When someone realizes oneness, she feels a connectedness to all things. It produces compassion.
true. i'm in the process. i don't think you can Most Realize Oneness. it comes in short, gradual steps... and keeps happening. i think of it as a light that keeps fanning out and getting brighter, but there is no brightest light. except... death...
Attachments to this illusory self make you unhappy: you might want more status, you might want to control phenomenon beyond your control. You might be attached to your ideas, or being right, or winning etc. If you can clearly see that attachments to self (ego) make you unhappy, it will make it easier to let go of those attachments and that will eliminate a lot of unhappiness in your life.
this tea... scares me. bruh i hate dissociating from this idea of self because i am scared of being cold, detached, and expressionless. why? why am i scared of that?!
You’ve got to let people still feel they’re independent individuals, yet they are giving themselves up to something that is awesome, greater, and more powerful that carries them into the future beyond their own existence.
DUDE this is literally the advanceof a new consciousness, transcending the self (while still maintaining the light of awareness within you, and letting it shine on all things ...) wow this is a trickle of the idea into like, political theory. thats cool
iron cage
max weber (sociology) idea - he was around during the 1920s supposedly. ive only heard of him
technocratic
mostly theoretical word .. a government thats staffed by experts of every field rather than people who are good at govenring
the radicals have gone to a form of expression at the very center of the power structure they disapprove of
interesting. are both types of self expression one and the same though. i dont think so. artists have control over what they are producing. i dont think brands and companies do because theyre marketing to a mass rather than expressing themselves. they are trying to get a TYPE of person to buy their product. they are trying to appeal to a archetype, a subtype. the artist ... tries to capture hte feeling of a swath of people rather than APPEALING to them. imo.
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i cant believe thats whats happening right now. (sarcasm)
Dissociative fugue affects many characters in David Lynch films with the most explicit example being the protagonist of Lost Highway (1997).
I HELLA KNEW IT! I KNEW IT I KNEW
sudden, unexpected travel away from home or one's customary place of work, with inability to recall one's past
happens every time i travel. :/ mexico was the least traumatic but india illinois canada etc. its been horrible
Fugues are usually precipitated by a stressful episode, and upon recovery there may be amnesia for the original stressor (dissociative amnesia).
that makes so much sense.. i enter the fugue/drawn away from self state bc of adhd though (i suppose). always related to a stressor/stress episode and i cant remember what triggered it exactly after.. ocd (mayhaps) attaches it to somethig, some random thought that popped into my head that time [or not so random..] and it fucks my shit up and when i come out of it its like, it never happened.. like being obrn anew and confued.. hmm. thinking face emoji
My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—
face as meaningless and removable as.. linen.
The peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see
people love to investigate a suicide and rubberneck at it. remember the movie heathers.
So, so, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy.
isnt that her husband ted hughes, who was a fascist/nazi type, after her own dad who was a german dude the town hated so much they stamped on his grave.. he died when she was 10
Ban the release into the environment and the use in food production of genetically modified organisms that result from splicing the genes of one species into another.
its interesting how some far right people and the green part y agree on this. for different reasons i think butstill.
Pay elected officials average workers' salaries
YES!
party representatives seated in proportion to each party's vote.
i like the proportional rule but i really dont dig .. the single chamber thing. that could be problematica. [i dont know why - im misinformed]
Social Dividends: A "second paycheck" for workers enabling them to receive 40 hours pay for 30 hours work. Paid by the government out of progressive taxes so that social productivity gains are shared equitably.
i dont really understand this one :o a paycheck on top of a paycheck?
Use movement (reading, underlining, writing in margins, highlighting , stimulation, and conversation(reciting information out loud), to stay alert while studying.
lmaooo this is why i fidget and talk to myself/talk "in my mouth" while im reading and need to highlight and anotate ALL THE THINGS
Or is their true market not the political arena, but the fundraising circuit?
you could say that of both parties. hm. also i thinkc reative destruction is when you have a new idea for a product, the old one must necessarily subside and stop being obught (economics)
“the Davos overclass,”
not sure what this is lmao
he was part of the team that pushed for the disastrous invasion of Iraq.
i dont know why it was disastrous. :0 is it bc.. uh.. i have no clue
a slice of their daily labor is taken from them for the privilege of using those factories
but thats messed. theyre using the factory TO work, and theyre getting hit with a pay reduction for it and the middlemen pocket the difference.
artisan
so literally slapping the word artisan on something nowadays is an insult. looking at you, fucking sargento cheese with your 'handmade artisan' label. youre a corporation ,probably part of nabisco or nestle or some big conglomerate of "food".
Everybody agrees that a person has a right to own the thing that he himself has made.
oh shit, true. :o
the people of the bourgeoisie also generally side with the capitalist class as against the working class.
that makes sense. why middle class people secretly empathize MOSTLY with 'the rich', and kind of shun or ignore the presence of the poor. i am guilty of this. i have a dirtied conscience.
you should have a chance to choose the kind of a life you want to live, and live it without anybody interfering.
follow up question, what differentiates libertarianism from anarchy then? bc its the same ideal of "let me do what i want, dont tread on me, etc."
restatement in the plainest and clearest terms which can be understood by everyone
thats a pretty awesome goal and im happy he was cognizant about the hurdles facing most social theory books from being read by the average person.. i feel like its so much daunting backstory i need to know to read one text. i dont mind if this is a watered down version bc thats what i need - damn it just the preface/background have me like Wut Is This. lol. but im gonna try not to be so insecure.. just.. inquisitive. and open.
The breakdown of Socialism and of Bolshevism has cleared the way for Anarchism.
man i wish i knew more about the previous 2 ideologies. ik socialism is the way in denmark..? sweden definitely, maybe norway. iceland too - probably a scandinavian thing. my grandpa said indias constitution is socialist, and it has 'peace corps' type people who educate and discipline the young people of the country. i dont know how true that is, but why should i doubt him lol. hes grown up in india, i havent. i should read more about the 'army' that disciplines, it sounds pretty cool - a member of my family is in it
he World War and the Russian Revolution are the main causes of it.
ok so - historical context. this is written just around the russian revolution and world war 1. the "great powers" are mentioned. it seems the revolution/war is bc of governments that are too pro-war and how capitalism is hurting people more than helping. i dont know much about the war or rev unfortunately.
EMMA GOLDMAN
aw, his former wife wrote the preface. that makes it all the more touching. she calls him her "old pal." :)
Alexander Berkman hated dependence; he hated to become a burden to those he loved, and so he did what he had always said he would do: he hastened his end by his own hand
rings a haunting.. future bell. this is what ill end up doing. no exaggeration.
National Confederation of Labor (the CNT) and the Anarchist Federation of Iberia (the FAI)-the most dominant, most ardent and daring organizations-were the forces that drove back the Fascist hordes from Catalonia.
thats pretty cool, ive never heard of openly anarchist organizations succeeding.
post-revolutionary
reovlution refers to the russian revolution. i dont know the details, but apparently stalin and lenin are involved. i assumed it was the dissolution of the soviet union.. i really dontknow russian history beyond the soviet unino fell in the 1990s, along with the berlin wall - wait im a dumbass thats in germany. :| yikes. ok.. putin came in post the dissolution... huh.
The will to constructive work, the economic and social preparation were needed in order to direct the Revolution into channels where it was meant to go
this is especially relevant right now, when neo-nazis (the "alt right") are DOING, the fascists are DOING, and the left doesnt know how to proceed constructively.
the secret journal Prison Blossoms with imprisoned anarchists Henry Bauer and Carl Nold
thats so cool, a secret journal in JAIL
Pinkerton
the namesake of pinkerton by weezer? a half serious question.
Carnegie Steel Company
owned by andrew carneige, one of the titans of industry at the time. weird how we never learned in history class about the oppression and the bad conditions these 'titans' propagated; how terrible they were.. we got the 'omg they did so much for america' and 'monopoly' tidbits thrown in our general direction.
the second capitalist globalization (1980s-present) and the fall of the Soviet Union
i totally remember this from compsci textbook, well, somewhat. the soviet union dissolved into its independent member republics, and capitalism .. democratization, rather, widened with the creation of new states. not sure about the .. capitalism part tho.. interdependence increased?
Occasionally my brain will break the laws of thermodynamics and the more I talk the more my talk speeds up until I can't understand what I'm thinking and have difficulty calming down. Meditation is the only thing that helps me in this state of mind.
loooool. same
not too much self-reflection.
i disagree.. theres loads of it.. DJRD is about the confusion of two people who are charming and addicted to the danger / crime of love.. "we are two serpents in the grass." and the last track, the silky veils of ardor, is advice from jonis mouth to our ears. schoolgirls dont fall in love with boys because like summer stars they twinkle at night and are gone at daybreak.. that feel.
cottage-ground,
vegetable gardens around the cottages
The landscape
wordsworth is standing on top of a cliff looking down on the chasm and the 'wild secluded scene' thats cut off from the world around him.. valley of the lost
these steep and lofty cliffs,
hes far away from tintern abbey - the abbey itself never appears in the poem
with the length Of five long winters
five years have passed since he was in the original state hes trying to recapture
WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY,
the poem was really addressed to his sister, we are kind of his secondary audience; like we're overhearing him addressing her
Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake.
:)
i?? might be in love with william wordsworth's ghost??? no, to me his spirit lives on.. anyway.. this place i havent been to, but its almost like a place that exists in a heavenly, cosmic space -- i have no beautiful equivalent of tintern abbey/ the wye valley, but that doesnt seem to matter. its really not.. the concerte place. rationally i know hes addressing his sister, but .. i think hes moreso addressing the universal sister. dare i say woman in general? dare i say he foresaw me, the wearied young person, whose light still (supposedly) lives on in my eyes, and my spirit is still not yet tarnished by bitter old age and experience...? he somehow foresaw it. the prophetic, psychic powers of the poet.
on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together
wordsworth and i standing together on the cosmic stream of timeless space, and he with his healing words.. hes right, i will remember this .. probably forever.. and if i shoudl forget, he wont leave me, and neither will nature with her love of Me.. i havent deserted her, i swear, just been a drifter lately.
my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while 120 May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!
hes talking to me ;_;
A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, 100 A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.
its beautiful and i dont totally comprehend it.. but maybe i will when im older. maybe, no definitely, i need to experience nature to figure out what the sad, quiet music of humanity and all living things is. because i have no idea. i see the word as entirely mechnical, and harsh and grating, which WW says the world is not. i dont know if i believe him, but.. in the part of my heart that still remembers what joy feels like, what sensation feels like, i know such a stirring spirit has room to captivate and live. maybe its just asleep and needs to be woken up.
That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
i miss being able to feel things without judging them, or engaging with them really, just taking them in. i was only able to do that in hte early parts of my childhood.
their glad animal movements all gone by,
im afraid of wasting my youth to this all encompassing depression and this aimlessness. i really am the man running away from everything that he fears. i want to find my moment of pleasure, and my food for future years. im still crying!!! LIKE A FUCKING BABY
In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light;
:( i feel this.. and im crying agian.
To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight 40 Of all this unintelligible world Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul:
this made me dissolve into tears.... i feel his pain.... i just started crying... the world is senseless and hard to understand, and i have very seldom felt those moments where pure affection and love guide me, and joy lifts me out of the din and the harshness of the worlds pressure. without being too lofty, its a depressing world and this moved me..
vagrant dwellers
there is also a vagrant old man in resolution, the poem. wordsworth had a wandering soul?
REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR
some background: ww visites the wye valley and the ruins of tintern abbey with his sister; he originally went in his twenties, and the picture he has mentally of it is somewhat different than how its layed out before him. the poem is a meditation, a way to reconcile and figure out the diferences in both pictures. the past, present, and future are discussed. his sister is an 'intermediary' to speculate about the future.
ther gifts Have followed, for such loss,
though hes lost his youth and the simpler, more enthralling pleasures that come with being a young man, he doesnt miss or mourn for those earlier feelings; other presents have been bestowed on him with old age
he fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart,
wordsworth thought that in his day there was too much din messing up the clarity of mans thought and his discriminatory faculties
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb The wild green landscape
so its liek a wash of green, this landscape
an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation
the emotion which the poetry is based upon isnt the original way you felt beholding whatever it was; its like a copy of the original emotion.. the "fading coal". youre trying to caption the feeling before it goes away. similar to a song
a species of reaction
deliberately using scientific language
to be affected more than other men by absent things as if they were present;
refers to imagination, a word that was just coming into existence udring this time
a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him
"narcissistic optimist" - who is happy with the way he goes about life, full of his own emotions and passions -- and wanting to spread them to other people
m?—He is a man speaking to men
literally people of the male persuasion, not mankind ing eneral, despite dorothy wordsworth being his sort of muse
from their rank in society and the sameness and narrow circle of their intercourse, being less under the influence of social vanity, they convey their feelings and notions in simple and unelaborated expressions.
bc rural people are not part of the conventions of the artistocracy/the upper classes, they communicate their connection to nature more immediately. it follows that their language, the way they speak, is the best way to connect to our basic passions & emotions -- which are the most directly connected to nature
in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language
agricultural metaphor
Humble and rustic life
they have a greater connection to nature, and therefore a greater sense of how to remain connected to ones fellow man
we associate ideas in a state of excitement.
david hartley's theory that we associate different instances with each other when we're children, and whether these are valid or not, they stay linked until adulthood -- this is how we grow into irrational beings.. hartley was a pre-freudian philosopher/psychologist
rapid communication of intelligence
hes referring to the penny post of the time, but this applies to today too
especially so at the present day.
in order to learn to be stimulated without traumatic situations or violent situations, an effect is being able to connect with ones fellow man much better..
this capability
one can get excited without instigation or false stimulation
the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
voodoo magic
between this, and the Biographer and Historian, there are a thousand
ask professor long to explain this because i dont understand - wouldnt ah istorian have more immediate access to facts, testimony, firsthand documents etc. to reveal the truth? although poets appeal to universal passions, maybe biographers/hstorians appeal to a preconceived bias depending onw hos reading the work.
tribunal
a court of justice. ie a war crimes tribunal or a national security tribunal or a petty theft tribunal or a .. robbery tribunal. lol
do more nearly resemble the passions produced by real events, than anything
think what hes saying is that poets can feel things that arent there, and might make up these powerful sentiments, and they feel them more authentically than actual men who go through the blunt of the event. the imaginary feelings from absent forces are genuine, whereas real men cannot (yet) achieve that level of resonance...
habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them
this is the job of artists, to create beauty where there is none, or where it is lacking.
exult
to be ecstatic or jubilant about. i was right in my original definitino lol. i guess these poets take joy in tearing down poets who use language similar to that of prose.
the time is approaching when the evil will be systematically opposed, by men of greater powers,
this could all apply to today honestly ith some minor technical changes. i really like the sentiment about intelligence providing hourly gratification moresteadilythan outrageous and sensational distractions. c'est vrai.
in order to furnish food for fickle tastes, and fickle appetites, of their own creation
damn hunty go off.. i feel dragged. hes targeting intellectuals whose appetites , as he says, crave an idea today and another tomorrow, who pick and choose the ideas that sound good/reflect the best taste. (hence why i feel mega dragged..)
others will be carefully exclude
yeah ive always thought this. the elitism of certain ideas
apprises
appraises - to put a value upon, or to esteem highly. hm
oems so materially different from those upon which general approbation is at present bestowed
wordsworth is an anomaly in the historical context of when these poems were released.
approbation
thought this means approval and im right :-)
and not unimportant in the quality, and in the multiplicity of its moral relation
unclear- the poems would have an effect on the morality and types/kinds of morality amon gpeople who read them?
a Poet may rationally endeavour to impart
the job of the poet is to awaken 'vivid sensation' in the average man
The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee
jesus died for my sins..... so why should i care about mother nature.. i presume..
this whole poem is about the body and the five senses being unable to feel the intangible, and feeling trapped in, i hate this term, the flesh prison. feeling like your spirit is unbounded and transcends the flesh that encases.
Blown
like glass blowing
consumed with the earth
everything must decompose and die along with the dirt etc.
TERZAH
tirzah is the capital of north israel, and the mother of the mortal body with its limited senses (book)
In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
the foe ate the fruit that grew because of wrath and anger.. and it killed him, apparently. i dont know if the dude deserved it. seems like wrath promotes murder of others, whether or not their life 'deserves' (ugh, i hate using this term) to be eliminated.. (that sounds so sterile)..
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
dont internalize hate
Bound and weary,
babys just born and is already bound by mind-manacles (reference to London)
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
reference to greek mythology in which gods would appear to mortals disguised in clouds
The gods of the earth and sea Sought through nature to find this tree, But their search was all in vain: There grows one in the human Brain.
maybe the gods wanted to cut down the tree because its the cause of all suffering, or because they wanted to figure out how the cycle of cruelty works.. but yeah, damn, said that out loud, bc it means we create our own humility/suffering/deceit.
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
we would rather swallow a spoonful of honey (lies) than the less tasty fruit of facing cruel truth.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT
the flipside - the other janus face - of The Divine Image in SOI
Tiger, tiger,
honestly could be attressed to someone he hates, or awful people in general -- how can there be good loving sweet people and awful villains in the world (ie trump :|)
thought is life
i think therefore ia m
his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
a possessive destructive sort of love
Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
they waste their youth
Babes should never hunger there
sociopolitical commentary, that a place well developed and with natural beauty shouldnt deprive babies of food and let them starve and die
To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.
the pebble is nihilistic and bitter; maybe bc its among so many other pebbles along the brook. anyway, it sees love as imprisonment and capture; of creating pain where theres originally happiness...
But for another gives it ease, And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.
the clod of clay -- whos been trampled on, whos had it rough, has an oddly optimistic, hopeful view of what love can do. LOVE restores another person, makes life easier for them, makes a happy place in a dark place.
CLOD
clod of dirt?
the father of the ancient men
this is a cosmic figure invented by blake; "urizen" later named. he associates sexual desire/other manly passions with moral bondage; he restricts the mind
ANSWER
exlpaining why she cant "renew the fallen light" (book)
Starry jealousy
she feels imprisoned because the earth is a stable thing. and the universe is infinite. shes jealous of the stars, but the irony is theyre fixed somewhere else too
darkness dread and drear
alliteration-creates a sense of depression, or at least of warmth escaping
EARTH’SANSWER
earths answer to the bard asking why she turns away
Till our grief is fled an gone
commentary is: loving god > ridding oneself of grief. your pain causes god pain
Weeping tear on infant’s tear?
an unusually sad, grieving (? not grieving) poem for SOI.
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, And thy Maker is not by
god is like santa.. he sees when youre sleeping, hekn ows when youre awake. and he feels everything you feel becuase youre like his baby; so if u cry he feels bad.
Hear the woes that infants bear
literally, the infants crying, but also.. the future woes that the infants will have to bear (carry) on their backs as they grow up and life presses upon their shoulders
Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled
rhetorical question
but two days old
i think it implies that joy is shortlived, and sorrow/pain are sure to come, and that joy only remains in infancy..
NURSE’SSONG
its pretty straightforward. its like the orchard green or whatever its called, one of the first poems -- but from the pov of a nurse sitting inside looking at the kids
cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
make sure you pity the less fortunate or else the guardian angel wont do shit for you, basically.. recompense for acting morally.
Thames waters flow
the only remaining visible river in london
high dome of Paul’s
st pauls cathedral
be like him, and he will then love me
christianity teaches its disciples to be in the image of god, to replicate how He is, because he is the ultimate human to their eyes.. and that is the path to gods love in the afterlife (and now too of course)
When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy
go to heaven in the form of lambs
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love
we are put on this earth for a short time and must promulgate love in that time
White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
racist as fuk...
Are ready for rest, And sport no more seen On the darkening green.
yea this sounds kinda ominous to end on lmao they definitely dead.. eerie barren green
And our sports have an end
the sports = the games have to come to an end, but 'sport' also means young boys/kids, and their lives are gonna end soon.. premature death or eventual.
Does laugh away care
this is a moment of carefree happiness for him but also it might be concealing what hes struggling with on a day to day basis
The merry bells ring
the bells of the church wake up the town, wake up birds n shit who harmonize to them, the church is like .. a part of the happy soundtrack of this pastoral place
LONDON
comprehensive poem about the degeneration of london overall; social criticisms are all found in this poem, which is standalone; doesnt have a counterpart in songs of innocence
blights with plagues the marriage-hearse
a married man would go out and have sex with prostitutes, contract an STI, and then go home and have sex with his wife, pass the disease on to her, and she would give birth to infected babies
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
can be interpreted as making the baby cry OR as the harlot passing an STI on to her baby
he youthful harlot’s curse
shes yelling out in the street
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
the palace, a symbol of monarchy and luxury, obscures the war that it accommodates and subjugates soldiers to
mind-forged manacles
the church fastens mental chains around people through religious practice
ban,
a religious proclamation, or a marriage proclamation here
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
mark has three definitions: 1) to notice, 2) signs, 3) to mark as if with a pen.. the narrator could be putting marks of weakness on people as he passes by. bc hes cynical and sees things negatively
chartered Thames
human society has modified the river so its no longer a simple natural river
chartered
a document issued by the crown to allow something to exist/be built
And the caterpillar and fly Feed on the Mystery
they feed on the corpses; the church has propagated and been responsible for much death
the fruit of Deceit,
allusion to the fruit of knowledge eaten by adam/eve
Mystery
religious mysteries
Humility
the only reason you need humility is because religion affords you with self righteous religious pride.. "holy fears"
human form divine
god made into a human figure who takes the form of a heavenly figure
human form divine
god made in mans image
And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty
the question the SOI version doesnt ask is: why are these children living in poverty?
son
sun
beadles
neighborhood watchperson prior to london police force being established; civilian who carried a white staff
HOLYTHURSDAY
a holiday in which orphans were paraded in front of everyone @ the church
heath
open, uncultivated land in britain (usually) -- has heather plants , gorse (whatever that is), coarse grasses. hampstead heath?
never want joy
joy is seen as an indulgence, a vice. also this is really .. mean? like this kid is told by an angel to not hope to be happy.
THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER
sinister view; the bard is now speaking
gone to praise God and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery
religion makes an excuse for childrens oppression.. his parents are praying to a god who has created the illusion of this heaven after a miserable life.
THECHIMNEY-SWEEPER
the speaker is optimistic; the perspective is from an innocent optimistic one. that theres light at the end of the tunnel for all those who toil
So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
god will save you in the afterlife .. after u die .. if u do ur duty in life and be miserable and slave away..
it seems a thing endued with sense:
so a little idea im not 100% undertsnading -- in order to make the rock/sea-beast thing/man thing work.. the rock needs to gain some sentience, right. the sea-beast needs to lose osme of its animation/its life/organic qualities, as does the man, for htem to be equally mysterious yet autonomous, possessed of a power that allows them mobility and consciousness. AND: the great context of this: the ability to compare the 3 unlike things calls upon the power of the imagination, which was a central tool/theme of ww's poetry... apparently his "theory of imagination" according to the book.
Him
refers to robert burns who also died early and was an unrecognized poet
Chatterton
chatterton was a young boy poet who OD'd on drugs (probably suicide); wrote poems under the guise of a 'monk he discovered'; his work went unnoticed by literary critics when he was alive, but WW hailed him as a boy genius of sorts.. and he was an importnat figure for the romantic poets.
a Man
so turns out this guy was someone wordsworth really knew and his account came from the guys description of himself.
the lonely place, The old Man's shape, and speech—all troubled me: In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently
he sees the way the old mans pends his time as dreary, lonely, a plodding mundane waste.. and at the end begs of god, dont let me turn out like this -- remember this old man, once distinguished, who now spends his time so pathetically, and let me be secure enough to never turn into such a lunatic.. my interpretation.
Cheerfully uttered
the man senses the narrators discomfort and changes his tone/the subject, trying to lighten the mood..
But they have dwindled long by slow decay; Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may
arrange whatever pieces come your way. -- caity, the set deisgner who follows me on instagram.
though the waters have receded over time, he still seeks out pools to stir and find his disgusting leeches in.
And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream;
corroborates the theory its wordsworth meeting himself... or some god in the form of this old man
God's good help, by choice or chance;
hes transient
Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men; a stately speech
this still suggests that its a future wordsworth, or someone whos the faint future ghost of wordsworth bc he later becomes a member of the english govt as the stamp collector dude, and his pol. views are pretty conservative -- and also hes a poet so he Good With Words.
This is a lonesome place for one like you
the old man might say the same to him, a youthful dude.
yet-vivid eyes.
its funny because this old man is otherwise very withered suggesting hes bitter, or drawn out of life, but his eyes are bright, and "flash", so theres some life and joie de vivre left yet... some purpose.
that moorish flood
thepond lake thing
sickness felt by him in times long past
this guy is a prediction of how wordsworth thinks hell turn outdue to the ...sickness and selfish nature of life.. that eventually hell turn old and gray and be crushed by age and wont have a resource for happiness like he feels now, this pure enjoyment of nature/animals
Like a sea-beast crawled forth,
simile
could thither come, and whence;
i think he means a literal stone thats on a mountain and its inexplicable how it got there, and so its the object of wonder/speculation
peculiar grace,
by gods grace, a heavenly force
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
hes kind of predicting what happens to him irl, he loses access to the beauty of his past bc its not an infinite bank of memories, and his work (many believe) begins to decline as his fame grows. and he becomes poet laureate of england.
But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
other people will npot plant and harvest your farm for you. you need to do something, some searching and take initiative on ur own, otherwhise, what gives you (this is attacking me specifically) the right to claim other peoples love??
Far from the world I walk, and from all care; But there may come another day to me— Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.
so he acknowledges that hte beauty of the present is only temporary, and sufferig eventually awaits him,as it does for all creatures.. right now he is in solitude away from the chaos of humanity..
As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low
fuck, he who knows the greatest joy also experiences the most rich sorrow.
as happy as a boy
he uses beauty now to jog his memory of things he loved during his childhood, or things tht happened.. the present is sort of palliative, it acts as a poultice for the modern despair of being.. a man in industrializing london
My old remembrances went from me wholly
the worryng past flits from his mind as he is fully in the present
all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy
mankind as depressing and self interested, and he wants to get away from it all, so hes traveling on the 'moor', whatever that is.
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
aw, the mist is personified as a friend who moves and keeps her company
plashy earth
plashy is onomatopoeia for a puddle being slapped agaijst
There was a roaring in the wind all night;
relevant literally thiswas california 2 days ago
he sees no good in a life which is spent innursing his disease to the neglect of his customary employment;
argument against ayurvedics and homeopathic medicine and proponent of scientific cures and medications that are instantaneous but maybe less quote unquote natural. why lower class people cant afford natural remedies and organic shit thats healing and decalcifies your pineal gland and clears your third eye or something lmao
valetudinarian
people who are way anxious about their health, maybe germophobes, complain at the slightest headache/fever.. sound familiar? (why do it hink of estee immediately lmao. my brain is so weird. )
Is not that still more disgraceful
wow socrates really disdains lawyers. no wonder the disgusted way plato paints the lawyers/courts of athens in the apology.
not know wherein the world he is
lol
prolixity
wordiness
f he exceeds, he is to be deemed guilty ofcoarseness and bad taste.
this is so puritan and dumb. i made a face
pleasure
this is hella true .. me when i get drunk and stumble into a bush. true story actually happened RIP
We would not have our guardiansgrow up amid images of moral deformity, as in some noxious pasture, and the-re browse and feed upon many a baneful herb and flower day by day, little bylittle, until they silently gather a festering mass of corruption in their own soul
argument for the creation of a good citizen and good 'guardians' (political leaders and the like); they cant grow up in a landscape of moral decay via art that celebrates vice and indecency. i think this whole thing is rather pednatic and extreme.. and reading about rhythms and meters so much is a bit boring. snooze. ah well.. i do like the nice epithets he proclaims about music , that grace/lack of grace are controleld by good or bad rhythms. thats a nice poetic sentiment.. and its funny because he hates poets yet says poetic things quite a lot.
indolence
avoidance of activity..being a lazy motherfucker.aka millennials :-)
stamps the stony law to dust,
he breaks the stone with 10 commandments inscribed upon it
ten commandments
so this fallen, gloomy king is god.. or jesus. watching the wasteland of his.. well he fellfrom the infinite i guess? im not really clear on this passage/what happened here from a narrative point
promulgates
to promote an idea
he ruins
the literal crashing and burning of the monarchy (castles and kings and the whole nine yards..)
hoary
gray or white. in this context it means the element of oldness, of old and antiquated tradition being driven out by the fiery newborn democrat revolution. i think. makes sense given the historical context of the romantic poets, who declared themselves revolutinoaries intentionally..
calumniate
to slander or make defamatory remarks about a person
till the body was left a helpless trunk;
what the fuck my dude. cannibalistic monkeys? i guess this is a symbolic representation of humanity when it reaches ulro (hell); primitive n unruled
whose works are only Analytics
hes equating the bible with aristotles analytics i suppose.
clime
a region assoc w its weather
tempest
violent n windy storm
antediluvians
dating back before the biblical flood; oldfashioned
God only acts and is in existing beings or men
throws plao on his head forreal