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Wednesday, 24 January 2007


The song History by The Verve starts:

I wandered lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames does flow,
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run from.

In every man, in every hand,
In every kiss you understand
That living is for other men.
I hope you do understand:

I’ve gotta tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed.
I hope you understand,
These feelings should not be in the man.

These lyrics are loosely based on William Blake’s London:

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear

Martyn Smith of Old Roads writes of a literary trip to London: which he has entitled Traveling with Henry James: Consciousness and Association. Smith seems to see the history of London, lurking in the present and makes some some interesting comparisons with other writers, besides for Henry James and Blake, such as Wordsworth.

Posted by bigblue on 24/01/2007 at 05:24 AM
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