William Blake Comic Book: A Memorable Fancy Comic pg 5
Howdy, fellers! How are you? Welcome to this week's page!
Phew, it sure was a hum-dinger!
Well, my jaw pain is greatly lessened. The antibiotics did the trick. My jaw muscle pain is less, too. Glad of all. Now, all there is to get used to, is the lack of a molar and the sharp edge of my first pre-molar on my tongue.
In this week's page there's some more symbolism that William Blake is employing, especially with a fungus, which hung head downward into the deep. I'm not sure what he means here but I don't think it's complimentary.
I read some guy talking about Blake, and this guy said that Blake was committed to the idea that you can't analyze the world too much, or his poetry. The imagination is the beginning and the end of what humans can understand of this world, or something.
Hey cowboys! Look it at what I just found! It's Ulver's album "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell"! I cued it up to start from CD2, plate 16 or so, the beginning of A Memorable Fancy, so you fellows can read along and listen!
Anyway, thanks for visiting, cowpokes! I hope everyone has a good weekend and I'll see everyone here next week, I hope! Good bye!
Published on by Sam Battin.
You're reading a page from a comic book entitled William Blake, Man of Action!! It's based on William Blake's poem "A Memorable Fancy" from his larger work "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell". I'll be posting a page a week, and the first page of A Memorable Fancy is here. Alternately , you can check out the archive to jump to different pages. Please leave a comment if you like it, or don't!
Okay so William Blake has followed the angel into the cave to see for himself what the Angel tells him is his "eternal lot". They're deep in the earth, hanging above an immensity.
William Blake says to the Angel, "If you please, we will commit ourselves to the void, and see whether Providence is here also." He flips over and dangles carelessly over the void, winks at the Angel and says "If you will not, I will?"
The Angel replies "Do not presume O young-man, but as we here remain behold thy lot which will soon appear when the darkness passes away."
And Blake thinks "So I remain'd with her sitting in the twisted root of an oak. She was suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep."
They look together into the darkness below them. Blake thinks, "By degrees we beheld the infinite Abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city."