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Blake’s Poetry : William Blake’s Song of Los 2

William Blake’s Song of Los 2

In this image, Los resting on a cloud, leans on his hammer, the symbol of his creative energy.

He stares down at the bright red sun that he has fashioned out of components of his own soul.

The sun represents the giver of life, that most fundamental of elements which keeps the world in balance and nurtures the development of all physical matter.

Definition of NIMBI

Nimbus \Nim”bus\, n.; pl. L. Nimbi, E. Nimbuses. [L., a rain storm, a rain cloud, the cloudshaped which enveloped the gods when they appeared on earth.]

1. (Fine Arts) A circle, or disk, or any indication of radiant light around the heads of divinities, saints, and sovereigns, upon medals, pictures, etc.; a halo.

Note: “The nimbus is of pagan origin.” “As an atribute of power, the nimbus is often seen attached to the heads of evil spirits.” –Fairholl.

From: Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)

The Songs of Innocence, The Songs of Experience and The Book of Thel by William Blake at Nimbi – William Blake’s Life, Poetry and Art

via Blake’s Poetry : William Blake’s Song of Los 2.


los | The Cynic Sang: The (Un)Official Blog of the William Blake Archive

The William Blake Archive is pleased to announce the publication of electronic editions of The Song of Los copies C and E, from the Morgan Library and Museum and the Huntington Library and Art Gallery respectively. They join copies A and D from the British Museum and copy B from the Library of Congress, giving the Archive five of the six extant copies of this illuminated book.

The eight plates of The Song of Los were produced in 1795; all extant copies (A-F) were color printed in that year in a single pressrun. Divided into sections entitled “Africa” and “Asia,” The Song of Los is the last of Blake’s “Continental Prophecies” (see also America [1793] and Europe [1794], exemplary printings of which are in the Archive). Blake abandons direct references to contemporary events to pursue the junctures among biblical narrative, the origins of law and religion, and his own developing mythology. Adam, Noah, Socrates, Brama, Los, Urizen, and several others represent both historical periods and states of consciousness. The loose narrative structure reaches towards a vision of universal history ending with apocalyptic resurrection.

via los | The Cynic Sang: The (Un)Official Blog of the William Blake Archive.

Magic Transistor and the Garden of Lush William Blake


William Blake, The Book of Thel (Frontispiece & Plate 4), ca. 1794.

William Blake, The Book of Thel (Frontispiece & Plate 4), ca. 1794

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Jews and Magic in Medici Florence

Between 1615 and 1620, Benedetto Blanis (c.1580-c.1647), a Jewish scholar and businessman in the Florentine ghetto, sent 196 letters to Don Giovanni dei Medici (1567-1621), an influential member of the ruling family. Blanis served Don Giovanni as palace librarian—organizing and cataloging the library’s contents, acquiring books from various sources and sharing his patron’s most esoteric interests. Together they ventured into dangerous and often forbidden territory—astrology, alchemy and the Kabbalah.


Discovered nearly four centuries later by art historian Edward Goldberg during his research in the Medici Granducal Archive, Blanis’ letters provide a portrait of a man struggling to survive in a strange no-man’s land between the Jewish ghetto and the Medici court. The letters also reveal the bond between two figures who strove to explain the world through the language of magical power.


Edward Goldberg discusses his book Jews and Magic in Medici Florence: The Secret World of Benedetto Blanis, which was published by University of Toronto Press in 2011.

Edward Goldberg received a Ph.D. in modern history from Oxford University in 1979 and taught in the Department of Fine Arts at Harvard University from 1981 through 1987. He has published widely in the course of his 30 years of archival research in Florence. In 1995, Goldberg founded the Medici Archive Project to provide worldwide public access to the historical data in the Medici Granducal Archive through a fully searchable database at Established by Grand Duke Cosimo I in 1569, the archive of the Medici Grand Dukes offers the most complete record of any princely regime in Renaissance and Baroque Europe. The 3 million letters contained in more than 6,000 volumes richly document more than 200 years of human history (1537-1743

Jews and Magic in Medici Florence.


Trias Thaumaturga: January 2012

Saint Brigids Eve: The Threshold RitualThe popular customs for Saint Brigids Eve seem to have varied a great deal between different parts of the country. Another ritual which took place throughout Ireland was the threshold rite in which Saint Brigid would be symbolically admitted to bless the family home. In the early 1940s, the Irish Folklore Commission undertook a survey of popular traditions practiced in honour of Saint Brigid. An t-Athair Sean O Duinn, OSB, has collected and translated a number of the IFC transcripts in his book The Rites of Brigid – Goddess and Saint. The basic elements of the threshold rite were that the family would gather together to make a special meal of mashed potatoes, rushes would be gathered to make Saint Brigids crosses, and then someone would symbolically take the role of Saint Brigid, knocking at the door and asking 3 times to be admitted. The door dialogue usually included the phrases Go down on your knees and let Holy Brigid enter to which those inside would reply She is welcome; she is welcome. There was a link between the food and the rushes in that the rushes had to be brought in by the person playing the role of Brigid and placed under the pot of potatoes. After the supper the family would then make crosses from the rushes. An t-Athair O Duinn draws parallels between this threshold ritual and some of the liturgical rites found in the great cathedrals of Europe and the Roman rite of dedication of a church.He ends the accounts of the threshold rite with a report from County Leitrim where the door dialogue had fallen into disuse but where the elements of the rushes and the food were retained. The respondent to the Folklore Commission survey in 1942 described the making of the crosses in exclusively Christian terms:On the evening of the feast, a bunch of rushes is cut, and placed under the table. After the supper, the cross is made. The cross I always make is the rush cross, and to make this properly you require 49 rushes. One of these is unbroken and the other 48 bent and form the 4 sides of the cross. The unbroken rush represents Jesus Christ and the twelve on each side represent the 12 Apostles. St Brigid always had great devotion to Jesus Christ and the 12 Apostles and hence the number of rushes…When the cross was made, the head of the house went round the house with it and placed it in every window and door round the house and said at each entrance or window: St Brigid, save us from all fever, famine and fireSean O Duinn, OSB, The Rites of Brigid – Goddess and Saint, Columba Press, 2005 119-120.

via Trias Thaumaturga: January 2012.

Diagnosis: Ecume des jours

What does “The Froth of Days” “Mood Indigo” and “A Streetcar named desire” have in common?  The tinge of hope.  The splendor of  dreaming violets, with a racing scent speeding into the periwinkle skies.  The welcoming pleasure within a garden of silken fleurs du sucre vanille.

When I saw an enchanting yet slightly perturbed wisp of melancholy in a photo called Ecume des jours?  I began to discover the book by Boris Vian called “The Froth of Daydreams”   In this photo titled  “Ecume des jours”  I was wont to ponder this photo collage of an Asian woman as the main feature in a collage dream like state, where flora and fauna was superimposed as her mind-cranial sacral area of her head.

I shall try to describe it?  Inside of this almost park which was cropped into her hair was the man whom wandered within a garden mirrored all betwixt the parts which made up her silhouette.  (If I could I would post it here, but I do not have permission from the artist.) As if women were trying to discover and recover her true nature. Don’t we all feel a bit Frankenstein?

It got my mind to wander into this novel called “The Froth of Days”  The title of the photo I meandered onto, on FB by a person named Astral Vibes.  I really love the poetic sensuality all encompassed in the title.  Alas?  What is the thread like Hawaiian leis of orchids which link these 3 themes above. “The Froth of Days” “Mood Indigo” and “A Streetcar named desire”  ?



Does anyone ever reminisce about Vivian Leigh in A Streetcar named desire, when she says things like ” I depend upon the kindness of strangers” in her genteel fragile imaginary paradigm. How she may be busted flat in Baton Rouge but she can muster up a dull copper penny for a Chinese lantern made of paper to shield herself from the brutal bright, raw piercing light of a mere barbaric bulb.


As if Stanley himself were that animal like villain, brutish bare and incongruous bulb, which she must curry favor with to no avail.  She feels more comfortable in the secrets of the shadows.  Of course we adore Marlon Brando strangely in his obscene yet clothed masculinity.  There shall never be another king whom became a man as he.  Alas, he is the sun itself in all it’s unabashed inferno.


It’s uncharted and inflamed pure madness itself which drew Icarus to burn its winged dream. Be wary of too much light impure.  Perhaps the perfect women is 1/2 Blanche and 1/2  Stella? Stella which means stars.  The sun is the brightest star and if not for the pink moon of night?  All teal tinged froth azure, would become singed, and all flowers burned.


Stanley: That’s pearls, Stella, ropes of ‘em. What is your sister – a deep sea diver?

The indirect shade, so forgiving.  So lush. The underlying mood and sincerity of those whom are ill is what Blanche speaks of, evokes a sapphire mood indigo.  Mood Indigo, the languid and bittersweet blue with its absence of light.  The absence of glaring and burning golden fire.  Flowers seem to burst either in the magic of dawn after a the earth has its mystical sleep?  Or, at twilight when in a grand flourish gust of music buds begin to blossom.  The sweetness of the earths imagination. Perhaps flowers are the kindest strangers whom always invite one to ponder beauty.

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When I think of Mood Indigo, it is one mood where we begin in a doldrums of  doubt.  Perhaps a hope dashed?  A love unrequited.  Then for a moment, the heart takes a vacation from its heartache and begins to daydream?  Here perhaps begins the recipe for escape.  Dreams chase the tail of the Cheshire cat, yet we need the sparkling glimmer of inspiration to spark us onto new passions? If we have enough faith we might pounce upon one of our daydreams to make them real.  This brings me to this novel called “The Froth of Days”  described here: 

Froth on the Daydream
Book by Boris Vian
Froth on the Daydream is a 1947 novel by the French author Boris Vian. It tells the story of a man who marries a woman, who develops an illness that can only be treated by surrounding her with flowers. Wikipedia
Flowers are the stuff of angels.  Warm yet never scorching.  A bridge of hope in their inviting rejuvenating nature.  I would love to see this film and be healed with flowers.  Roses remind me that in the dense, damp, musky earth, so gravity leaden with geologic granite and fibrous bark of trees? That there is music which the melancholy planet speaks.  There is suddenly a counter force which defies the mundane. Suddenly there is poetry in spite of the  existentialist rancor of stony abyss. Roses!  Spring itself defies all logic. What is it that suddenly renews our little planet with chirping sudden blossoms and greenery supreme. Spring is nature falling in love. It dares to rise above hopelessness. About logic. All that was old is again renewed.  For me this is the froth of days.  Just as the most weary soul is suddenly revived by a 4 o’clock cappuccino.  The magic of meringue. The uplifting roar of caffeine. Those bewitching spells of molecules which send the spirit to rise above the mundane.  It is for this reason that I have devoted my life to the  the grande dame,  “Lady Camellia.”  Chanel grew enchanted by camellias as did Dumas.  In the secrets of the blossoms?  All the fairies know the humble yet powerful elixir of the camellias, which is Camellia Sinesis.  Camellia Sinesis of all the cultivars in the plethora of these round many radiating petals so perfectly curved is the most humble of all.  The ugly duckling in fact of their kind, which alone like Cinderella majestically becomes the life flowing healing within its leaves and blossoms.
It is where water and sky are sipped and we are suddenly revived. How brave is hope within a rose?  How daring it is to appear in the most scoundrel of vacant rubbish lots.  In Mexico, the virgin Mary is reputed to have shown her divinity by causing roses to grow in the most barren land, in order to prove that there is always powerful unseen forces at work upon Mother earth. I can’t wait to see this movie Ecume Des Jours but I shall buy the book as well. To be under the spell of which only beautiful blossoms can break the calcification of a hardened heart.  We witness perhaps God’s alchemical healing. Flowers are the rainbows of the earth after frightful storms.
  Most fearful matters of life according to Zen is merely transformation and celebration or resistance to change and the trail of thorns it entails.  If we refuse to add the creme of tartar of wisdom or the sparkles of salty wit in soda?  These most basic ingredients in life make the Willy Wonka Chocolate factory bubble. If we go to sleep each night with hate?  We are not a garden where fragrant little bells of ivory Muguet lilies can grow, but a twisted bramble inside of acidic honks, squeaks and squawks. It’s as if not following mother natures recipes in stubborn foolishness we become lead balloons!
Then the little squirrels and winged creatures can sense our metallic bitterness and scamper away to where the sun and the moon waltz.  I too am sick with the disease of which only flowers can cure.

Some how? There is no space, but only love betwixt the ocean and the sky.
The flood of clouds as effervescent as seltzery music. The horizon makes an algebraic impossible equation. The two azure atmospheric phenomenons of oceans and skies are one. There is no space in between the cerulean bodies except an eclipse of  froth like frosting.  Such spinning is the levity of love. It’s as if the angels have been baking and the mixologists potions stirring.

Théâtre Rambouillet Ecume des jours.

Homage to the historical Lady Philosopher as Laura Bassi


Laura Bassi, 18th century scientist and university professor

Bologna celebrates the first woman to be a chaired professor in Europe. Laura Bassi, a philosopher and physician, mainly worked on electrical phenomena. Her laboratory was a key reference point for the community of scholars. The events in her honour will include exhibitions, conferences, screenings, book presentations, lectures, and concerts

Cover of the book "Laura Bassi. Minerva bolognese" by Marta Franceschini, Alessandro Battara and Marta Cavazza, published by Bononia University Press

Cover of the book “Laura Bassi. Minerva bolognese” by Marta Franceschini, Alessandro Battara and Marta Cavazza, published by Bononia University Press

Bologna pays tribute to her “lady philosopher” with a series of events celebrating the third centenary of the birth of the philosopher and physicistLaura Maria Caterina Bassi (1711-1778), the first woman in Europe to become a chaired university professor.
The events, which run from 29 September to 11 November, include exhibitions, conferences, book presentations, lectures, concerts, and more. Their aim is to introduce to the public at large, and especially to students, the intellectual and personal history of this exceptional scientist and docent. At the same time, the initiative aims to highlight the role played by Bologna in the 18th century, when the city was renowned throughout Europe for its academic opportunities, which were available to women as well as men.

An honorary member of the Bologna Academy of Science, Laura Bassi graduated in natural philosophy in 1732, and soon thereafter she earned a position as university lecturer. Francesco Algarotti, who called her «Bologna’s lady philosopher», dedicated a poem to her, which begins: «Rich / Inexhaustible mine / of new, high knowledge from beyond the seas» (Rime per la famosa laureazione ed acclamatissima aggregazione al Collegio filosofico della ed sig.ra Laura Maria Catterina Bassi).
The following year she became professor of biology and physics, and obtained a chair at the University of Bologna.
In 1738 she married the physician and physicist Giuseppe Veratti, with whom she would have a large family. Together, they opened a private laboratory moulded on the Newtonian method, which soon became a point of reference for scientists in Italy and abroad.

In1776 the Senate of Bologna awarded her a chair in experimental physics at the Bologna Institute of Science.

Her scientific interests ranged from rational mechanics to hydrometry, electrology, and pneumatic chemistry. The memoirs she submitted to the Academy and which survive to this day include  Sopra le bollicelle che si osservano ne’ fluidi sgravandosi dalla pressione dell’aria (1747), Sopra le bolle dell’aria che si eccitano ne’ fluidi (1748),Sopra alcune esperienze di elettricità (1761), Appunti diversi di trattazioni scientifiche.

Many scientific and cultural events pay tribute to her on the 300th anniversary of her birth.

“Laura Bassi and Bologna’s other lady philosophers” is the title of an exhibitionheld at Casa Saraceni and the Palazzo Poggi Museum, which features a screening of the documentary Laura Bassi. Una vita straordinaria, written and directed Enza Negroni and produced by Valeria Consolo.

Cultura Italia, un patrimonio da esplorare.

Libreria Editrice Aseq


Libreria Editrice Aseq.


The crimes of an Etruscan demon who makes those lentils taste so good!

The novel, published by Editions Albatros is a charming evocation of the ancient and mysterious Etruscan people. Premiere in Viterbo will be brought on tour in other cities of

The plot

Professor Winkler, an American archaeologist, goes on the trail of the legendary Fanum Voltumnae place every spring they gathered twelve Lucumonis Etruscans, who were at the head of the twelve cities belonging to the Etruscan League and where you took important decisions of a political nature and government as well as elect the supreme leader of the Etruscan federation. Research Winkler calling in Tarquinia, the oldest and most important city of the Etruscan federation, where they begin to repeat some mysterious murders carried evoking mysterious and macabre rituals Etruscans. The city is also the subject of study by a professor of genetics and an Etruscan expert, committed to compare the DNA of some citizen volunteers with the one found from the bones returned from the ancient Etruscan necropolis. The police will set the search for truth.But everything seems to lead to a single suspect. “The evil came down to earth with human feet” and the Etruscans are still alive …


The author

Riccardo Cecchelin professional journalist, is currently responsible for the Corriere di Viterbo. Already sent and then Head of the facts of life, Courier Umbria. Author of a novel with Edizioni Mediterranee, Homer, my life with the Etruscans, three historical thrillers for Garden Editorial and other publications including the book The War of the smoke, which is dedicated to the curiosities collected, as head of the news of the day in Milan During los ciopero of State Monopolies, with the presentation of Paul Liguori. He has directed a private TV station, and has made numerous radio programs for Rai 3 of Sardinia. As a consultant, journalist has also collaborated on Sunday in with Raffaella Carrà (national news) and the chronicle of Milan Day, chief editor of the Nation and the Corriere Terni in Umbria.

“The crimes of the Etruscan demon” 
Editions Albatros 
Pages 342 
Price: 16 €

On the cover: Achilles killing a Trojan prisoner in the presence of Charun , the Etruscan equivalent of the greek, Charon. From an Etruscan red-figure crater at the end of the fourth century BC.

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