Songs Of Innocence William Blake
William Blake – Songs Of Innocence
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I will never read all the texts of the world...
Wandering through the streets late into the night –
Chattering with someone dear until dawn.
Im always drawn to walks.
This is a square, and in essence, a book.
The trees are like huge cuneiform, I think.
And they are beautiful – to rapture, to shriek
With corresponding joy, I love them.
And for the day
Our own book has been given – something to read.
How much can you find while waiting for Godot?
I will not wait; my respect goes to those who do.
Opposite my window is a nest.
How intricately woven! Virtuosely!
Its like twisting a poem.
Because you write so nervously.
And if you get tired, you go to the shooting range.
(I remember there was a shooting range in Kaluga, in the crypt of the temple,
And this sacrilege was beyond comprehension.)
The absence of thoughts is essentially a pit.
Thoughts grow in silence, while noise surrounds.
Even at the shooting range, the shooter risks,
Because aggression enters him,
It settles in his soul, existing meaningfully.
But goodness must triumph.
Goodness must triumph! The phrase is unpleasant –
Like a triumphant religion, and so on.
The day very slowly, carefully
Slides into night.
An attempt to digitize the world will fail.
Technology cannot be spiritual.
Only one thing will not be harmed by anything -
Spiritual wealth.
It is what should be accumulated.
I will never read all the texts of the world,
Wandering until late at night, falling asleep.
Listening – as if leaving the bud,
A powerful flower of rain unfolds.
The theme of life is salt: the salt of spiritual growth.
Let a saint sprout from a chimera.
Thats what Gothic cathedrals say. Its not easy
To accomplish this with your own destiny.
Feeling like a chimera,
You take the first step – you declare a desire to grow,
Disrupting rhythms, suppressing
The banality, clenching in your fist
Greed, malice, envy, their mother – pride.
But they unclench their palm again.
But I will not reject the effort to grow,
Since heavenly fire burns in my consciousness.
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The foliage of the tree is not depicted realistically; instead, it appears stylized and somewhat skeletal, suggesting a symbolic rather than literal representation of nature. The color palette is restrained, dominated by muted blues, greens, and browns, punctuated by touches of warmer tones in the figures’ clothing. This limited range contributes to an overall sense of quietude and introspection.
Above the tree, the title SONGS OF Innocence is presented in elaborate calligraphy, its swirling forms echoing the organic shapes of the branches. The lettering itself seems to grow from the tree, further blurring the boundaries between text and image. A date, “1789,” appears at the lower right corner, anchoring the work within a specific historical context.
The subtexts embedded in this visual narrative are complex. The pairing of an older man with a young girl suggests themes of mentorship, guidance, or perhaps even the transmission of knowledge and values across generations. The tree, a recurring motif in symbolic art, likely represents life, growth, and interconnectedness. However, its somewhat barren appearance might also allude to vulnerability or the potential for loss.
The inscription The Author & Printer W Blake at the bottom reinforces the artist’s role as both creator and disseminator of this work, highlighting his commitment to a holistic artistic practice. The overall effect is one of gentle melancholy, inviting contemplation on themes of childhood, experience, and the enduring power of art to capture moments of quiet beauty and profound meaning.