William Blake: Poet, Artist & Visionary – a genius of early Romanticism in England

I suppose William Blake was probably the most original genius of early romanticism in England both as a poet and as an artist and from the relatively conventional
beginnings he developed a kind of imagery in words
and pictures that has really never been surpassed in imagination, in extravagance, in the vividness of this imagery and from these early beginnings he
became a towering figure almost unknown during
his lifetime and some of his early work was, for conventional
publishers and so forth, but in the 1790s when he really was
making his most extraordinary poems and his most
extraordinary prints these had a very small circulation, and
it wasn’t really until the 20th-century that he was discovered. The amazing thing about Blake is that he really created his own religious doctrine, and he flirted with a number of sects in the 1780s, but he quickly abandoned them and so his entire work depends on his own construction of the universe
with God at its center and with a number of other recognizable
figures. But it is one of the complexities, indeed one of
the perplexing aspects, of Blake that he did seem to see himself in a kind of parallel universe. He was a complete individual and there was there’s nobody like him in history. It’s always said you have to
know the rules before you can break them and this is certainly the case with William

3 Replies to “William Blake: Poet, Artist & Visionary – a genius of early Romanticism in England

  1. William Blake was a genius who was a head of his time and he knew it and that depressed him, he felt he had to convey a lot of his art through Christianity so his work wouldn't be seen as demonic but no one was paying attention anyway

  2. I'd claim that Blake's construction of the universe was centered on man not god.
    From the Everlasting Gospel:
    "Thou art a Man: God is no more:
    Thy own Humanity learn to adore,"

  3. Poetry is much more than words, it's the silent voice that speaks to our soul, and the muted song that sings to our heart.

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