I started reading Blake's poetry a few days ago. His early stuff is, I'm sure, interesting to a crowd. But I thought it was typical, boring 18th century prettywordgarble. Then I got to The Marriage of Heaven and Hell and, lemme tell ya, something done pissed that guy off all of a sudden. I just finished the part where he said he had dinner with Isaiah and Ezekiel (from the Bible) and they told him there was no god. He wrote that part in the style of his biggest influence who he had recently dismissed as crazy, and wanted to satirize him. His poetry now rocks.

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