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A Mystery…us little worms !

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O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love, Does thy life destroy. ~William Blake

I did not take becoming a mom lightly. Growing up in the 1970s sex was rampant, provocative and held secrets. We had Planned Parenthood to help us out! During the 1980s I was too wild to have children and ended up leaving a punk rock music scene in order to find a lifestyle where I eventually could have some kids.

The world my kids are growing up in is now so diverse. Gangs, sex and racism is something they handle with goodness and insight that amazes me. They have come into a technological world that is self-motivating and profoundly enriching. Not to say that technology is perfect because it can be addictive and time-consuming .  I find it better than sitting around a circle smoking pot and listening to the same vinyl records over and over again… like the guys I grew up with!

Two things happened today that made me sick to my stomach. The first was finding out that a club on Facebook that looked very inviting and cute shamefully turned out to be an exclusive club for colored women. The second thing that happened  was a woman rewarding other women for not being mothers.

Time to think !!

I don’t know why a young colored woman would want to put a tattoo on herself supporting a club that is racist against white woman? I don’t know why a woman from my own generation would sarcastically humiliate other women for making the decision to have a child.

When I was a 19-year-old punker I wanted to be sterilized! Considering over population, my own sexual abuse experiences, and the need to control my own body;  made me aspire to this.

Time to think !

Two abortions, three miscarriages and two baby boys later I am grateful that I decided to have children. It is my body and the opportunity to bring children into this world has been my greatest gift.

I have come to the profound conclusion that life is a mystery. I know that this mystery must know a great deal more of what is going on than we do…

us little worms !


Influence of Pleiades

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Job XIV

Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion? (Job xxxviii: 31)

When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy (Job xxxviii: 7)

Let there be light (Genesis i: 3)

Let there be a firmament (Genesis i: 6)

Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear (Genesis i: 9)

And God made two great lights (Genesis 1: 16)

Let the waters bring forth abundantly (Genesis i: 20)

Let the earth bring forth the living creature… cattle, and creeping thing, the beast of the earth (Genesis i: 24).

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a layperson’s study of William Blake continues under the Pleiades….

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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul?
Job, 3. 20

I am the kind of person that likes to be alone. The sounds of nature outside and the sounds of the house inside bring familiar ways to the reality of life. All seems good. Only when people get involved in my living equation do I get the feeling of being lonely. Those past and preset friends and family I sometimes am lonely for, do show their faces in my heart. I had my first Art show. I was lonely for support. With loneliness comes disillusionment.

I have an image by William Blake. It is a small image in a pretty golden frame. The image is of Job. Above Job are four beautiful angels with their hands and wings ascending upwards. With Job is the adversary and below him is a cave of desperate people. They are all looking up.

We have just finished remodeling our kitchen. I put this image in the new kitchen. I am waiting to properly hang it there. This morning I am amazed to see a ray of light from the morning sun shining on this image. Job is illuminated as well as the Angels above him. The light is perfectly aligned with this part of the image.

When ever I am truly lonely I have images/ paintings around my home that inspire me to look inward: penetrating an image until it starts to speak to me and so enlivens my sometimes lonely soul. I can not think of a character more lonely than Job and like Job sometimes we just have to endure our loneliness for a while.

I would be a fool to say there is one time. so far in my life, where I have been the most lonely. Loneliness is a common feeling we all share…which I do not wish on anyone.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is – infinite ~ William Blake

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TRIANGULAR POEM

To Abraham

 This is a poem created on a triangular form for a fellow student in a poetry class at Los Angeles Valley College. Abraham was a wise mature student taking a course with a bunch of young adults. He teased us and spoke Yiddish in class. He had Holocaust tattoos on his arm that were expanded and dull. He invited the class to his apartment in Van Nuys. Every wall was covered with bookshelves filled with a verity of books. I found a book by William Blake there that day from one of the dusty shelves! I made this to remember Abraham, a simple man of extraordinary insight and purpose!

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Triangular Poem By Holly D. Cornell

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Singed by Abraham Pesah Lenkawicki 3-11-1998

Red: Heaven in Hell’s despair

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.~ William Blake

The colors became dark. The night air and clubs filled with dark colors and darker tattoos. She remembered when bright colors expressed the vibrant nights in contrast to the dark nights and loud music. To bring the bright colors back was a problem for her.

Bright lipstick and red pants. The joy of watercolors on paper brought the essence of the flowers to life. Why not on her round body; green, purple and red were the colors she wanted to wear!

She would put the colorful colors of clothing on her body before going out, but at the last-minute took them all off, slipping into her dark cloths again. She put on her old ripped and torn clothing  to blend into the crowd. She was hiding her light and cravings for color.

Her friend told her once, “don’t be afraid to show yourself, and don’t care what anyone thinks…it is you that you have got to please!!”

Tonight is the night she wore her red pants, black shoes with open toes and a black shirt with a bright red logo.  She put the red lipstick on her pale lips.

Another friend told her once to wear lipstick; she said “wear lipstick no matter what. You can get away with skipping all the other makeup, but lipstick is a must. It brings color to your face, and it makes you look finished.”

The night was dark but her red pants, lips and band-logo were anything but!!

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We all have our own personal style

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Somewhere in Simi-Valley CA by Hudley

Evil and the Devil are two different things. The Devil is how humans like to imagine evil, with horns and a tail. Evil is part of our personality. I’ve never believed in occultism or the Devil, and I’m not at all religious. I’d rather read science books than something about occultism. When it comes to cinema, evil is simply a form of entertainment to me. ~ Roman Polanski

We all have our personal style that we project to the world around us, which, as in my case is often counter-productive to the general and personal world around me: Being loud when others are quiet or being quiet when other are loud. I think William Blake and Samuel Clemens write about the concept of being contradictory.

Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made up of contradiction. ~William Blake

To succeed in life, you need two things: ignorance and confidence.~ Mark Twain

I let my personal style out like colorful balloons filled with colorful paint which are projected and exploited on a four-dimensional wall. Only a few at a time: then back into my cave of safety. That is my contradictory self and my personal style.

It is  passionately manifested and a bit too fiery at times… but with age I can redirect it but will never control it.  I embrace it as my own unique personal style.

 

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The 9th holy of holies day

The dual body center correlating with the sign Capricorn is located in the knees. Pg. 17 Corinne Heline
 
A rendering of flowers, Capricorn and William Blake’s A Glad Day.

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I am still riding the wave of the flu. Today I am drinking some Burgundy wine in a small crystal glass. The warmth of the drink warms me along with the fire in the fireplace. Even though a son follows me around the house and laughs as he touches my arm with his cold “living dead hands”… we laugh and I have time to write the daily WordPress prompt.

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When I reflect and look over the vast amount of ways to learn I focus on individuals more than an educational system. The people I respect and learn from are those that learn by their own means. I often reflect on the MASTERS OF HUMAN LIFE… William Blake, Thomas Paine and Carl Jung. Though Carl Jung had a vast and strong academic education he also had a separate very independent education going on at the same time. “Reading and reflecting” is what suits me best because social stimuli and peer pressure both turn me off. I read books by many different authors on many different subjects. I like it this way best because  I can set my own inward goals. I am not studying to be a doctor, nurse or accountant or engineer. I am a philosopher. My chosen field is love,  I am a philosopher of love.

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I have been through university study and I learned a great deal. I find that politics get involved as one climbs higher in the education system. Childs play. I guess one has to really desire it. If the love of your chosen field is a love that is worth the sacrifices ; such as your identity. At times it is… but for me it is not a valid argument anymore. I say no,

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The greatest reward is to study on ones own and come to knowledge on your own terms.  A good grade, an acknowledged pat on the back from a friend is just not the same. I never feel alone while reading a book, researching a subject, listening to music or when writing… but I often feel alone and frustrated around people because they are awkward at loving what they say they love and are so darn weird.

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Day of the Dead Number One to Remember!!

William Blakes Death Mask

William Blake’s Death Mask

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

William Blake

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They help me to understand…

The mature Praying Mantis

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I have never had a real person out-there mentor. My mentors have always been from books published by people long ago demised as William Blake or Carl Jung. When I read their work, it is not in a way as if to own it or to be an expert about their works. When I read their works, and see the images they have created, it is if they are here with me, beyond space and time showing me things.

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They help me to affirm what I know and support my experiences. They are my mentors in this life. They show me the big picture and they teach me, they still do, about how to live in this world. They show me how to use my imagination and to share what I have created. They help me understand power, strength, and insight. I have learned to love contradiction, humor, and metaphor. I have found bliss in creating mandalas, water-colors and grasping the hands of nature.
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They help me to befriend the fears of my shadow, and so far, have always led me back to the light. I love them and I am not alone in this sometimes strange and dangerous world. The most important thing that they both have in common is that Blake and Jung show me that to be unique is brilliance. Also, we as humans shouldn’t strive for this without its complementary and sometimes contrary opposite, which is to learn to be alike and the same as the most common and mundane.