French and American Liberty, Sexual Equality, Racial Equality, Fine art, Gothic Cathederals, Illuminated engraving method, visions, politics, abolition of slavery, resisting authority, poetry, philosophy
Books
A New System, or, an Analysis of Ancient Mythology; Sepulchral Monuments in Great Britain Part I; The Antiquities of Athens; Narrative, of a Five Years’ Expedition, Against the Revolted Negroes of Surinam;A Vindication of the Rights of Woman; Political Justice
Heroes
Raphael, Michalangelo
William Blake's Details
Status:
Married
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
London, Felpham
Body type:
Some extra baggage
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Protestant
Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
Education:
Some college
Occupation:
Printmaker/ Poet
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About me: I was ( although I am not anymore of course because I am dead) a British Poet and engraver in the 1700s. I am well known for both my poetry and my artwork today, and happily, my genius in both these feilds is at last coming to light. O, what would I have given for this in life! But no matter. Here at last I am content, kept compn'y by angels.
During my life I knew what it was to struggle, to suffer misfortune. I have always been an artist, ever since childhood when my parents allowed me to attend drawing classes. I was then apprenticed to an engraver friend of mine, (a great man Bashire,) and finally attended the royal academy to complete my education in matters of engraving and art.
I will tell you without hesitation that I am no mild mannered man, no! I beleive in reform! in equality! in Justice! many of my ideas were quite unacceptable in my day, it was at times quite trying. But one does what one must, when faced with situations that his morals disagree with. I have known what is right, and I am willing to be thrown in jail for saying so.
My Wife catherine was the love of my life, and our life together was incredibly happy considering our rather unfortunate financial situation. Sadly, we were also unable to have children. Nonetheless, we were partners in all things, and I will love dear catherine forever. How good it is to have her still by my side!
I have always been something of a modern man, although myspace is a stretch even for me. I am glad to be here though, and hope that through my prescence I may continue to enlighten in this current day and age.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Dear Sir, I was thinking of you on the 12th August, the day you passed away in body, as my mother also passed away on this day years ago. I am glad she was not alone, for you embraced humanity in your time. Yours faithfully, Sonny
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem cum song 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog):
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen. "
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Underneath time itself, seas of riches dwelling within the golden suns of yesterday so far away I feel the warmth of tomorrow in dreams unfolding my soul's pages from books I read one day underneath time itself, I remember being there.
My Music ans my Art is so inspired by the Poetry & the Mysticism of the Great Bard,my Spiritual Master,that i've created a Story with him like a sort of Virgilio that guides the main character of Gabriele in the search of The Golden Gnosis & the True Love in the World of Mysticka.
Happy Birthday for Tomorrow!! I hope you get something great like Batman's Gadget Belt. If you're local, join our mailing list: mothereel@hotmail(dot)com, just email anything to us, or send your email and I'll add you. Spread the word, invite your friends!! (Get them to add us, bulletin or something, THINK!!) Last show of 2008!! Playing alonside: Upside Down Miss Jane, No Commercial Potential, Penny Coco and The Milfs. Leave a comment if ya feeling it. Nathan, Mother Eel
