilt already setting in" is awesome.
I was not acquainted with either artist and felt the only way I could try to get a sense was to take the work literally as to the meaning of Milton with Paradise Lost it was too long and boring the way he wrote it, and to my take on Blake was the images really moved me to write about the original sin, yet may have inserted to much of my own religious meaning into the prints.
you know what?hell is boringso is eden unlessyou have a third personwatching -- then, it's kind ofhot, but still without that serpentvoyeur guy -- also boring. i wish something would happendon't you?i know! let's leave. i'll eat that red thing, and that'll openup the barrier and we can getthe heck outsee what is UPwith all this workand deathand stuff. i've heard of this thingcalled free will.Let's TRY itand see whathappens.
NICE! Love it!
this touches experience. thx
there's something so marvelously empty about these blake illustrations. I love how muscular everyone is, but still.... it's all very static. I also find Milton extremely boring, and actually stopped going to the freshman college lectures on him which were given by this very poindextery professor at my college. I had a classmate tell me when we'd moved on to to Dryden. AND my story about this actually gets better.... but I need to tell it to you not email.
Dryden I hated too, but loved the professor! And you're right about Blake!
yes, with dryden we got the fabulous hale and hearty Restoration professor, and that's when I began to fall in love with the literature of that period, aka the long 18th century. and my mom loved william blake, and could recite part of tyger tyger. so i felt like i knew him already when i got to him in the survey course. i'm wondering what other people's encounters with william blake have been like?
Great things are done when men and mountains meet ~William Blake
Tainted ParadiseFrom the beginning it seemsparadide was already losta debt was already owedthe burdens of costits images hollowtoo many shades of grayits aura of emptinessof losing one's waya shadow is always thereraining on man's paradethe dark cloud of sinand all man-madethen a promise emergesfrom the dusky huea redeemer in their midstand for all of us toothis story's visualis grainy and fadedlike the hearts of all humansjagged and jadedthe example is uglyand we Don't want to seebut that's what happenswhen paradise is lost for you and me
Uggg!!! Really a typo in the second line????????? Don't look at it
Excellent imagery, I love the end when the Crucifixion is too hard for us to see because of the brutality and the fact we refuse to look, because of the burden when paradise is lost for you and me. By the way, this interpretation may or may not be what you had intended.
You nailed it! I'm so glad I my intention came through
Fantastic poem Molly! Wonderful!
a deep well described and poetic dark. thx
I felt like the colors Blake used gave off a vibe of paradise lost, before it was ever found. So I used that concept.
I'm not a Christian, but I dug that shadow!
I'll write about faith anytime! I'm glad you liked it♥
Paradise lost is a tiresome taleOf PunishmentDevil, sin, victimA tale of smallJustification.Can Blake salvage This loser mindTo serveSubtlety?In printmakingDetail survivesRepeated ink waveArriving in commoner hand. Now Paradise victim Is beyond puppeteer angstFreed to imagineOne’s own pondered view.
That's great! Great take on Blake!!
Satan watchesAdam and Eve adoring embraceJealous of love
I love that thought!
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William Blake crafted characters in a well-worn sketchbook.Shaping, cajoling, polishing hisetches into splendid human forms.Grecian-marble skin stretched tight over pectorally correct abdominals sculpted with beauteous torsosatop clenched buttocks andlimber legs with anatomically correct muscles. Fingers tapered with precision as did the detaildisappearing between their toes.Once completed, a few Beings werereleased into a heavenly settingwhile others tumbled straight into chains and purgatory.All were bewildered by thisartistic justice, caught in an eternity of right and wrong,where the creamy paper air was flushed with a hint of rose.Sinners, downcast angels,bland faces of judgement werecommon in their father’s world.Shadows could exist, but noother blemish or complexity.Yearning was in everyone’s eyes;“I was impulsive, a juvenileare there no second chances?”“I am too old to be so bad.”They pleaded for redemption,desiring a quick release fromtheir parchment prison.It was a fraud of perpetualblack and white simplicity,an unkind, twisted plot. Call it faith or hope, butt’was not an easy reality.Blake fell asleep on his illustratedmanuscript, awakening in hisown projection of peace after death,discovering that the most magical world had been Earth,fraught with ugliness, but more choice. He eventually met Poet Milton, face-to-face. The two of them were last seen together, in a corner, plotting how the hell they’d get out of the place.