Lyric-Scroll 026 : London by William Blake: Where the Streets Are Paved with Sighs, Smoke, and Social Rot
A Poem Where Babies Cry, Prostitutes Curse, and Even the Thames Has Morally Checked Out ABS Believes:Blake didn’t just walk through London—he did a mental autopsy on its conscience.An unreal city doesn’t need CGI—it just needs indifference, smog, and well-dressed despair. Blake the Visionary: Prophet in a Sewer-Cloaked City William Blake was that guy who […]