Songs of Experience (1826)

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CANTOS DE LA EXPERIENCIA

"Imaginamos el horror y la indignación
que debió producir, en su época, este libro
De allí su reducido tiraje, la indiferencia con
que se lo castigó. Pero, aun hoy, "Cantos de
la experiencia" es, en su idioma, tal vez lo
más desnudado de una raza no muy afectaa
este tipo de sinceridad verbal. Y lo
sorprendente es que su lenguaje
imprecatorio no pierde majestad ni belleza
por lo contrario, si hay algo plausible en
Blake es su romanticismo, esas ondas
musicales con las que nutría sus estrofas y
sintetizaba su profunda exaltación."

Okay, Blake, you Blake my world. Blake lively. Blakeguard! Blake-eyed ravens spiral down. Finnegan's Blake (is liking this book more than Songs of Innocence like liking Ulysses more than Portrait of the Artist, i.e., utterly fucking safe and obvious and predictable? Blake, Blake, Blake, on thy cold grey stones, o sea. And what rough Blake, its Blake blake at Blake, Blaeckckclrkclrkclrklbbbbbkkkkhhhhh?

This is some art brut shit. Next stop, Orcus and Urizen. ( )

I liked the pictures in Songs of Experience better than those in Songs of Innocence-- at least in the originals used for my Dover facsimile edition, the colors are much richer and darker.

The first poetry book I bought of my own free will. I bought it since it had "The Tyger" included in it, as well as the illustrations. The text on the plates of the illustrations are hard to read, but the pictures bring the poetry to life. Blake's poetry didn't leap out at me at first, as I first encountered it in a forced Poetry school assignment unit, however reading Blake with no obligations to do so brings the most enjoyment, you should be able to study it as much or as little as you like. Reading this makes you realise how much Alan Moore bases his classic 1980s comics on Blake's wordsmithing. An enjoyable read. ( )