Sunday, 25 November 2018

Sade



            On Friday morning my back was a bit sore during yoga. I think it was mostly indirectly related to my getting doored on Wednesday night, since that caused me to have to spend seven hours working on my velo at Bike Pirates the next day, missing lunch and not having an early afternoon siesta. Standing up all day Thursday didn't help my back either.
            I’ve been watching a couple of Sade concert films. I prefer the one from ten years into her career when the performances are more natural and less slick. In the one from 1994 she is in her bare feet and half the musicians have dreadlocks.




            In the 2011 concert her moves are very stylized and choreographed.




            I spent most of the day trying to update my journal but ended up only getting Thursday’s entry done.
            That night I watched an episode of Peter Gunn.
            This story begins with a well-dressed middle-aged woman pulling up in front of Mother’s in a convertible. She staggers to the door and knocks. The band is playing inside but they are closed. She keeps knocking and Mother opens the door. She staggers in and asks for Peter Gunn, then she clutches her stomach, collapses and dies. Gunn finds out from her purse that her name is Mrs. Lederer. In her car is a hat from the North River Yacht Club. He goes there and finds out that Mrs. Lederer lived there on her yacht, The Destiny, with her captain, a butler and a maid. Her husband went overboard and drowned a while before and it was ruled an accident. He goes to the boat and while snooping, Captain Hugo confronts him with a gun. A couple of toughs named Dutch and Blackie that seem to work for the captain try block Gunn's way back to the dock and punish him for snooping. Gunn makes short work of them and they both end up in the water. Gunn hears that the coroner says that Mrs. Lederer was killed with a rat poison called Rat Ruff. Gunn goes back to the boat and sneaks past Blackie and Dutch. Gunn sneaks down into the galley and eavesdrops on a conversation between Hugo, the maid, Rose and the butler, Max. It turns out that they are Hugo’s children, even though Rose at one point kisses Max affectionately but not passionately on the mouth. Maybe it’s a European type of affection between siblings. They had been holding Mrs. Lederer on the boat and they do not know that she’s dead. In the galley Gunn finds a container of Rat Ruff. Gunn calls Jacobi from the boat and tells him that he thinks Hugo and his kids were blackmailing Mrs. Lederer because she killed her husband. Gunn goes back below and holds Max and Rose at gunpoint but Hugo comes up behind and takes his gun. He leads him upstairs where he tells Dutch and Blackie to get rid of him. Gunn starts fighting with them and Jacoby arrives to shoot Hugo’s hand just as he’s about to fire at Gunn.
            Rose was played by Roxane Brooks, who replaced Mary Tyler Moore on Richard Diamond, Private Detective.
            Mrs. Lederer was played by Margaret Muse

Saturday, 24 November 2018

Corinne Cole



            The injury to my shin from Wednesday night’s accident was still bothering me on Wednesday. My leg was swollen and there was a not-inflamed indentation about halfway between my knee and my ankle, under which most of the pain was living. It did not impede any poses from my yoga routine though.
            At 11:30 I took my wrecked bike up the street to wait for Bike Pirates to open. For the first time ever I was the only one there at noon when Dawn unlocked the gate. Her husband Den was inside and once I’d told them the story of how my wheel got twisted, Den repeated the story to several people throughout the day.
            The first order of business was to remove my wheel and then Den and I looked at seeing if my forks could be bent back into shape. Den wasn’t sure at first but we managed to save them. They are part of the vintage frame with the same unique lugwork so it would be a shame if I’d had to replace it with something that didn’t match.
            I replaced and re-greased all of the ball bearings in my headset.
            I had a hard time getting my tire off the twisted rim. Den found a second hand rim for me that would have cost me $10 but all the spoke screws were rusted. Den said that’s pretty normal and so I set about to try to scrape the rust off the screws. After I’d done so I decided that I might as well splurge and buy a brand new rim for $45. It still needed truing and I had to put rim tape on it but it turned out that the rim tape that Den had given me was too small. He gave me another that fit.
            Den was playing a CD that he’d brought of an all-accordion group. It sounded like a cross between tango and Cajun music. Den told me that he’s taken up playing the accordion. He builds harpsichords but they are never around long enough so he can play them. I told him that I have a song that I do about the accordion and I quoted some of the lyrics: “God knows life is vicious / for any street musician / whose wife and companion / is an accordion // Who helps him to get by? / Sits with him when he’s high? / Not you, me, or anyone / but his accordion … When her support is in danger / he’ll lend his suspenders / so what hold his pants on / is an accordion …”
            Dawn gave me a coffee. She also made vegan grilled cheese sandwiches, but I passed. Veggie cheese tastes like horse sweat.
            After about three hours I’d pretty much taken care of the damage from the accident. The thing is though that I had planned on coming to Bike Pirates that day even before my velo had gotten doored. My back axel needed adjusting and my chain was skipping. I removed my back wheel and put it aside. Den figured my chain was skipping because the spring on my derailleur had stopped being springy. He found an identical one to my Shimano derailleur but I had a hard time finding the right screw and nut to attach it to my frame. It took me about fifteen minutes. Den also said that my chain was too stretched, so I got a new one.
            Den played Pink Floyd CD that he’d brought from home. I hadn’t realized that he liked anything besides Classical music.
            Den said he needs a new furnace in its house and it will cost them $10,000
            Den and Dawn left at around 17:00 but Tom helped me after that. He adjusted my rear wheel axel and corrected the wobble.
            I took my bike for a test drive and found that the chain was still skipping. Tom said I needed a new freewheel because the new chain didn't fit the old one. Tom talked me into putting a six-speed freewheel on rather than five. It was easy enough to put on but since the freewheel came out from the frame a little more, a lot of adjustments had to be made. My chainring was rubbing against the chain, so perhaps the accident had bent it. Tom spent quite a bit of time bending it back out.
            Another bit of damage was that my right brake lever had been knocked too far forward. Tom told me there was a screw inside the lever that I could loosen, but I couldn’t find it. After about fifteen minutes of trying to use a flashlight to peer inside and even turning my bike upside down on the stand so that the overhead light would shine in, I still couldn’t find any screw. Finally I just forced the brake lever back into the right position.
            I took another test drive, this time up the back alley, and everything seemed to be working. I had been at Bike Pirates for almost seven hours when I finally packed up. I paid $80 for all the parts, plus I donated $20 for an even $100. I’ve never paid that much at Bike Pirates before.
Tom advised me to go to the police station to report my accident, and so I made a list of everything I’d paid for on a receipt and they signed it.
I grilled a chicken that hadn’t thawed out yet and so it wasn’t done after two hours in the oven. Instead I had my last slice of roast beef for dinner and watched an episode of Peter Gunn.
This story begins with a young man going into a deli when it’s about to close and asking for a burger and coffee. The man puts a silencer on his gun and shoots the deli owner, Eli. He takes the $14 that is in the till and leaves. At Eli's burial, Gunn talks with Lieutenant Jacoby, who says that Eli was conscious long enough before he died to give a description of the killer that matches that of a kid named Jimmy Blane. They are looking for Jimmy.
At Mother’s, Edie is singing “Oh! Look At Me Now” by Joe Bushkin and John DeVries. 

            A gangster named Quoit and his entourage of blondes are hanging around Mother’s. Lieutenant Jacoby comes in and threatens to arrest him if he doesn’t go back to his side of the river. Quoit leaves.
“The River” is mentioned a lot in Peter Gunn as well as the criminals that should stay on their side of it. Wikipedia says Peter Gunn takes place in LA but apparently the name of the city is never mentioned. The Los Angeles River is pretty narrow and shallow and I don’t think there are docks or yachts along it such as often appear in the stories and so the show must be in a fictional town with a made-up river.
Gunn goes to talk with Babby the pool shark to get a lead on Jimmy he says he’ll make a call. One of Quoit’s men has been following Gunn. He calls Quoit and is told to let it slip that Jimmy is hiding at the Morris Hotel. When Gunn gets the info he tells Jacoby, who goes there to find Jimmy beaten to death. The hotel clerk claims that Jacoby killed him and so the lieutenant is suspended. Babby feels bad about feeding Gunn wrong info and so he tries to make up for it. He leads Gunn to the apartment of Mooney, the guy that followed him. Gunn forces him to admit he was working for Quoit. Babby calls Quoit and tells him Mooney is going to spill his guts to Gunn by the pier. Quoit sends one of his henchmen to get rid of Mooney but Gunn stops him. A fistfight ensues, which Gunn wins with a slight assist from Babby. Gunn obviously gets incriminating info from him because next we see Jacoby reinstated and arresting Quoit for murder. Quoit is led away without paying the bill and his two blondes have to wash dishes.
The only blonde with a line was played by Corinne Cole, also known as Lari Laine, who had a few parts in movies and television and was a Playboy Playmate of the Month in May 1958.

Friday, 23 November 2018

Linda Watkins



After getting home from my accident on Wednesday night I went out and bought a can of Creemore. I guess they’d recently stocked the shelf at the liquor store because the beer was warm, so when I got home I put it in my freezer. It was cold by the time I had it with an egg and toast while watching Peter Gunn.
This story begins at a swanky party at a mansion. A private detective named Sam is in the garden arguing with Arthur, the host, about something that he’s involved him with that could cause him to lose his investigator’s license. Arthur tells Sam that if he just does everything that he tells him he won’t have any problem and then tells him to go back inside and enjoy the party. Sam is walking away from Arthur when a hand with a gun comes out of the bushes and kills Arthur. Sam stupidly picks up the gun and is holding it when all the guests run to see their host dead and the detective standing over him with a gun. He is charged with murder and for his one phone call he contacts Peter Gunn instead of a lawyer. Gunn explains that Sam is a sleazy detective but that he owes him a favour. Gunn goes to the scene of the murder and it looks like there is another party going on. The guy that answers the door is named Waldo and he immediately calls Gunn “Leo!” and starts babbling about astrology. The dead man’s lawyer, Paul directs Gunn to Arthur’s widow Louise, who is a faded alcoholic southern belle. Later, while Sam is in custody he grabs a cop’s gun and locks himself in the interrogation room. He is trying to escape through the window when Lieutenant Jacoby shoots off the lock. Sam fires but falls backwards through the window and to his death. Gunn goes to Sam’s office and is slugged over the head, but while getting up he finds an envelope taped under Sam’s desk. The envelope contains the information that Waldo is really Bernie Lutz the con man and swindler. It was Bernie that had slugged Gunn in the dark. Gunn goes to Waldo's apartment and forces him to tell him everything. Gunn goes back to Arthur’s house and finds Louise about to leave on a trip. It turns out that Arthur had been secretly the publisher of the dirtiest scandal magazine ever published. Paul comes out from behind a curtain with a gun. He confesses to having killed Arthur because there had been an investigation coming up and to protect himself Arthur was going to put the magazine in Louise’s name. Paul is in love with Louise and so to protect her he killed Arthur. Paul wants Louise to run away with him but she had not known that he had murdered the man she loved. She slaps Paul several times and then breaks down sobbing. Realizing he can’t have Louise, Paul gives himself up to Gunn.
            Louise was played by critically acclaimed stage actor, Linda Watkins.




            

Doored by a Blue Subaru



            After class on Wednesday I went home and went immediately to bed because I had to work later and didn’t want to fall asleep while posing. I didn’t sleep, but I rested for an hour and when I got up I had a quick lunch of a bowl of chipotle crisp thins and some yogourt.
            I worked for Diane Pugen at OCADU. This was my last booking of the year. Diane didn’t arrive for the first ten minutes but I started posing anyway because I know that she likes it when I do that. I did mostly short poses.
            Two of her students gave slide presentations and so I had some time to work on my journal with my laptop. My laptop seemed to crash though and it wouldn't restart until I realized that I was trying to restart it with the usb memory stick plugged in. Once I pulled the flashdrive out my laptop started and I discovered that what had happened was that the wall outlet that I had been using was dead and my battery had run out of juice. I used another plug and got it working again.
            The students that gave their presentations looked about 19. Each of them gave a talk on a particular artist of their choice. One of them featured an Asian artist who does paintings inspired by anime horror and one of the paintings he showed depicted a bloodied young female in a school uniform as a monster is menacing her. Some of his young female classmates questioned his choice of artwork.
            The second presenter was a young woman who showed the work of a painter that shows people in the process of dissolving. As part of her explanation of the meaning of his work she talked about the fact that she is bisexual and she has been able to come out to her mother but would be afraid to do the same to her father because of the opinions she has heard him express about homosexuality being a mental illness.
            It was dark as I rode home but I had my flashers on. I almost got doored at Spadina by a hulking chunky brute in a TTC uniform who was getting out of the passenger side of a car. On top of that he just walked slowly in front of me for a few meters instead of stepping directly to the sidewalk. I called out to him, “You almost doored me!” but he either ignored me or didn’t hear or didn't know I was talking to him.
            On Queen Street at rush hour there is a narrow space to ride a bike between the driving cars and the parked cars. I was considering stopping at the supermarket on the way home but it was very cold and I couldn’t think of anything I needed more than to step into my too warm apartment.
Just past Ossington, suddenly a guy in a blue Subaru WRX with a spoiler opened his door and I slammed hard into it. My flasher went flying and the casing broke so it wouldn’t reattach to my bike. I don't think that I fell but my front wheel was extremely twisted and bent out of whack with my headset. The wheel would not turn. The guy got out of his car and said, “This wouldn’t have happened in Niagara!” I assumed he was from out of town. I told him, “You wrecked my bike!” He was more concerned about the fact that the impact had damaged his door and now he couldn’t close it. Then he started blaming me and saying that I wasn’t supposed to be going so fast. I told him there were cyclists passing me and besides there is no “going too fast" for a bicycle. The point was, I told him was that, “You are supposed to look back before you open your door!” He claimed that he’d looked in his mirror but hadn’t seen me because I was going too fast. I moved my broken bike in front of his car as he fiddled futilely with his door but he couldn’t close it. I told him he was going t have to pay for my bike repairs and give me $50. He kept on saying that I hadn’t been careful. Finally he told me to call whom I had to call. I figured 911 would not be appropriate and so I called 311. The Toronto city services desk transferred me to police communications. I told the person about getting doored and gave him the license plate number, which was “CHFB 635”. He asked if I was injured and I said that I wasn’t, though I found out later that I actually was. He said that they wouldn’t sent a car unless I was injured and so he took my phone number and told me to exchange information with the driver.



When I asked the driver for his name he refused to give it and just said that he would give me the $50.
It seems he was meeting with his girlfriend at Starbucks. She asked me if I was okay. He fiddled with his door for another ten minutes or so and then backed his car a few doors east so it was in front of Starbucks. While he was moving his car I heard a crunch and saw that the yellow reflector from my front wheel had come off and he’d just crushed it. He said he would get me my money but I stood outside in the cold for another ten minutes before he came out and handed me ten $5s. He said, “Sorry for the inconvenience!”



I had to walk my bike home vertically while balancing it on its back wheel from Ossington and Queen. A few guys commented sympathetically on my twisted wheel as I walked. I stopped and told one guy that I’d made the driver give me $50. He said, “Next time, a buck fifty!”
It took me about half an hour to get home and so the accident had knocked an hour off my evening. I realized once I was settled in that I’d actually been slightly injured after all. I guess the impact with his door had bruised my shinbone. 

The Book of Thel


            On Wednesday morning after yoga I skipped song practice and made use of the final four hours before my essay was due. I spent the first half of that time editing the paper and putting on the finishing touches and the rest on adding the citations.
            In previous courses I’ve often been late for class to finish my essays but I seem to be managing my time better this year. I had to print my essay twice because I flubbed the title the first time. Despite that hassle I left on time for class.
            We continued with our study of the poetry of William Blake but moved on to his Book of Thel. Professor Weisman said that The Book of Thel has continuity with Songs of Innocence and of Experience.
            The professor reminded us that the point of view of the speaker is always crucial in Blake but she added that it is really the case with all literature.
            The Book of Thel was probably published in 1789, the same year as Songs of Innocence and so before Songs of Experience. The Book of Thel is an intermediary between Songs of Innocence and Blake’s prophetic works.
            Innocence is challenged by experience.
            The title “The Book of Thel” sounds Biblical.
            Prophetic texts are not supposed to just convey information but revelations of divine truths.
            The book begins with “Thel’s motto:
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?"
            A motto is supposed to convey a maxim or rule of conduct but this is not really a motto.
            A rod is phallic and a bowl is yonic but a golden bowl is also a chalice, like that used in the eucharist. A chalice isn't really a bowl though, but rather more like a goblet.
            “Does the eagle know what is in the pit?” Andala said that only the mold would know. I said that if the eagle wants to eat it has to know that there are moles in the pit.
            The Book of Thel is confusing and we are thwarted when we look in this poem for wisdom.
            Some see the opening questions of the motto as leading to the idea that we have inherited notions of the proper places of things. There is a sense of the potential exploitation of the sexes and subjugation to ideals about the separation of identities.
            There is obfuscation in the meaning of Mne here but in Greek it relates to memory as in “mnemonic" of “amnesia”. I just noticed that if one lifts "mne" out of "amnesia" one gets "Asia". Mnemosyne was the Greek goddess of memory. She was the daughter of Heaven and Earth and the mother of the nine Muses.
            The setting for this poem is pastoral, which is about unity, ease and idyllic. Mne is a shepherdess. Remember how the pastoral for Wordsworth was a place of retreat and refuge. The period before the exile of the Jews in the Bible was a pastoral time. 
            Innocence is associated with naivety and escapism.
            The lines are long. The poem is not in ballad form, not straightforward, not simplistic, but it still represents Thel’s innocence. She is a virgin.
            This is Blake’s first prophetic book.
            “Thelema” is a rare Greek word meaning “human will or desire” that appears often in the first translations of the Hebrew Bible, the Septuagint. In that book it signifies the will of god or of the god fearing. Thel has a desire to find the answer.
            Thel compares herself first to water and other transient entities and wants to know the significance of an insubstantial life. She complains of impermanence. What if there is no immortal soul and it all means nothing?
            Even the Lilly is visited by Heaven and flourishes. .
            The lily of the valley, representing the female beloved, blooms in The Song of Solomon.
            Thel decides that she is not like the lily and so talks to a cloud. The cloud is also subject to transience. The cloud mates with the dew and they bear food for flowers. Even the cloud has an afterlife. Clouds are water ships. The cloud is male and the cloud descends upon the feminine lily. Water is equated with semen but also with baptism.
            Thel is not like the cloud and worries about being food for worms. But it is not a complaint to be useful.
            Cyclical decay throws into relief that we are all part of a great and meaningful cycle of continuity.
            Thel is looking for meaning. Critics say this is an allegory of innocence.
            The worm in this poem is an infant and the clod of clay speaks for it as if it were its mother. “He that loves the lowly pours his oil upon my head …” Adam was made from clay. In the non-Biblical book “The Gospel of Thomas”, Jesus is said to have, as a child, made clay sparrows and brought them to life.
            Thel visits the land of the dead and comes to her own grave and hears a voice there asking why we equate sex and the senses with death.
            Thel flees, maybe from death or maybe back to innocence. Thel is self-obsessed.
            This is a hypothetical and fantastical dream world.
            I said that it seems to me the ending when Thel runs away is meant to be funny. Sort of like, "Lose my virginity? Exit stage left!”
            We handed in our essays. I commented that there might be an MLA for citing everything but I find the MLA guide very difficult to maneuver in order to find out specific things. I had to guess a lot, as in; if it applies to this then maybe it applies to that. She reassured me that as long as I’ve made my citations clear I shouldn’t worry about it.

Thursday, 22 November 2018

The Meaning of Night and Day in William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience


            Late Tuesday morning I went dark on social media in order to spend the rest of the day and the next morning on my essay, since it would be due in 24 hours. I started out by typing my lecture notes from Monday though since it was on Blake and so was my essay and there might be something I could use. As I expected, I got sleepy around noon and so I slept till 13:30, had lunch and then tackled my paper with a fresh brain. I worked for a steady four hours until my prune got weary again. I lay down for half an hour to recharge and then kept going till bedtime, with a quick dinner break in between. It was mostly done by the time I went to bed but there were a few things I had to resolve.
< align="left" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;">             Since it was mostly done on Tuesday night and since so much other than writing my essay happened on Wednesday I’ll post my completed essay here:

                                             Daylight come and me wanna go home


                                                  The Meaning of Night and Day
                              in William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience

William Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience represents human consciousness as being divided into day and night. Within each of these he creates a pantheon of tropes with characteristics that he associates with one or the other half. His symbolism of the daytime uses sunlight and images such as bright clouds, white sheep, flowers and birds that are typical of daytime pastoral settings to represent the natural state of human existence, or the good part of man. On a tour of the dusk side of Blake’s twilight we will find some of his richest and creative imagery. He uses winter as a metaphor for poverty, and shows its coldest conditions by depicting its effect on the orphan children that work as slaves to clean the chimneys of the rich. Also infesting Blake’s nighttime of the human psyche we will find the worm that represents the negative aspects of lust that reach across the terminator into Blake's day to infect female sexuality as symbolized by the rose. Finally we will discover that Blake’s night nourishes a twisted urban jungle in which the king of beasts is the tyger of industry. The question that arises from the division between these two contrary states of what Blake calls “the human soul” is, are these two sides reconcilable? The answer will be yes and no. We are bound to darkness but we can draw nourishment from light.
The sun represents the inner warmth and light to which all good people aspire and so the mother in Blake's poem “The Little Black Boy” says that god lives in the sun. Its rays are like gracious tendrils of soothing, luminous love that make the skies happy and bring comfort and joy to all living things.  The merry activity of the children on the ecchoing green of the Earth begins with sunrise and then the sun presides over, nourishes and encourages their play. Even indirect and fading sunlight blesses their frolic, as they are allowed by the solar nurse to continue their sport between the golden and the blue hours of twilight till the light is gone. In “The Ecchoing Green” Blake is describing the history and future of humanity, which begins at the dawn of man because of the grace of the sun. Mankind persists and thrives without poverty and hunger only where there is sun in harmony with rain. When its light no longer touches us there will be no more happy activity on our darkening green planet and man’s poem will end.
The sun in Blake’s Songs of Innocence persists beyond the physical world and still shines upon the spirits of those liberated from their bodies, at least in the dream of a young chimneysweeper whose body is denied its light. The speakers in his poems “The Little Black Boy” and “Ah! Sunflower" believe that humanity should be consciously drawn to the solar rays. As the sun's light and warmth is mankind’s source it must also be its place of return. The absence of the sun induces sleep, but spiritually it is unconsciousness that brings about the paucity of sunlight. To not pursue the light of the sun is equated with death and to illustrate this two figures are shown. One is a youth in a grave of inactive sexual yearning and the other is a snow-shrouded virgin that is frigidly holding passion at bay. This young man and woman are shown rising from their respective places of burial to a natural life of seeking the warmth and light of the sun in each other.
The light of nature is essential to the growth and well being of humanity and Blake draws attention to this by showing what life is like for those that are denied the touch of those nurturing rays. He exposes the plight of impoverished children that are forced to bear the brunt of winter cold. Starved of sunlight by an uncaring populace and held back from nature in a parentless prison of urban circumstance, these waifs are denied the joys of singing and dancing on the echoing green. Instead they sleep on beds of soot, wear clothing of death and the black stains on their heads and faces depict the darkness of the night in which they live in the day while ironically cleaning chimneys that heat the homes of the rich. These innocents are the most extreme example of the vulnerable poor that crouch shivering at the cold and dark bottom of a heartless class system that feeds on night and generates winter as waste.
Winter and night go hand in hand in Blake’s Songs of Experience poems to represent the unhealthy environment created by negative aspects of human nature. The poem from this section called "Holy Thursday" declares that any place where children are poor has “fields ... bleak and bare, and … ways … filled with thorns”. Although these poems are set in the city, Blake is describing here a type of rural wasteland known as a heath. Poverty then is equated with the type of location that is essentially an untillable English desert. But he adds that it is also "eternal winter there", and so pauperism for children is not only symbolized as the worst place but also as the coldest time. Blake refers to the heath-in-winter image again in his Songs of Experience poem “The Chimney Sweeper", which paints a before-picture of a child that is poor in the snow on the heath but nonetheless happy because he has parental care. When that love is removed however, we have the after-picture of a child that has descended into deeper poverty with a landscape so barren that even the heath is gone and where he suffers as a blackened urchin bent alone against the hoary burghal onding.
This winter imagery is hinted at more subtly in the Songs of Innocence poem “Holy Thursday”. In this poem a multitude of children, like the chimneysweeper described above, are escorted by beadles that carry weapons “white as snow”. As these church police officers walk ahead, the children are symbolically made to follow winter and therefore to comply with a poverty that is perpetuated by the church. This child poverty, as the Songs of Experience poem “Holy Thursday” indicates, is a land of eternal night.
Night in Songs of Experience is not only engendered by poverty but lives in symbiosis with a variety of other destructive passions, or “delight chained in night". These facets of negativity are presented, through the use of nighttime symbols drawn from the natural world, as coming from a part of human nature. One example is the worm that inflicts illness on the rose. The rose in Blake's symbolism as shown in “My Pretty Rose Tree”, is female sexuality. The speaker is offered the flower of sex by a beautiful woman but turns it down because he has a rose tree at home in the form of a pretty wife. But like “The Sick Rose” some of these flowers have been afflicted with the curse of venereal disease from the phallic worm that flies in the night as it carries the infection from blossom to blossom. The sex trade worker has passed the worm onto the husband who in turn transmits the curse of an incurable and potentially deadly pox to his own pretty rose tree. The worm is invisible because of the undetectable nature of syphilis, because of its symptoms being concealed by the carrier and because of the dark secrecy of the husband that has brought the worm with him on his return from flight to his secret love of the young “harlot” of the London night.  
Night in Blake’s imagery is not bound by chronological time but is rather a caliginous aspect of the human mind. This homo sapien darkness sows the seeds of its own jungles of trees of mystery where terrible creatures like the worm thrive. But at the top of this food chain of hominin horror is the deadly tyger. The habitat of this creature is not the night of the forests but rather "the forests of the night" and a forest that is of the night would not exist in the light of day. To be “of” something is to be part of it or to come from it and so these jungles are not fixed locations, but rather negative spaces generated by the always adumbral part of man’s psyche.
Although Blake’s illustration of “The Tyger” is clearly modeled after the panthera tigris, the name of this creature is spelled differently to distinguish it from the cat species of Asia. The tyger is man-made and created with the force of shoulders, dread hands and feet to assemble its working parts. Verse four uses entirely industrial terminology to speculate on the construction of the beast. This language of the blacksmith’s tools of hammer, furnace, anvil and clamp are metaphors for the process of constructing a tyger that is the embodiment of the predatory side effects of the industrial revolution. One example of these is the need for taller buildings with longer, narrower chimneys that required smaller people to clean them. The readiest supply of diminutive humans to enslave for this purpose were the very young, and so the result was that the industrial tyger effectively ate the children that crawled inside of its maw.
Blake’s speaker wonders if the same nature that made the lamb also made the tyger or if it was a different and contrary nature. Another poem, “A Divine Image” confirms that it was human nature that gave the tyger its genesis and lit the artificial light that makes it burn so brightly. The tyger’s brain was heated in the human face, or human character, which is a sealed furnace. The poem completes the industrial analogy by explaining that the human heart is the flame in the mouth of the furnace and the human form with its shoulders, hands and feet is the fiery forge that shaped the tyger’s brain. Indeed, if one looks at Blake’s illustration for this poem one can see that the eyes of Blake’s creature are round like those of a human being rather than oval like those of a tiger.
William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience uses metaphors taken from the nature of nighttime to represent the facets of human nature that work against the natural world. It in turn adopts pastoral symbols from daytime to depict humanity’s innocent nature. But is it possible for us to cross into and live in the sunlit world of the Songs of Innocence and to eschew the darkness of the night and winter of his Songs of Experience? There is no harmony or reconciliation between the two sides, as although the light of natural happiness must be continuously reached for, we have in our physical nature an entity that generates its own psychological midnight. In our brain grows, as it did for the first man, the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and so the darkness of psychic nighttime is in our DNA. Of free will, a hybrid of the voices from the two books might say that we have the ability to access our innocent nature that pipes down the wild valleys with glee, but we must do so from where we are rooted in the darkness and can only turn towards the light like the sunflower.


Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Facebook Hates Women's Bodies



            On Monday morning the power went off in my place just as I was about to get ready to leave for class. This happens once every two months or so but it usually only lasts for a couple of minutes. This time it stayed dead for fifteen minutes. When I restarted my computer the writing I’d been working on had only been partially saved and I didn’t have time to rewrite it.
I was the first one in class as has been the case for the last few times. I took the time before class to read and make notes on a printed page from my essay.
When Gabriel came in I was showing him how I’ve used our textbook so much that it just automatically opens up at Wordsworth, Coleridge or Blake.
The lecture continued our study of the poetry of William Blake.
For Blake, physical nature is a hell that one must treat with the imagination. The Romantics refracted the world through consciousness but Blake took it further. He reacts to the Enlightenment. He situates himself against mere reason and against the Enlightenment’s valorization of mechanization. He was not against rationality but he was more visionary, ecstatic and prophetic than Wordsworth or Coleridge. For Blake, context resonates in the background.
The ideas of “Liberty, egality, fraternity” caused Wordsworth and Coleridge to be sucker punched by the reign of terror and they retreated into their minds. The Enlightenment also meant modernization and the world moving to democratization with people having inherent rights. Rationality and science precursed Romanticism but the Romantics were not throwing science away. They were just qualifying it with imagination. For Blake, idealism can be ominous.
The Book of Thel moves towards Blake’s prophetic period. A prophetic poet has a future oriented visionary message and ideal.
We looked at Blake’s two poems with the title “The Chimney Sweeper”, beginning with the one from “Songs of Innocence”. Professor Weisman urged us to be attentive to the point of view of the speaker.
Chimneysweepers were skinny, young, male children that were either orphaned or hired out for the job by poor families. It was only around the 18th Century that western society started to get the idea that children were not just small adults. The concept of children having integrity and innocence that was distinct from their usefulness started becoming more prominent. The invention of childhood sprang out of the Enlightenment as did the abolition of slavery.
The situation described in “The Chimney Sweeper” was real.
“Weep” is a cry and children were brought into the profession at an age when they could not pronounce, “Sweep!” What is the paradox in this poem?
There is an implicit critique of the quietist point of view of the speaker. It does not feel good to think of these children being enslaved to the detriment of their health. It is an ugly thing to hear the young speaker in the poem be so affirming about his own exploitation. The exploited child is given a perspective by the status quo that the way he is being treated is okay. The poem exposes a sanitized view of Christian redemption.
The poem has a melodious, easy narrative style. The stanzas are not quite ballad stanzas. They are iambic with the alternation of stressed and unstressed.
Many of the poems from Songs of Innocence are set in the country. The dead chimneysweepers rising from their coffins into a pastoral afterlife.
The poem sanitizes horror. The child is comforted with the promise that no harm will come to them in the afterlife if he does his duty in this life. There is a redemption deferred to the future. But in reality, if one does one’s duty one could still be harmed. Telling children that they will not be harmed if they do their duty is an aspect of harm.
We looked at Blake’s “Chimney Sweeper" poem from "Songs of Experience". The perspective is different, as the child in this poem knows that he is being harmed. There is a direct reference to the fourth stanza of the previous poem in the line “make up a heaven of our misery”.
Blake sees Jesus as the ultimate poet but he opposes organized Christianity’s exploitation of the vulnerable.
We looked at Blake’s two “Holy Thursday” poems, beginning with the one from “Songs of Innocence". On Holy Thursday the poor, orphaned children of London were marched through the streets to St Paul’s Cathedral. The children's benefactors would line the streets to watch and feel good about helping the kids. Charity schools were relatively new in the late 18th Century.
The children have clean faces like the children in the afterlife in the fourth stanza of the first “Chimney Sweeper” poem. They are wearing red and blue and green. This is sentimentalism as in poems like “roses are red, violets are blue”. The poem is written in easy monosyllables. The children are described as the flowers of London.
I compared the two "Holy Thursday" poems. In the first one the staffs of the church beadles are described as being “white as snow” while in the second the speaker declares that where so many children are poor it is eternal winter there. There is a suggestion then that the church helps to maintain the winter in which these children live.
The second poem uses polysyndeton, a literary technique in which conjunctions such as “and”, “but” and “or” are used repeatedly in quick succession in order to slow the rhythm of the prose, in this case the word “and" is repeated to emphasize the long breath of exploitation. Each use of "and" is followed by the anaphoric "their", which refers to the children.
The children are marched led to the church like sacrificial lambs.
The perspective of the first “Holy Thursday” poem is like that of the first “The Chimney Sweeper” poem.
The charity schools fed and clothed the children but they underfed them and were brutal.
The voice of the Experience poem resists shallow closure.
We looked at the poems “The Divine Image” and “The Human Abstract” and were asked to compare the speakers.
I said that the two perspectives are different but mercy, pity, peace and love are not bad sentiments. The claim in The Human Abstract that pity would not exist if we did not make somebody poor is to some degree false. Those that we pity are not necessarily victims of man's inhumanity to man. The two poems are both making claims about opposite impulses that are inherent in human nature, just as the subtitle for the combined book “Songs of Innocence and of Experience: Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul” says. It is in our nature to have pity but it is also in our nature to put people in a position where they would need to be pitied.
The professor said that the speaker of “Songs of Innocence” does not have as robust an understanding as the speaker in “Songs of Experience”.
She said the line “and all must love the human form / in heathen, Turk or Jew" that to say we must love even Turks and Jews is not all that tolerant. I pointed out that Jesus said something similar, that even a Samaritan could be a good person. She said she didn’t want to get into the Bible in this class but it seems to me that if Blake really considers Jesus to be the greatest poet of all time then the words of Christ must help with understanding Blake’s context. The speaker doesn’t actually say “even a Turk or a Jew”. Isn’t he simply addressing those that express hatred specifically towards these groups?
The Human Abstract is a cynical poem. The line “mutual fear brings peace” was quoted a lot during the Cold War.
Neither poem is necessarily expressing Blake’s own view.
The “Songs of Experience” resist sanitization. The abstractions of pity, mercy, peace and love” are not dangerous in themselves but only when used in a dangerous way.
I asked at the end of class that since Blake writes a lot about the first man, is it possible that the tree that he describes as growing in the human brain is the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. She confirmed that a strong argument could be made for that.
As I left OISE and approached my bike I saw the guy that walks backwards along Bloor. It’s been a couple of years and I think the last time he was in costume. He was turning his head to make sure he didn’t hit anything or anyone but he always walks backwards.
I stopped at Freshco on the way home and bought four bags of grapes, a half pint of raspberries, a loaf of Bavarian sandwich bread, some Earl Grey tea and a small rack of ribs.
In the early afternoon I posted my blog and put the link on Facebook along with some related images and a video.
When I got up from a siesta later that afternoon there was a message from Facebook telling me that one of the photographs that I'd posted went against their “community standards”. It was this beautiful picture of 50s nudist supermodel Diane Webber on her back and in a dramatic pose while being lifted above the water of a swimming pool with one arm by a man that is standing in the water. I guess it was because her nipple was showing that they found it offensive. I find it offensive that they would be against such innocent nudity. Anyway, because of this I was penalized and kicked off Facebook for two days. This would be like my landlord telling me what I can't post on my apartment wall. Fuck Facebook! I'll post what I want and if they don't like it and kick me off of Facebook I'll just post on Twitter. It won’t break my heart to be rid of Facebook. I do not approve of censorship. I have an Instagram account that I’ve never used but I've read that Instagram is almost as bad as Facebook about nudity so there doesn’t seem to be any point going through the same thing there.
I tried to post the same image through my Myown Dick Facebook page but Facebook caught that as well. I guess they didn't penalize Myown because it was his first warning. What a ridiculous bunch of prudes! Canada really needs its own social media site because the ones in the States are way too uptight.
I posted the same image on Twitter with no problem whatsoever. I have a Google Plus page but posting there is a waste of time because Google is killing Google Plus next summer.
That night I watched an episode of Peter Gunn. In this story, Gunn's girlfriend, Edie comes home from shopping to find a dead body in her shower even though her door had been locked. Of course she calls Gunn. Gunn goes to her place but there is initial confusion because she didn’t tell him that she is using a different apartment while hers is being painted. Once Gunn sees there really is a corpse he calls Lieutenant Jacoby, who is in his office playing Spanish guitar when the phone rings. When Jacoby gets there he finds something that Gunn missed. The man's name, Leland Gipson is on his watch. Gunn goes to the dead man's address and talks to his daughter, Marie. He finds out that the man was having an affair with a younger woman named Virginia, who works at the Courtland Hotel. Gunn goes the hotel and finds out that Virginia quit when Gibson moved into the hotel. The clerk gives Gunn Virginia’s description and address. Gunn goes to the address and the building manager invites him in. She’s a painter and says she has a portrait she’s done of Virginia but when she shows it to him it’s an abstract that consists mostly of three cubes. Gunn just says, “I thought you said she was a brunette!” The manager says, “She has the soul of a redhead!” The manager’s model arrives and he sits for an ongoing painting. She tells him he’s got the soul of a man with a beard. He asks, “What colour?” She says, “Green!” It turns out the model is a cab driver and he takes her to the same address three times a week. It’s Edie’s building. Meanwhile Virginia and her husband Harvey are packed and wanting to get out of Edie’s building. Gunn goes to see Edie’s building manager. He says Virginia matches the description of Mrs. Austin, who used to live in Edie’s temporary apartment and had neglected to return the key. Gunn goes to the Austin apartment but it’s empty. Gunn picks a woman’s glove off the floor near the vent and hears voices from the basement. Virginia and Harvey have unintentionally locked themselves down there. Gunn goes down there. They hear him coming, hide under the stairs and Harvey trips Gunn as he’s descending. Gunn’s revolver goes in one direction and he falls in another. Harvey begins to shoot and puts a hole in the steam heater. With no weapon Gunn turns to the steam on Harvey. He keeps shooting though his visibility is impaired. Gunn throws a few heavy objects at him and then runs. Virginia shouts that Gunn is on the stairs but as Harvey fires he hits Virginia accidentally in the shoulder or neck. Gunn jumps him and takes him out. Lieutenant Jacoby opens the basement door and calls to Gunn. Gunn says, “Close the door! You’re letting out all the steam!”
Marie was played by Canadian actor Ruta Lee, who is remembered for the Twilight Zone episode, “A Short Drink from a Certain Fountain”.


Virginia was played by Barbara Darrow, who is best known for “Queen of Outer Space”. Her daughter married the son of Bobby Darrin.



The manager/painter was played by Australian actor Marjorie Bennett.