Stress, the state and verb - we all have felt it and rode it yet do we know what we're talking about? Indeed, can we - past Freud/Jung (psyche), load, and our sensual experience abiding its edge - locate it quite (or is it quite there at all)? Whatever it is, we find here an eddy of it among us in words - with a nod to Yoko Ono and David Peel's AMERIKA, their 1972 anthem (with John Lennon abroad), an excerpt of which closes this session.
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Stress, the state and verb - we all have felt it and rode it yet do we know what we're talking about? Indeed, can we - past Freud/Jung (psyche), load, and our sensual experience abiding its edge - locate it quite (or is it quite there at all)? Whatever it is, we find here an eddy of it among us in words - with a nod to Yoko Ono and David Peel's AMERIKA, their 1972 anthem (with John Lennon abroad), an excerpt of which closes this session.
Here is another installment (no. 11) in our on-going examination of the poet, printer and radical William Blake's "Proverbs of Hell," a prose poem first published in THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL, written between the years 1798 and 1803. We look at the proverbs: "The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. One thought fills immensity." This session also includes a look at "Fowles in the Frith," an anonymous, short, lyric poem song of the Middle Ages. To note, in these sessions, we do a granular - and maybe even (in keeping with Blake) infinitely so - reading of this perfect articulation of things we're still working out. To note, this session ends with the definitive proof of the statement, "A thought is a void."
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Stress, the state and verb - we all have felt it and rode it yet do we know what we're talking about? Indeed, can we - past Freud/Jung (psyche), load, and our sensual experience abiding its edge - locate it quite (or is it quite there at all)? Whatever it is, we find here an eddy of it among us in words - with a nod to Yoko Ono and David Peel's AMERIKA, their 1972 anthem (with John Lennon abroad), an excerpt of which closes this session.
