William Blake’s Lamb-like Wail (a.k.a. THE TYGER from 1794’s “Songs of Experience”)

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Blink and you’ll miss it if it ain’t implicit so…
…much as I hate to <jerk the joke>…
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I was quite pleased with the audio that I achieved for my
reading of this classic poem. It isn’t very imaginative to
choose to voice the “Tyger“ AS a tiger…. in retrospect,
I MIGHT have aimed to make him sound like a
“toothless tiger” – but I think that would have been
another “joke” largely lost – if achievable at all.

Kate Bush had to EXPLAIN that (“Uh-hurr-”) her
mum-now (blingy ? mum) mumbling on
“King of the Mountain” was an impression of Elvis.

How disappointing.

“Never complain, never explain,” said (lots of people including)  the Queen Mother.
That’s <<Grrrrrrreat !>> (<— and THAT’s a “Tony the Tiger” quote)
if you are ALREADY WHERE YOU NEED TO BE.

Hmm. Over-shot that first “still”….Still, there’s still time
to tell you that the Tiger-Print Tie is a mild rebus of
“Tie-Grr !” and might have been all I would ever
have adorned the speaker with had I stuck to my
initial impulse which was very much to :

K.I.S.S.

i.e. “Keep it Simple, Stupid”…

…hence the minimalistic “That’s All Folks !”-style rear roundette.

Probably best not to, like an amateur amator,
get awkwardly osculatory with such a beast as ‘im above
(the law of the lore)
unless he IS (a gummy-chummy)
of the decidedly toothless variety…
…or nailed (before he’s gaoled) to a Trophy Shield
as this bellowing fellow, safely,  is.

Gee Whizz !

Of course, I pegged him to a (gored- ?) board because he had no body
(“join the <club” of the clubbed>)
and it saved me the job of separately animating standard limbs.

I could skip the over-laying twitchings that I employed in
the melancholy

Unguessed Ghost Guest

So as to lessen the impact of how static his lugs are, I began
flinging distractors.

Yeah…What’s a Dis Tractor ? A J.C.B. in Hell.

The introduction of the on-going fiery theme illustrated firstly by one of  my
favourite unencumbered timber enembered snapshots which,
<<<<BAHURRRRRN THA WITCH !!!!!>>>>
with its (capped ?) peek of piqued-teak mystique,
colourfully complements the Big Cat’s Mount.

“The Tyger” (tamed) – a beau with a bow, ever-ready for (battery and)
his close-up, caught
(short ? If not distraught)
in the (head(-lining)) lamp(s) of flash photography.

I considered leaving the tie-turned-ribbon stationary, to excuse his
paralysed ear ; but elected “erasure” instead. “U2” ?

Do we divine an apt Pub Sign,
do we divine the vine and WHY
(no ?!)
the facing feline’s “legless” ?

A series of subSWIG-QUENCHed “Signs” follow.
(Hic !)
Ceaseless (Ghosts &) Wonders, huh ?

Some general prettification. It’s a combination of a camouflagey painty-splat
(that obviously needed, itself, to be COVERED-UP)
background with a Grand Old English Oak Tree.

Who here can think of ACORNy jOAK ?

Well, if  Blake’s “Jerusalem” is about Jesus going on a School Trip to
The Partly-Piratey People’s Republic of West Cornerland, I can
plant summink calmer than a conifer for this jungle-jingle-jangle.

Puny puns ? I just can’t leaf them alone.

Now we see him, now we don’t. Super purty mefinx…if not MeSphinx.

Again, faintly pretty. I enjoy the journey on the colour WhEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeel !

The next shade’s yellow and you don’t need me to “hold your hand“
(I’m NOT a Be(a/e)tle be that a VW OR a Liverpudlian) to tell you there’s
no fruit-dispute as “THIS HAND” is a hand of bananas.

“Yes, We Have No Bananas“
(LISTEN TO THE LOUIS PRIMA VERSION AT LAST.FM)
(no “Eye of the Storm” and no (demure) Aye Aye Lemur)
when we travel from
a (great big) “Hand of Bananas”
to the Eyes of (needlessly ?)
needled Potatoes.

Taste reigns so I shall refrain from mentioning Camels here, a Bible-imbiber might NOT.

This is probably the same not-very-edgy-edging that I used to bound the
border of “Knowledge of Porridge“. The still is a “frame”, a frame WITHIN
a “frame”.

Ooo ! Look ! I know about the green-screen key in Adobe Premiere Pro.
Not well enough to block-out properly and with as much adherence to
“symmetry” as Alanis Morrisette manages to “irony” in her chronic “Ironic”.

I had originally been toying with ideas about Lambs and Tigers and mirrors
(if NOT “Lions and Tigers and Bears – oh my !“)
but, as I <build as I go> those possibilities were no FURther explored than
in this single <PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS> image.

The “distant” distance here is “Distant Poplars” by Claude Monet.
I could pretend that I chose a work by this Frenchman because his
name sounds like Clawed Money.

Staying with painters, colours and the overall incendiary theme, I could also
pretend that this accidentally alighted-upon image was DELIBERATELY discovered.

It is (“Burnt) Sienna (“) Miller, stained sepia, posing, usefully with BOTH the
“Tyger” and the “chain” from the poem. Coo, Ta, Pet…

(Burnt) Sienna Miller provides the “thi(gh)” in “thine“
eventually doubling the central “i“
that is neither “me” nor “thee” to

two eyes.

The “wings” belong to a Tiger Moth. NATURE’s version is less plain than the plane.

The “terrible asp” I chose for the first half of this word is, fittingly, the
TIGER Snake ; how “charming“… Oh ! And it can do BOTH
“HissssSssSsSsS !” and “Boo !“

This is what happens when a Tiger Snake gets “rattled“.
The “spire” portion of “aspire” is from the Church
(the Christopher Wren-designed St.James’s, Picadilly)
where William Blake was baptised.

From “aspire” and ” a spire” to “a pyre” and some memorial markers to
Hindu wives who’ve sacrificed themselves in the Sutee/Sutti/Sati tradition.

I was able to position these (non-lamb) limbs to “arm” the Tyger.
“dare“

?

Is he in a stance of surrender or of accost ?

Here I am extending “sieze” to “Caesar” (adding, without that asp-irant “adder“,
where I should CUT
(the etymologies are with SECTIONal SCISSORings))
and adorning my character with a Romanesque
head-dress of laurel.

So it seems or SEAms the “forests of the night” are
Poplar-Yew-ated by more than (Grand Old English) Oaks.

Just as William Blake chose to (magic(k)ally) spell “Tyger” in a manner that (looks
better-balanced written down in neato-calligraphically-cali(ine)br(i)ated
“What the hand?” scroll-scrawl) is not currently consensually considered “correct”
so also is HIS “seize” more at ease as “sieze“.

I super-imposed a chuffed-up “[sic]” to show I know (and know YOU know) -
but my “[sic]” knows the slick <muse-”SICK>” of the SNEEZE that’s in SIEZE.

Let ‘em <AtchooooooOoooOoOoooo !>.

This Roman Helmet is supposed to reinforce the Classical allusion evidenced
by the laurel garland.

Hmm…. is Laurel Garland Judy’s unknown sibling ?

Perhaps SHE would BE the “*GUMM*y Chummy”…

In “the heat of the moment”, Caesar’s sneeze-seized fever sees the leaves (leave)
fallen in the fall, ignited and be-nighted.

Stentorian Centurion shine supine
before the gladiatorial glint
of the fire-fighter !

The dents on this brassy helmet show it  originally served in daily duty
and was NOT saved solely for the ceremonial.

The “burning bush” extinguished by a slope of ice. The dents on the fireman’s
visor are textually akin to the toothy “dents” of the grim gang of frozen-fangs.

To emphasise the hill of chill – Enter (top-left) the (drole) Arctic Roll !

This is a “Cold Shoulder”. It is a “Cold Shoulder of Lamb”, situated so that
our friend  the “Tyger” might develop a hunch about his lunch…

…munch…….(*Credit) crunch……..thanks a bunch !
(…but not “…of bananas” because – as we know – THEY come in hands,
er and hands come in Spades – and I’ll now draw a veil…)

* Hard to believe Wikipedia’s notion that the revival of the
Arctic Roll is due to the “Credit Crunch“. Just HOW cheap are desserts ?

Do we need to say “Cheep !” to get a Bird’s Eye View ?

Perhaps the revival has something to do with what “1″
can or can’t “Count On” as these antique Arctic antics,
posted to YouTube by dylanwatkins, may hint :

I think the “Maths is Fun” routine would be better suited “2″  Fish fingers.

Here we have the “Tyger” with a “Chip on his Shoulder” – that is a “Chip on
his Cold Shoulder of Lamb”.

The (nice ?) (ice-) slice of Arctic Roll has slipped and is en route to its
vermillion-hued landing ring.

The sub-zero touch of the ice-cream pudding makes the Tyger’s shoulders
distinct(ured). To the left : the COLD SHOULDER, to the right : CHIP ON SHOULDER.

Obviously, these additions give the Trophy Shield a new status as THE OLD BLOCK.

This “art” is “Art Garfunkel“. I like “his” ears.

Spot the “(Bright) Eyes“… (Musical) Note that, according to Mike Batt, they
too were (two) “burning with fire”,…

This is “twist“, as in chewing tobacco,
(and Tanita Tikaram’s “Sobriety” – how much “Sobriety” would Tanita Tikaram
have if she was Tanita Tot o’ Rum ??)
located like a cigarette. I avoided Oliver.

That boy may be too prim to smoke but I’m sure the “Wild“er Dodger would
(H.R.)puf(f)(nstuf) and think Huck Finn DOES….. unless Mrs. Hippie’s Master’s
just posing with his pipe….

… sounds VERY DODGY.

“sinews” as er…. naughty ovines. Some “Wham-Bam ! Thank you Ram” plus
boozy BLACK SHEEP (in suspenders) OF THE FAMILY.

Dearly Deer to Thy Heart and Thy White Hart.

A second Pub Sign, succeeding the “Tiger Inn”.

Like Burnt Sienna Miller’s Tiger, the animal is similarly chained and
his shield is the same shape as the talking “Tyger“’s.

“White Hart Lane” is the location of Tottenham Hotspur Football Club
and this swift symbol salutes the heraldry that has latterly been re-appropriated
to badge modern sporting TEAMS rather than INDIVIDUAL Knights of yore.

Of this there shall be more (if not Bobby Moore…)…

This is Tony Hart, Tony (H)Artist – a man, for years, left in loco parentis to
TEACH (encourage and <<Wow>>)  THE U.K.’s CHILDREN.

A duo of drum-sticks made from sugar-BEET.

“Little Things”, getting excited about “2″ again.
2 lots of “2″ (no “No. 2″s (SnooZzzZzzZzze !)
2 Sugarbeet (up?) Drumsticks
2 Bongos… (0  Bongs)

…take us 2 (“Take 5” ??) —>

[LISTEN !]

1 Beatnik, maaaaaaan…

…with (“)dread(“)locks…

He’s more of a card than Lemmy from Mötorhead.

…and soon we shall see ANOTHER “Motor”/Petrol-head…

“Ceci n’est pas un Judge Dredd“.

There’s quite a lot of Soccer (and later – Snooker) referenced in this
“Poetic Post Card”. This football is muddy as it is bawling about
seventies glam band Mud’s huge hit “Tiger Feet“.

Their’s is the riff.

Now we may pause to see those paws be-slippered.

Here is the “What…”

…in “West Ham United“.

Thus *an* answer to “What the hammer ?” is –>

“Wot ! – “The Hammers”.

“The Hammers” is the nickname given to West Ham United’s players.

Their club shield looks backwards (in this “film”) to the heraldic
White Hart shield and forwards to the logo for the Tamil TIGERs.

Screencast of Editing Footie Logo in Microsoft Photo Draw 2000 Version 2 –>

To accompany the audio toilet-flush, this chain is ornamented with
Tiger’s Eye.

In response to the question : “In what furnace ?“

I have suggested a ruggy indoor FURiNESS
and a rugged outdoor Barrow-in-Furness.

Like “Gorgeous knickers,” in

Day Of(f) Wra(i)th

this is probably the ONLY gag (in this “piece”)  that this
sour, dour, glowerer actually finds LAUGHABLY funny.

Not forgetting our host is a carnivore, we hope he’s not a cannibal as
we see how interchangeable the tongue
and a bit of spiney-something-or-other are.

ROAR if you like it raw…

…and read the late Reay Tannahill’s readily red in tooth and claw :  “Flesh & Blood“.

Aston Villa Football Club’s catty mascot is as leonine as a “Rory” (or an Aurora).

Does “PREPARED” mean we should look to cook the meat we meet ?

“What the anvil ?“

Wot Aston Villa.

Must “dread” anticipate ? This instant is petrified, Jesus and Judas,
pre-Christian pre-cursors to a kiss (without K.I.S.S.).

I have illustrated the “dread grasp” as being the “Judas Kiss“.

To “grass someone up” is to betray them.

The ASP is in the grASP…
…the GRASp of the GRASS of…
…the “Snake in the Grass”.

The Tiger Snake that we saw before,
Sir Pent-Up, not heedin’ the weedin’ in Eden…

…too mopey, too “dope“y,  as ropey as the
“twist” insists  – to be “pot“ted henceforth.

From “Grass” to “Gas” ; not that I’m northern ; not that you’d notice ; a silen’ siren.

The Tamil Tigers‘ shield design. The rifles are angled like
West Ham United Football Club’s tools – in a St.Andrew’s
Cross configuration.

We’ll see that again when next we are “Snookered”.

The “clasp” is on a Toy Tiger key-ring, visually it echoes the question-mark -
particularly clearly with this font.

Spears and Spears and Tigers and Tigers.

Paris Hilton and Britney “Spears” (clad in costly costumes of Tiger-Print)
represent “the stars” as they step on the “down“ed spears of two
classical big-game hunters extracted from an ancient mosaic.

These “tears” are both signifiers of sadness and the soundalike “tiers”
of this tiger-decorated cake.

I believe German Zoos are called TierParks.

They are probably FULL of Tigers.

They’re not full of much in “Hannibal Brooks” – but mostly, moistly
<Empty of Elephant>.

One of Winner’s Winners.

At last ! The arrival of our petrol-head….or “Pets Rule” Head given the melange
of his motoring menagerie.

The convertible is a 1967 Sunbeam Tiger, its occupants
“Isaac van Amburgh and his Animals“
as captured by
Sir Edwin Henry Landseer.

A close-up of the “Tiger” name-branding on the Sunbeam roadster with
the head of a decapitated member of that species dangled over the
windscreen by the,  lion-taming, owner of some serious wrist-bling.

Athough the colours differ, we could imagine that this is the delivery
of our host ; he may pray, instead for deliverence ; hence.

A front-seat passengering lamb is visible, lyin‘ down a”head” of the lion
lounging on the rear-shelf. The pairing is a nod to the pre-Blake, biblical
text exploring that pair of creatures living in harmony ; although, if it
comes from Revelation, wouldn’t it be Death that’d put paid to
any cross-species bickering/unassailable attacks of the munchies ?

Yikes ! The Google Zeitgeist says the lion and the lamb have been
hi-jacked by Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight“.

They don’t really work as shades or eye-patches but they have very little
screen-time obsuring the “Tyger“’s eyes. These circles are two representations
of the flag-wielding lamb that is the symbol of the Moravian Church that
William Blake was involved with.

The “eye-patches” are brought forth to alter their role to that of rollers or
wheels, “Follow”ing fast on the heels of the crew in the car.

I missed the chance to add some homonymish  conkers ;
that would have been nuts.

Ram Lambs aren’t always allowed to keep those.

Their <not so “Merrie”> band practice may be with rubber-bands.

Ouch.

The next “burning bright” shows an underlying swirling satellite picture of “Bright“,
a region of Australia, <set alight> (Hmm that would be Kiwi/Sowd Iffrikin
not strains of Strine) and “ram”paged over by forest fires as indicated by the
map atop.

“Tyger ! Tyger ! Burning Bright in the forest-fires of the night,“

Where might you go FOR REST ? The forest ? In a Fo(u)r-Rest (Poster) Bed ?
This FURniture exists, I did not hybridise it with Photo Draw.

Extracting an Eye-Ball with Microsoft Photo Draw 2000 Version 2

Finally, the “Eye of the Tiger” pops up (and out) as we progress in/return
to sporting themes (it’s all “balls” (for Oddballs)).

I didn’t have time or space to include the pugilistic references I wanted to.
I had gloves and Harold Lloyd as “Tiger” Sullivan to go but went with the
low-key but lengthy garb of a golfer Tiger Woods.

Hmm…. Tiger Woods, Jeremy Irons, Johnny Ball, Jeff Green.

“What the hand ?“

Tiger Woods’ ((‘)arm-less palm-less) hand becomes the respectable receptacle
for an (“)Eye(of the Tiger)(“)BALL POTted a la a golfing (holy) hole-in-one.

We shall soon see what FURther “point” “he” may be making…and switch to a
sport that also involves POTting but that might be more familiar to a tiger given
that many of those those felines and Snooker are native to India.

Tripping between golf and snooker and India and Scotland. These cues
give clues to this “frame” referring to the <indoor game>. Diagonal
whiteness on a blue background conveys the St.Andrews cross of the
Scottish flag.

St.Andrews, of  (golf) “course” is the home of the <outdoor game>.

My Facial Hair Problem, an Early Revision of a  Tache That Was Discarded

Back in Britain, and backing Britain, Tiger Woods’ digit says “Yer number’s up !”
to the lily-livered and, accusatory and challenging finds Lord Kitchener
up his sleeve in this direct parody of the famous World War One
“Your Country Needs You“
recruitment poster.

Here’s a second bout of skew-whiff  “symmetry” ; <see me try>.

Yikes ! “Tries” are in Rugby…. could have had a Tiger Rugby.

The wooden triangle is used in Snooker to gather and group all
the red balls.

Adjusting My Balls –>

However, this is not a game of Snooker, this is William Blake’s “The Tyger“
and I have arranged these balls so that the colours form a FLAME in the FRAME.

The “FLAME FRAME” makes its Hazard Warning Sign message clear.

Editing the “Risk of Fire” Triangle Sign in Microsoft Photo Draw and Adobe Premiere Pro

Magic ensues, indeed “flowers”, as I “play with my balls”.
The lighter coloured examples in the b(l)ackground will soon reveal
themselves to be STAGElights.

The gloved Snooker referee links back through “What hand ?” to Tiger Woods
and his earlier glove and potting.

The colour conjuring continues…

…and we discover the snooker-ball stagelights belong to
comedian Dara O’Briain who has borrowed Blake’s face.

William, we see, had a hand in everything…

…so we have to “hand it to him” and show his original handiwork.

I thank him for the fun.

The spoken audio quotage is from a famous 80’s advertisng campaign
that ukadverts shared at YouTube —>

Lamb-Like Wail is an anagram of William Blake.

Hosted at DailyMotion –>

The words wut you wuzz prolly a-lookin’ for —>

THE TYGER
(from “Songs of Experience”)
By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze (sic) 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?

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