Surprisingly, Blake may have drawn inspiration for the imagery illuminating these early books from a source that at the time was less-than-revered: in this case the embroidered samplers that were among the only artistic expressions allowed to women: Blake's illuminations... in which the text of his poems are woven around with branches, vines, and other (often metamorphosed) flora bear more than ...
(I posted this entry upon the William Blake discussion. Parts of it are excerpted from an earlier entry. Here, however, I sought to focus upon Blake as a visual artist) William Blake (November 28, 1757 – August 12, 1827) may just be my single favorite British poet so I will need to offer fair warning as to the possibility of some bias. Blake has long been accepted as one of the “great six” of British Romanticism (Blake, Byron, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth, Coleridge) and one of the ...
"Quinze segundos, conto: Beta?!" "i h' nição au h' orizaz' sh' a sh' 'mvio!" "Afirma ignição, Beta, câmbio?" "afirma sh' ivo" Pelageu mexe no painel. "Essa coisa tem manobradores, Pelageu?", pergunta-lhe o médico. "Não sei: vamos descobrir..." "Meu deus: tenho que me guiar por estrelas...", diz o capitão. "Orion?, Orion?... Ali!" Instantes depois. "sh' 'a h' i h' ão?" "Hugo? Temos ...
This time of year, I am always treated to a free fireworks show corutesy of my nighboors. I just stand out on the deck and watch, and it usually goes on all night. Some of the closer ones I can see just by standing at the back door and looking out. It is impressive these days, the kind of "domestic" fireworks they make now, as well they look just like the professional ones, though perhpas not quite as fancy as some of the more advanced ones. Still it beats paying or going somewhere that ...
Standing by the river A strange reflection glaring back at me A furrow upon her brow Reviling her ordinary brown eyes Her contradicting pale features Reflect the fear in her heart A sad simple smile Plays across her pain stricken face insecurity shines in those eyes She is a stranger in her own skin I reach down to wipe a tear from her face My heart fills with dread as the water is disturbed I realise that the reflection ...
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