Friday, November 28, 2008

Classic Scrooge | And William Blake

I bet that's the first time those names have been seen together.

Some quick notes to log on, and a video and poem. How's that for a combination? Not a lot of good going on in the world at the moment. There are good things happening all the time that we don't hear about.. and as they say, "there's that". The saddest weird story(so far) of the season is the Wal Mart worker who was trampled to death by shoppers this morning(no I'm not making that up).

I've had a pretty good Thanksgiving all in all. Lot's to eat and drink. Lot's to be thankful for.
Obviously, not much Blogging done in the last few days, and I was even off today. BUT, I managed to get all the outside Christmas decorations up in the last few days. Pretty good for a lazy agnostic don't you think?

I love the Christmas season but for me it's more a celebration with the ancients and the pagans(Winter Solstice) as it is with the christian aspect of it.

We watched my favorite old Christmas Carol video tonight with Alistair Sim as Scrooge(the colorized version). Here's one scene with "Ignorance" and Want":



And here's William Blake with a somewhat related declaration from The Four Zoas:


"..It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements,
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan;
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast;
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies' house;
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children,
While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.

Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill,
And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field
When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead.

It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.
-William Blake


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