Cocteau Twin(s) Peak
There was a Cocteaufest in Toronto, whereat they played Cocteau Twins music all night, as a sort of tribute. I attended, but unfortunately it was very empty, so I left again to wander around, and found out Seekers Bookstore is opened everyday till midnight!! This bookstore is wonderful, because it has great second-hand books and an esoteric section. I bought a number of books (listed below), and then went back to the Cocteaufest, bought a beer and proceeded to read William Blake, who of course wrote 'the Sick Rose', to which I've already treated you ~ so now I shall give you 'And did those feet in Ancient Time', a cricket song these days (so I've heard, under the name 'Jerusalem'), but originally an anti-industrialism/ anti-commerce/ anti-empire/ anti-war pro-naturalize poem. I'm sure William Blake would not appreciate the way the English have raped his work, them that did not recognize his greatness when he needed it the most. Great engraver he was, as well.
And did those feet in Ancient Time
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Books I bought:
* William Blake ~ Songs of Innocence and of Experience.
* Emily Dickinson ~ collection of poems by Everyman Library.
* Thomas Hardy ~ Under the Greenwood Tree.
* Toni Morrison ~ Song of Solomon (Nobel Prize winner).
* Starhawk ~ The Spiral Dance (20th anniversary edition).
1 Comments:
At 15 septembre, 2005 14:38, Anonyme said…
William Blake :D my my I'd better borrow some of those books when you get back to this harsh and cold country.
This one is for you sis, a little fragment from his: The Little Girl Lost
Lost in desert wild
Is your little child.
How can Lyca sleep.
If her mother weep.
If her heart does ake.
Then let Lyca wake;
If my mother sleep,
Lyca shall not weep.
Frowning, frowning night,
O'er this desert bright.
Let thy moon arise.
While I close my eyes.
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