Blakes Monologue

When I went in Junior High, I was friend with a girl who would self-harm herself. At first, I only noticed one or two cuts on her wrist, but I realized that as the school year progressed, the number of cuts doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled, until I could not keep count anymore. As her hatred toward her imperfections grew, her scars became more visible, and it was harder for her to hide them. Similar to my friend’s situation, in the novel A Separate Peace, John Knowles uses similes to express the theme that growth does not always result in a good outcome; whereas, William Blake uses symbols and metaphors to develop the same message in “A Poison Tree”.

On January 1st, 2017, a gang held an alleyway waiting for people to come through so they and take their money. The alley was very dark. People came through the alley at nights and trashed the alley, cracking windows, leaving cigarettes on the dirty spray-painted ground littered with sharp shards of glass from a broken window. Their leader, Kole Blazer, was there in the rooftops, waiting for someone to come through, when he saw someone betray his gang: Mike Blazer, his brother. Kole was taller than him by only a few inches. He had brown hair, freckles, blue eyes, more muscular than his brother who was always the weaker one, but they were twins and he wanted to keep a secret. His brother betrayed them and now it’s time for payback.

Before watching your presentation, I only knew the basics regarding William Blake. There are various interesting things that you mentioned that I did not know about. For example, you mentioned how he was more commonly known for his art rather than his poems. His art as a whole is really interesting. You mentioned how he took his encounters with the people around him, his brother’s death, and visions and reflected them into his work. One thing from that list that stood out to me the most were his visions. He was able to take his visions and portray them in his paintings even when many people found it difficult to understand the meanings behind it.

Everyone thinks I died. I might've died, who knows, even for a few seconds. Everyone thought I did, including the love of my life, Blake Silver. I was only left with my close family.

"Oh like you and bonny little Benjamin over there?" He fires back. "I'm over a hundred percent sure he's gay."

The students at Sublette Elementary were sure it was going to be another ordinary spring day. They were in for a surprise! Mrs. Myers called for all the classes to gather on the playground. Just as everyone was getting settled, the whoosh of helicopter blades could be heard. We all looked to the sky and wondered what in the world was happening!

I scowl and then relax. He wants me angry. He wants me to be unable to think clearly. It’s easier for him that way. I force my body to relax. “Are you going to keep moving that stupid mouth of yours or are you going to kill me?” I grumble, licking the blood off my lips. “I did kill your brother after

William: “Frankly, this fantasy you’ve dreamt up-I find it quite affront, I mean, who do you think you are?”

“I….I’m the son of satan?” I stammer out he just nods at me with this annoying smile, that makes me want to punch him in his face.

The Songs of Innocence poems first appeared in Blake’s 1784 novel, An Island in the Moon. In 1788, Blake began to compile in earnest, the collection of Songs of Innocence. And by 1789, this original volume of plates was complete. These poems are the products of the human mind in a state of innocence, imagination, and joy; natural euphoric feelings uninhibited or tainted by the outside world. Following the completion of the Songs of Innocence plates, Blake wrote The Marriage of Heaven and Hell and it is through this dilemma of good and evil and the suffering that he witnesses on the streets of London, that he begins composing Songs of Experience. This second volume serves as a response to Songs of

The poem begins with the question, "Little Lamb, who made thee?" The speaker, a child, asks the lamb about its origins: how it came into being, how it acquired its particular manner of feeding, its "clothing" of wool, its "tender voice." In the next stanza, the speaker attempts a riddling answer to his own question: the lamb was made by one who "calls himself a Lamb," one who resembles in his gentleness both the child and the lamb. The poem ends with the child bestowing a blessing on the lamb.

"Of course I do," The king answered truthfully. He scratched his graying chestnut beard. Tilting his head to the side, eyes similar to his child's took in the expression of his son.

“The Chimney Sweeper” (128): This version of the Chimney Sweeper is very upfront and saddening. The version that is presented in the songs of innocence is much more of a calm town and is not as straightforward, while this version is very short and to the point. In this version its very deep as the narrator basically just calls out the parents/church for doing these horrible things to the children. I really love all three stanzas of this poem because they all have a really deep meaning and Blake transitions through them very well. Reading this poem over and over I don’t know what to make of it other than it is an absolute horrible situation. I think it can be tied in to

William Blake is one of England’s most famous literary figures. He is remembered and admired for his skill as a painter, engraver, and poet. He was born on Nov. 28, 1757 to a poor Hosier’s family living in or around London. Being of a poor family, Blake received little in the way of comfort or education while growing up. Amazingly, he did not attend school for very long and dropped out shortly after learning to read and write so that he could work in his father’s shop. The life of a hosier however was not the right path for Blake as he exhibited early on a skill for reading and drawing. Blake’s skill for reading can be seen in his understanding for and use of works such as the Bible and Greek classic literature.

“What’s funny, Otto?” Henry says, sauntering towards me like he enjoys the fact that nothing good can come from this confrontation.