Dear Joe:

I enjoyed reading your second post as well. It is not only the form of your writing, the way you separate sentences so to create emphasis, for example. It is also the theme that fascinates me. This is why I am interested in reading anything you write. Your theme is unearthing the truth, seeing into the darkness, seeing all; not pretending, not faking so to appear this or that. These are my passions.

You draw owls because they look into the darkness and they see what is there. They don’t sleep when it is dark or they don’t pretend the darkness is not there. peacocks with their many eyes, again, seeing. I want to open the link you posted and will do it by tomorrow.

A combination of writing and illustrating, in a book to be published by you someday, that seems to me like a reasonable aspiration. It seems to me that you do have what it takes to produce such a creation and it will be beautiful and ugly and wise with lots of eyes…

As to the poem about The Tiger by William Blake, I googled it and want to study it (my vocabulary is limited, for one)- again, will need to do it later.

anita

The Tiger (for later study):

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?