I think this is an excellent edition of Blake's work. Although the title says "William Blake's Complete Illuminated Works" I have to state here that there are many other, mostly unpublished, paintings and illuminated printings of Blake, but this book has all the most known of Blake's Works and some of the lesser known: All Religions are one, There is no Natural Religion, The Book of Thel, Songs of Innocence and Experience, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Visions of The Daughters of Albion, America a Prophecy, Europe a Prophecy, The Song of Los, The Book of Urizen, The Book of Ahania, The Book of Los, Milton a Poem, The gates of Paradise, Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion, On Homers Poetry and On Virgil, The Ghost of Abel, including some variants of some plates. Almost all of the plates are reproduced in the original size with extreme quality. I only regret that they are all black-and-white printings, because the fiery, vivid colours used by Blake make them even more fantastic than they seem in this book. Despite being quite unknown in Portugal I consider William Blake to be one of the greatest artists of all time. His writing is poetic, dream-like, speaking of mythical places with their pathetic gods, angels, gigantic eagles and serpents, and a beautiful Satan teaching knowdlege and poetry: a strange realm that is supposed to be an esoteric version of our own reality. Blake's age was a revolutionary turmoil in every way, just like our end of century, and we can see that in his powerful writing. There was a French revolution that forewarned of a new age and the fall from grace of the powerful ancient lords who ruled the people with an iron hand, the american colonies burst out of the chains of their European masters and new wonders of science marvelled the peoples. Blake sings violently of the strength of Freedom within every free spirit and despises those who believe in a God that made the world a sad, ghastly cage for men: that is Urizen, an old blind and selfish Tyrant-god, destined to fall at the end of Time, consumed in its own weaknesses and emptiness. Blake is an ancient bard singing of Nature's pleasures against the new religions stupid grimness. Only Joy and Happiness are Holy. Imagination is the souls' ultimate voice. What can I say of the paintings? In fact there is no separation between images and words, which intertwine themselves in an awesome mystical graphic story. His style is incredibly detailed: you will find very small drawings of eagles, beasts, lizards and men everywhere, chaising things, trying to reach each other or running in chaotic terror. I think this is the real stuff that dreams and nightmares are made of. No reason, no explaining, just pure unhuman sorcery drowning your mortal senses. In a certain way, Blake preceded surrealism, comics and even caricatures. David Erdman exibits great scholarship in explaining the symbolic meanings of the images and the strange gods and beings painted in the plates. Believe me, he comments every minor detail. But I think that for those like me who still don't know much about Blake's works, he could well have done a small chapter explainig the events and entities portrayed in Blake's stories in a more general view, instead of doing small, dispersed references to it. I also leave here an advise for other Blake entusiasts: the latest album of Bruce Dickinson (IronMaiden's former vocalist), "The Chemical Wedding" is one great album and is entirely inspired in Blake's work. Just listen to the magical music in your ears! Blake's ideology reaches deep into your mind, revealing men's strongest and deadliest desires. Man may be jailed within cells of iron or gold, but he is still free to dream. I pity those that forgot even how to dream, because for them Liberty is forever lost in the shadows of disbelief: "Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. The road of excels leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly maid courted by Incapacity. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own winges. Shame is Prides cloke. Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. And all this Vegetable World appeared on my left Foot as a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold: I stooped down & bounded it on to walk forward thro' Eternity."
16th of April, 1999