William Blake - Crystal Ship

Fantastic, edgar. Is this the same William Blake that wrote this poem?

The Tiger
By William Blake
1757-1827

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Blake's art has always fascinated me. I can see where guys like Odelon Redon got their inspiration. and how the pre-Rphealites saw the world.

Borrowing from Gary Cooper: "Yup."

I believe it missed one of my favorites:

Hey Bill, where ya been?
Im not sure I can see the Red Dragon without thinking about HAnnibal Lecter

Will you guys just stop!


Morrison is dead!

Deal with it!!

What have they done to the earth?

What have they done to my fair sister?

Heres your blankie.

Ravaged and plundered and bit her and raped her, farmerman!

Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn!



And you just stand there.


Shame on you, my friend....... shame on you.

now your scaring me and my dog.

was it documented, didn't Blake come from gus's side of the world?

Nope, Blake is a Londoner .....