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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, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and 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?


this is one of the first poems i heard. in cj during a lit lecture. it's one of my favourite poems by william blake. please go rent the dangerous lives of altar boys. nothing about blasphemy here. it's about the coming-of-age and things we probably would have done in our angsty years. do we really know when to 'get real'? what is 'real' to us? can we judge, by the sad, sob episodes of our lives just so we can classify ourselves as pathetic and therefore need to be saved? are we merely living in a world of illusions and self-delusion, whilst convinced that what we have is truly, real? don't worry. it's not some deep film that i've watched and trying to bring out the depth in its supposed avant gardeness. it's very funny (especially kieran culkin (macaulay culkin's younger brother) who is a dead ringer for my classmate luke, and in many ways the character reminds me of luke.) and quite exciting at some parts. especially poignant when francis (emile hirsch, what jack black may look like when he was young. and thin.) read The Tiger at the end. you'll enjoy it.


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