William Blake – Auguries of Innocence

William Blake’s poetry without a doubt has had the most profound effect on me as a writer.
I first discovered Blake when I watched one of Johnny Depp’s early films called ‘Dead Man’, it was this amazing black and white, psychedelic western. Although the film was slightly slow paced and bizarre, the whole film was laced with William Blake quotes from his poetry; and I was instantly mesmerised by his words and have been fascinated ever since.
Recently went to his exhibition at Tate Britain and it reminded me of his unique brilliance and the complete devotion he had to his art. Although he was pretty unappreciated in life, today he is a celebrated literary genius, who was alway unafraid to remain true to his vision.
This is my favourite poem of his…x
To see a world in a Grain of sand,  
And a heaven in a wild flower,   
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,  
And eternity in an hour.  

A robin red breast in a cage  
Puts all heaven in a rage.   

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons  
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.   
A dog starv'd at his Master's gate  
Predicts the ruin of the state.   

A horse misused upon the road  
Calls to heaven for human blood.   
Each outcry of the hunted hare  
A fibre from the brain does tear.   

A skylark wounded in the wing,   
A cherubim does cease to sing.  
The Game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight  
Does the rising sun affright.   

Every wolf's and lion's howl  
Raises from hell a human soul.   

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,   
Keeps the human soul from care.   
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,  
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.   

The bat that flits at close of eve  
Has left the brain that won't believe.  
The owl that calls upon the night  
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.  

He who shall hurt the little wren  
Shall never be belov'd by men.   
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd  
Shall never be by woman lov'd.  

The wanton boy that kills the fly  
Shall feel the spider's enmity.   
He who torments the chafer's sprite  
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.   

The caterpillar on the leaf  
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.   
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,   
For the last judgment draweth nigh.   

He who shall train the horse to war  
Shall never pass the polar bar.   

The beggar's dog and widow's Cat,   
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.   

The gnat that sings his summer's Song  
Poison gets from slander's tongue.   
The poison of the snake and newt  
Is the sweat of envy's Foot.   

The poison of the Honey Bee  
Is the artist's jealousy.  

The prince's robes and beggar's rags  
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.   
A truth that's told with bad intent  
Beats all the lies you can invent.   

It is right it should be so;   
Man was made for joy and woe;   
And when this we rightly know,   
Thro' the world we safely go.   

Joy and woe are woven fine,   
A clothing for the soul divine.   
Under every grief and pine  
Runs a joy with silken twine.   

The babe is more than swaddling bands;  
Throughout all these human lands  
Tools were made and born were hands   
Every farmer understands.  

Every tear from every eye  
Becomes a babe in eternity.   

This is caught by Females bright,  
And return'd to its own delight.   
The bleat, the Bark, bellow, and roar,   
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore.   

The babe that weeps the rod beneath  
Writes revenge in realms of death.   
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,  
Does to rags the heavens tear.   

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,   
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.  
The poor man's farthing is worth more  
Than all the gold on Afric's Shore.  

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands  
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;   
Or, if protected from on high,   
Does that whole nation sell and buy.   

He who mocks the infant's faith  
Shall be mock'd in age and death.   
He who shall teach the child to doubt  
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.   

He who respects the infant's faith  
Triumphs over hell and death.   

The child's toys and the old man's reasons  
Are the fruits of the two seasons.   

The questioner, who sits so sly,   
Shall never know how to reply.   
He who replies to words of doubt  
Doth put the light of Knowledge out.  

The strongest poison ever known  
Came from Caesars laurel crown.   
Nought can deform the human race  
Like to the armour's iron brace.   

When gold and gems adorn the plow,  
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.   
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,  
Is to doubt a fit reply.   

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile  
Make lame philosophy to smile.   
He who doubts from what he sees  
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.   

If the sun and moon should doubt,   
They'd immediately go out.   
To be in a passion you good may do,   
But no good if a Passion is in you.   

The whore and gambler, by the state  
Licensed, build that nation's fate.   

The harlot's cry from street to street   
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.   

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,   
Dance before dead England's hearse.   

Every night and every morn  
Some to misery are born,   
Every morn and every night  
Some are born to sweet delight.   

Some are born to sweet delight,   
Some are born to endless night.   

We are led to believe a lie  
When we see not thro' the eye,  
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,   
When the soul slept in beams of light.   

God appears and God is light,  
To those poor souls who dwell in night;   
But does a human form display  
To those who dwell in realms of day. 

 - William Blake







The National – Pink Rabbits

I was driving in the car the other day, when Pink rabbits by The National came on. I hadn’t heard it in a while and I remembered how much the lyrics in this song completely flawed me the first time I heard it.
I’ve always been a National fan but this song in particular hit me so hard, because my interpretation of some of the lyrics; describe so perfectly what it has felt like to me to experience feelings of anxiety and depression. And how the feelings can come back and catch you off guard.
I probably listen to lyrics in a song before anything else. I’ve always loved how people can take their own individual meanings from them, and how two people can have a completely different take on them.
To anyone reading this, I would love to know any lyrics from a song that have had a profound effect on you…..x

I couldn’t find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soakin’ my head to unrattle my brain
Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
I didn’t understand then
I don’t understand now

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were tryin’ not to crack up
It wasn’t like a rain it was more like a sea
I didn’t ask for this pain it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don’t love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast, that’s frightening

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
I was standing in the street ’cause I was trying not to crack

I was solid gold
I was in the fight
I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin
I couldn’t see you coming so far
I just turn around and there you are

I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
I was just getting used to living life without you around
I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground

You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were trying not to crack up
And bona drag was still on
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all
You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll (when the sun kicks out)
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all

– Matt Berninger

Cry, cry, cry

Cry, cry, cry
You know I’m leaving
Lie, lie, lie
Quietly breathing
And you say I’m only happy
When I’m dreaming
And when I wake up
I fall apart, fall apart, fall apart

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

Fly, fly, fly
It’s time I’ll be leaving
Time, time, time
Can help us with healing
And I’ll always think of you
In winter time
And how your clothes always smelled
Like smoke and fire

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And I am still the same
As I’ve always been









A Poem About What Happiness Is And Isn’t To Me…

Happiness is home
Fresh sheets
My Mother in the background
On the phone
My Father sitting on his
Cushioned throne
And no worries on my mind
No words that are unkind

Happiness is not,
Shutting myself away
Avoiding my friends
While I procrastinate for
Days and days
Stifled creativity and sleepless nights
Drinking till my problems
Are out of sight

Out of time
Out of mind
My true self should not
Be this hard to find….

Happiness are fresh lilies
On the kitchen table
A kiss from my lover
White vintage blouse with no labels
Rainbow reflections and technicolour dreams
Believing myself and every girl is a queen

Happiness is not,
Saying venomous words when I’m scared
It is not pretending I don’t, when I care
It is not giving my power away
It is not sacrificing myself so they’ll
Stay

Happiness is seeing the world
And it’s charms
Happiness is my little boy
Curled up in my arms
Happiness is not living for tomorrow
But for today
Happiness is letting it in
And not pushing it away

– She Moves

Georgia O’Keeffe – Ladder To The Moon

Bewildering, brilliant, magnificent white
The perfect circle of devotion to the black velvet sky
A mystifying mystery of dark versus bright
Illuminating hope to those with fragile sight
Minds catching dreams & making wishes
The moons hears your secrets and grants lovers kisses
So shine on me through the silhouetted leaves
As I lie here by the river beneath the trees

– She Moves

All that I am
All I have become
The life I have made
And the life I’ve undone
Searching for answers that do not exist
Finding the next part of me that I need to fix
Pushing the limits of a daydream queen
Wanting the spotlight since I was fifteen
Choosing my words, but biting my tongue
Something I learnt to do when I was very young
I am not a sad story
I am just lonely
If I risk it all & reach out
Will you hold me?

– She Moves

I fell off track again,
Slipped through your hands again
My hearts already black
You made damn sure of that.
Once, twice then I’m the fool
but you always manage to keep your cool.
My heads been spun with lies,
but when it’s fun, oh how time flies.
Bound with dust and colours pulled so tight, they shatter.
What would you care to remember?
When it was ripped right through the centre

– She Moves