The Loss Of Everything Is Only A Material Disaster

Fig. 1. William Blake - Fire, c. 1805


'To overcome difficulties is to experience the full delight of existence'

Arthur Schopenhauer

There, Where Art Is No Longer A Consumer Product*

Fig. 1. Tadeusz Kantor - The Dead Class, 1975

The Echoing Green

The sun does arise
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
And welcome the spring;
The skylark and thrush
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bell's cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.

Old John with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
And soon they all say:
"Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth time were seen
On the Echoing Green."

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brother,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening green.

William Blake

* '[Theatre] searches for an ancestry deeply rooted in the past that emerges from ancient customs, ur-rituals, the practice of magic, festivities, ceremonial celebration, games, pageantry and processions, popular and street theatre, political and agit-prop theatre - it searches wherever art is no longer a consumer product but an integral component of life.'

Tadeusz Kantor

Because In This Nakedness The Spirit Finds Its Rest*

Fig. 1. Anselm Kiefer - Erotik im Fernen Osten oder: Transition from cool to warm, 1977


'As the eye, so the object.'

William Blake

* St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)

Two Portraits Of An English Spring (For Dive & Katie)

Fig. 1. John Everett Millais - Spring (Apple Blossoms), 1856-59

To Spring

Thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

William Blake

If You Find Yourself Going Through Hell, Keep Going*

Fig. 1. William Blake - Dante Running From The Three Beasts, 1824-27


'The only way round is through.'

Robert Frost

* 'If you are going through hell, keep going.' (Winston Churchill)

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