A vision of fancy or imagination

Blake defends his vision before an offended Reverend John Trusler, in 1877, who’d defined the art of the young man as too imaginative. Blake’s reply was full of wisdom and firmness:

I really am sorry that you are fallen out with the spiritual world, especially if I should have to answer for it… If I am wrong, I am wrong in good company… What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
Michael Parks
I feel that a man may be happy in this world. And I know that this world is a world of imagination and vision. I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. To the eyes of a miser, a guinea is far more beautiful than the Sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these, I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees. […] You certainly mistake, when you say that the visions of fancy are not to be found in this world. To me, this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination… William Blake

The Open ..

Animals see the unobstructed
world with their whole eyes.
But our eyes, turned back upon
themselves, encircle and
seek to snare the world,
setting traps for freedom.
The faces of the beasts
show what truly IS to us:
we who up-end the infant and
force its sight to fix upon
things and shapes, not the
freedom that they occupy,
that OPENESS which lies so deep
within the faces of the animals,
free from death!
Could that surefooted beast,
approaching from a direction
different than our own, aquire
the mental knack to think as do we,
he would spin us round
and drag us with him.
But he is without end unto himself:
devoid of comprehension,
unselfscrutinized, pure
as his outgoing glance.
We see future; he sees
eternal completion.
Himself in all.
From Rilke's 8th Duino Elegy
Another tr.
Earth's creatures look wide-eyed
into the Open. Our eyes, alone, as though reversed,
are ringed like snares around free exit.
What lies outside, is clearly shown us
in the animal's face. 

The creature gazes into openness with all
its eyes. But our eyes are
as if they were reversed, and surround it,
everywhere, like barriers against its free passage.

Another world …

New Heaven and Earth (DHL)
 And so I cross into another world
 shyly and in homage linger for an invitation
 from this unknown that I would trespass on.

 I am very glad, and all alone in the world,
 all alone, and very glad, in a new world
 where I am disembarked at last.

 I could cry with joy, 
because I am in the new world, just ventured in.
 I could cry with joy, 
and quite freely, there is nobody to know.

 And whosoever the unknown people
 of this un- known world may be
 they will never understand my weeping for joy
 to be adventuring among them
 because it will still be a gesture of the old world I am making
 which they will not understand, 
because it is quite, quite foreign to them. 
Carlos Schwabe

A Carol for Lockdown Christmas 2020

 Christmas: Lost or Found? 
 Robins tapping on the window,
 Snowflakes falling on the ground,
 All the things we take for granted –
 Christmas lost? Or Christmas found?
 All that sentimental magic,
 Angels and their heavenly sound,
 No more carols, oh, how tragic,
 Memories with tears drowned.
 ‘Deck the halls’ with wreaths of holy,
 Mantlepiece with glitter crowned.
 Baby Jesus, Santas jolly,
 Families all homeward bound.
 Come you faithful, sing your hearts out
 Place your feet on hallowed ground.
 Seeds of hope are firmly planted, 
 May the Season’s Joy abound.



 Come, let us build a temple in oblivion
 with seven veils, and an innermost
 Holy of Holies of sheer oblivion.
 And there oblivion dwells, and the silent soul
 may sink into god at last, having passed the veils.
 But anyone who shall ascribe attributes to God or
 let him be cast out, for blasphemy.
 For God is a deeper for getting far than sleep
 and all descriptions is a blasphemy. 

D H Lawrence