Allen Ginsberg on William Blake’s Europe continues from here
“Go! tell the human race that Woman’s love is Sin; That an Eternal life awaits the worms of sixty winters/ In an allegorical abode where existence hath never come” – (Pie-in-the-sky when you die. That’s (what that’s) about)/
“Forbid all Joy, & from her childhood shall the little female/ Spread nets in every secret path./ My weary eyelids draw towards the evening, my bliss is yet but new!”
There’s an interesting note on Plate 11 (in Erdman’s The Illuminated Blake) related to that. Yeah, the woman or woman queens bowing down and sort of sceptering the 1800 years of Urizenic Christianity. In other words, the same woman that has been talked about, or that symbolic woman that’s been talked about, is perhaps illustrated there, bowing down to Papal superstition. So these apparently angelic women with little snakes issuing from the bottoms of their garments, are the ones that it’s their imagination or their secrecy that has created the Papal monster. Page 169. Plate 11. Got it? Them’s the Mary Virgin gals, and that’s the 1800 years – the dream of Enitharmon separated from Los, while Los and imagination sleep. That’s one notion.
“Arise O Rintrah” – (Wrath) – ” … eldest born” – (Eldest born to Los) – .”…second to none but Orc” – (Well, Orc – revolution, Rintrah- wrath, the anger).
“O lion Rintrah raise thy fury form thy forests black:/Bring Palamabron horned priest, skipping upon the mountains” – (Pity. “Pity would be no more/If we did not make somebody poor.”) – “Bring Palamabron horned priest, skipping upon the mountains:/And silent Elynittra the silver bowed queen” – (Elynittra, I think, is the tolerant wife) – “Rintrah where hast thou hid thy bride?/Weeps she in desart shades?/Alas my Rintrah! bring the lovely jealous Ocalythron” – (Ocalythron is the Emanation of Rintrah, wrath, and she is the jealous wife. Silent Elynitria, “the silver bowed queen.” “Rintrah where hast thou hid thy bride!/… bring the lovely jealous” wife. (“jealous Ocalythron”, Ocalythron) – “Arise my son! bring all thy brethren O thou kind of fire” – (Orc, also. She’s talking of the king of fire – Orc) – “Prince of the sun I see the with thy innumerable race:/Thick as the summer stars:/But each ramping his golden mane shakes,/And thine eyes rejoice because of strength O Rintrah furious king”
to be continued