Blake seeks to provide the Golden String which can lead us through the labyrinth of our experience or his own poetry.

Monday, December 16, 2013


Kathleen Raine in Blake and Tradition views Enion as matter without soul or intellect. She explains:
"Enion, one might say, is pure quantity, as distinct from quality which she can only reflect from soul, intellect, life, since matter may be said to possess, as such, a quantitative existence, and quantity without any qualities can only be imagined as a vanishing point, 'on the margin of non-entity,' as Blake says...Nature (Vala) is a system of sensible appearances; matter (Enion) is the invisible something or nothing beneath nature's veil." Page 292


Enion withdraws from Tharmas her masculine counterpart but he follows and becomes 'ensnared in matter's 'filmy woof'. Putting the situation into abstract terms Raine states: "the divine principle in the modern world is dead, so Blake implies, and philosophic materialism is its tomb."
Yale Center for British Art
Plate 96

Blake in the account of Tharmas and Enion is describing the uneasy division between spirit and matter. Matter seeking independence wanders away from her spiritual essence. He cannot go where she has gone but endlessly seeks and follows her. Although she is not willing to return, she constantly mourns the loss of all that gave her life meaning. Matter becomes manifest in multiple forms which have lives of their own. The process cannot be reversed but must complete a cycle until matter and spirit can be reunited by a death and resurrection. 

Four Zoas, Night I, Page 5, (E 302) 
"Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his innocent head
And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime        
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.     Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer

So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse
In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Woof
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve
She counted. every vein & lacteal threading them among
Her woof of terror. Terrified & drinking tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights Sleepless her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate. & not  
As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept

Nine days she labourd at her work. & nine dark sleepless nights
But on the tenth trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Complete
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd"

Four Zoas, Night IX, Page 132, (E 400)
"A dolorous groan & from the dolorous groan in tears
Rose Enion like a gentle light & Enion spoke saying

O Dreams of Death the human form dissolving companied
By beasts & worms & creeping things & darkness & despair 
The clouds fall off from my wet brow the dust from my cold limbs
Into the Sea of Tharmas Soon renewd a Golden Moth
I shall cast off my death clothes & Embrace Tharmas again
For Lo the winter melted away upon the distant hills
And all the black mould sings. She speaks to her infant race her milk
Descends down on the sand. the thirsty sand drinks & rejoices
Wondering to behold the Emmet the Grasshopper the jointed worm
The roots shoot thick thro the solid rocks bursting their way
They cry out in joys of existence. the broad stems
Rear on the mountains stem after stem the scaly newt creeps
From the stone & the armed fly springs from the rocky crevice 
The spider. The bat burst from the hardend slime crying
To one another what are we & whence is our joy & delight
Lo the little moss begins to spring & the tender weed
Creeps round our secret nest. Flocks brighten the Mountains
Herds throng up the Valley wild beasts fill the forests 

Joy thrilld thro all the Furious form of Tharmas humanizing
Mild he Embracd her whom he sought he raisd her thro the heavens
Sounding his trumpet to awake the Dead on high he soard
Over the ruind worlds the smoking tomb of the Eternal Prophet"
Luke 12
[19] And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
[20] But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided?
[21] So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.
[22] And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on.
[30] For all these things do the nations of the world seek after: and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.
[31] But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you.
[32] Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.


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