In My Blakean Year

Wishing you all a good Sunday,

Today I am listening to Patti Smith and her Blakean Year; I went through a kind of Blakean year where I stopped drawing. Instead, I read a lot and heard music. Especially, Patti Smith. I read Just Kids, Woolgathering and M Train. I consider her my guardian angel, creatively.

In my Blakean year
I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear
Advancing pole by pole 
Fortune breathed into my ear
Mouthed a simple ode
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road

In my Blakean year
Such a woeful schism
The pain of our existence
Was not as I envisioned
Boots that trudged from track to track
Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road

Boots that tread from track to track
Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold
One road is just a road

In my Blakean year 
Temptation but a hiss
Just a shallow spear
Robed in cowardice

Brace yourself for bitter flack
For a life sublime
A labyrinth of riches
Never shall unwind
The threads that bind the pilgrim's sack
Are stitched into the Blakean back
So throw off your stupid cloak
Embrace all that you fear
For joy will conquer all despair
In my Blakean year

William Blake:

I have studied anatomy and read Gottfried Bammes who is an expert on the subject. Here are some studies.