Who's UrizenIn William’s crisp mandala Urizen asymmetrically stoops
Laying duality on the world, cleaving philosophers’ minds, inspiring theologians to settle scores, he undoes the unity of chaos splitting it to bits like chips to feed the dogs of wars
Reaching down, this buff, man-like self curiously in his prime with old head coiffed white raked by wind gusting furiously through heaven’s open door, Urizen bends to scribe a zero with his compass, leaving nothing out, including all
From his plush but sanguinary perch He loads the dark with That and This There and Here, Was and Is, tendering to Man the dubious consciousness of Bliss, propping all its characters to fallby Jim Culleny3/30/14Graphic: Ancient of Days, by William Blake"I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire." —Daniel 7:9