Biography Blake

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In the year with Blake there was an attack of some strange illness, which consisted in severe malaise, weakness and feverish tremor, and he felt that he had not left for long. Here is what he wrote about this in a letter to one of his friends: “I visited the very gate of death and returned from there a decrepit, weak old man, with difficulty moving my legs, but my spirit did not become weaker from this, and the imagination is paler.

The more weak, the stupid, mortal body, the stronger my spirit and imagination, which live forever.” Flaxman is no longer there, many others passed away, and soon we have to go after them to where the eternal monastery has been prepared for each of us. And then we will get rid of the false truths and ideas that the goddess of nature inspired us, dictating our earthly laws, and gain the true freedom of the spirit, so that each of us will become our own king and priest.

God gives us freedom when we are still on earth, but we use it only in heaven. "It is believed that Blake’s fate was very difficult, even tragic, but he himself perceived his life completely differently and did not see anything tragic in it. My creations in those days were the subject of admiration and study of the celestials." Blake was sure that he had lived a happy life.

The years that he was released on earth was engaged in his favorite thing, and next to him was a woman whom he loved and who was a constant source of his inspiration. Once, just a few months before his death, when he enthusiastically worked on illustrations for Dante's Divine Comedy, he suddenly interrupted his work and said, addressing his wife: “Listen, Kate, I would like to write your portrait.” But do not change clothes and preen - stay the way you are.

Ah, Kate, you have always been to me the ideal of a woman and my guardian angel. Blake lived joyfully and, paradoxically sounds, was joyfully dying - with a song on the lips, in the literal sense of the word. A few days before his death, he composed several chants for the glory of the creator, and, lying on his deathbed, inspiredly performed them with an unexpectedly stronger voice.

They seemed to Katherine so beautiful and melodic that she got up and came closer to the bed to better hear how he sings. The singing of her husband, who was leaving from her into endless eternity, was unusually beautiful, and the melody of exalted and harmonious. And then Blake, gazing at her gently, said: “My love is not my songs, these are the songs of my immortal soul, my immortal soul.” And then he told her that they would never part, that their souls would be, as before, to constantly communicate and that he will always be nearby to protect her.

In the memoirs of another close friend of Blake, we read: “After a pause, he said that he was going to the country that he dreamed of seeing all his life, and therefore dies happy, hoping for the salvation of the soul and the eternal bliss in the world is different. A few minutes before his death, his face lit up with his gleam, and he spun about the paradise, which was in his visions so many times.” His eyes shone with joy, his face was happy and enlightened: he returned to heaven from which he was seized by the Lord for seventy years of his earthly life.

Mrs. Blake really seemed that her Will was somewhere nearby, and sometimes she clearly heard his voice - as if he was calling her from another room. Nevertheless, longing for her husband soon brought her into the grave. The death of Blake was almost not seen by anyone. Those who were familiar with his work or with him personally - and there were few of them - they considered him a gifted person, although undoubtedly crazy.

All the drawings, engravings and unpublished works of her husband and there were such a huge number that they would have left Tatet to the good hundred volumes of volumes, who did not stop friendly relations with her, who were ready to print only to print. But Tapem, belonged to the so -called Irvishtsky Church and branded Blake's creative heritage as “inspired by the devil” and burned everything to the ground in two days.

But a strange thing: at the same time, that time is the author of the excellent Blake biography, in which he writes with admiration about his elevated and flexible mind, about his wonderful gift to conduct a deep and fascinating conversation, about his vast and versatile knowledge. If Tapem understood what a huge mistake he makes, taking the right to dispose of the fate of brilliant creations that belong not to him alone, but to all of humanity, then he would not dare to destroy them, and today we would have the opportunity to read Blake's works as the essay “On the perception of the book of Genesis by a Christian visionary”, which is accidentally preserved by its depths and originality, or “Long Book.

The radiance "about the aesthetic and philosophical problems of art, also representing a very great interest, or many poems and poems, even whose names have not been preserved. And how many beautiful watercolors and engravings we will never see!