The religious often present Christianity as a faith celebrating love, joy, peace and righteousness. But for the Romantic poet William Blake, the Church’s presence in the world is not as positive as one might expect. In his poem “The Garden of Love,” Blake contrasts two kinds of settings: a lush, innocent garden, and a domineering, stone chapel. Whereas the Garden represents peaceful recollections…
I've seen you here before, I know your name
Yeah, you could have your pick of pretty things
You could have it all, everything at once
Everything you've seen, everything you'll need
Everything you've ever had in fantasies
the short stories are actually really provocative and profound, heartrending and disturbing and thought-provoking and funny all at the same time and in such a short amount of space.
but i feel like when n*tflix touched them, they were the first victim of a withering away and soul sapping for me, in which i couldn't bear to be around the kinds of discussions and jokes and everything which were coming up at that time as fundamental misunderstandings of them so it just became very painful and very banal because they were all, in essence, forgotten.
however, that damage is not irreversable.
particularly in the case of a good adaptation, the musical, i have begun to remember all of why i love the short stories so much, just how good and painful to my heart they are, as well as thinking more deeply about some aspects which i had not previously considered or paid a lot of attention to (in lieu of other things which excited me more).
i think the biggest strength of a "good" adaptation and a "good" fandom is that they make you realize things you hadn't, interested in parts that weren't your 'favorite,' and generally expanding your mind and love of the source material. in contrast, a "bad" adaptation or "bad" fandom is that which makes you wish to forget and eventually end up forgetting your love and leaving it behind yourself. "good" is to remember, "bad" is to forget.
How can the bird that is born for joy, Sit in a cage and sing. How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing. And forget his youthful spring.
-William Blake, The School Boy, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Speaking of books, I just saw that the Folio Society just released an edition of William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience. FUCK! I WANT! It's a really nice-looking edition. When I told my partner (who has the day off from work) just now, she laughed and said that the Folio Society "has you by the balls." LOL, I mean, yeah, but their books are so pretty!! What's a bitch supposed to do? NOT simp for their books???
From my Bookshelf #2: William Blake's "Songs of Innocence and of Experience"
From my Bookshelf #2: William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”
Last week I did a Twitch stream where I played some Magic the Gathering on MTG Arena while incorporating some poems from William Blake. I’ve always enjoyed Blake both for his simplicity in verse and his insights into the human condition. His vocabulary isn’t strange like Shakespeare’s sometimes is, nor is it so vague that I can hardly glean any meaning at all, like the poems of T.S. Eliot or…