May 2017
'BESPANGLING EVERY BOUGH WITH STARS."
Was as if
time had become
visible.
He could see seconds
hanging in the air there
the architecture of a moment
the shape of an hour
laid bare.
Was as if
he could see atoms dancing
into being
becoming one thing
or an other.
Guess he would have been
three or a little more
and the mystery of the world
stood naked before him.
A sort of angels over
Peckham Rye moment
the world lived
in slow motion.
Was as if
he could see
the whole process
an intense focus
one moment the red ball
hurtling towards the sun
and then and then
as if years years later
dropping into his hand again
not the red plastic ball
but the sun.
That is how memory
remembers it.
But at the time
it seemed the universe
had come apart
at the seams
and he could be
part of the great wonder.
Here was Mr. Blake's tree
moving me "...to tears of joy
...rather than only a green thing
that stands in the way."
A universe within me
expanding continuously
the big bang
of being
3.
Was as if
time had become
visible.
He could see seconds
hanging in the air there
the architecture of a moment
the shape of an hour
laid bare.
Was as if
he could see atoms dancing
into being
becoming one thing
or an other.
Guess he would have been
three or a little more
and the mystery of the world
stood naked before him.
A sort of angels over
Peckham Rye moment
the world lived
in slow motion.
Was as if
he could see
the whole process
an intense focus
one moment the red ball
hurtling towards the sun
and then and then
as if years years later
dropping into his hand again
not the red plastic ball
but the sun.
That is how memory
remembers it.
But at the time
it seemed the universe
had come apart
at the seams
and he could be
part of the great wonder.
Here was Mr. Blake's tree
moving me "...to tears of joy
...rather than only a green thing
that stands in the way."
A universe within me
expanding continuously
the big bang
of being
3.
In 1765 at the age of 8, William Blake saw his first vision while walking on Peckham Rye. 'A tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough like stars.'
"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."
"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."
