From: clinton Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2008 21:35:59 +0000 (+0000) Subject: html updates X-Git-Url: http://git.hcoop.net/clinton/website/site/unknownlamer.org.git/commitdiff_plain/92ffc65b5b230185ffe3a7f705d4aa2ef0b655f8 html updates --- diff --git a/Book List.html b/Book List.html index a9a13d1..4b8df51 100644 --- a/Book List.html +++ b/Book List.html @@ -159,9 +159,9 @@ my notebook to ponder further.

William Blake

Blake is my favorite of the English poets. His unique use of -relief etching and watercoloring makes for very interesting -Illuminated works. There is a very high quality +

Blake is my favorite of the English poets. His +unique use of relief etching and watercoloring makes for very +interesting Illuminated works. There is a very high quality complete archive of Blake's works online with high resolution plate scans and full transcriptions among other things.

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Now Maytag has been my cat buddy since January 2006.

Now Maytag has been my cat buddy since January 2007.

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Music

+Recently Vacated Graves +
+Music I Enjoy +

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+Recently Vacated Graves

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I sing in Recently Vacated Graves: True Zombie Metal. In theory we +have a third album in the works, and are playing a nice Halloween show +with Watain in Northern Virginia.

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+Music I Enjoy

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William Blake

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+5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars.
+And slept with open doors:
+Envy sung at the rich mans feast:
+Wrath was follow'd up and down
+By a little ewe lamb
+And Wantonness on his own true love
+Begot a giant race:
+
+6: Raging furious the flames of desire
+Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames
+Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd
+With destruction & plagues. In the midst
+The Eternal Prophet bound in a chain
+Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow
+
+7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury
+Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains
+Mounting up from his fury, condens'd
+Rolling round & round, mounting on high
+Into vacuum: into non-entity.
+Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart
+His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging
+Rivers of wide flame; they roll round
+And round on all sides making their way
+Into darkness and shadowy obscurity
+

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+Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!
+Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.
+I sieze their burning power
+And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.
+
+Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains
+In forests of eternal death, shrieking in hollow trees.
+Ah mother Enitharmon!
+Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.
+
+I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.
+And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad
+And leave me void as death;
+Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.
+
+And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?
+To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it
+With milk and honey?
+I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.
+

+ +

+For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,
+They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
+They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth
+They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:
+They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots
+To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation
+The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
+

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+At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain
+He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,
+And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts
+That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend
+Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free
+Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought
+And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:
+And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan:
+His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes
+
+But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether
+Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,
+And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination
+In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.
+But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know
+What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time
+Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive
+Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.
+
+And all this Vegetable World appeard on my left Foot,
+As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:
+I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.
+

+ +

+Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
+Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked
+Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences
+Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far
+Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river
+Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees
+My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit
+But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men
+The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain
+Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn
+But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt
+Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth
+The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
+With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City
+Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
+With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
+The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce
+Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood
+They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd
+With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice
+Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together
+To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts
+The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride
+Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more
+The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
+He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd
+And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
+Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father
+Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
+His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
+Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath
+Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon
+By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke
+Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk
+Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born
+And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los
+They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
+The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces
+Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow
+Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail
+There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand
+There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks
+Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires
+Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah
+Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror
+Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
+Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down
+From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain
+Thus Sang the Demons of the Deep.

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