Section 5

“But the Wine-press of Los is eastward of Golgonooza, before the Seat”
Of Satan. Luvah laid the foundation & Urizen finish’d it in howling Woe.
How red the sons & daughters of Luvah! here they tread the grapes.
Laughing & shouting drunk with odours many fall oerwearied t239
Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden: those around
Lay them on skins of Tygers & of the spotted Leopard & the Wild Ass
“Till they revive, or bury them in cool grots, making lamentation.”

“This Wine-press is call’d War on Earth, it is the Printing-Press”
Of Los; and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain
As cogs are formd in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel.

Timbrels & violins sport round the Wine-presses; the little Seed;
“The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the gold Beetle; the wise Emmet;”
Dance round the Wine-presses of Luvah: the Centipede is there:
The ground Spider with many eyes: the Mole clothed in velvet
The ambitious Spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden Spinner;
The Earwig armd: the tender Maggot emblem of immortality:
The Flea: Louse: Bug: the Tape-Worm: all the Armies of Disease:
Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man.
The slow Slug: the Grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks:
“Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur.”
The cruel Scorpion is there: the Gnat: Wasp: Hornet & the Honey Bee:
The Toad & venomous Newt; the Serpent clothd in gems & gold:
They throw off their gorgeous raiment: they rejoice with loud jubilee
“Around the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked & drunk with wine.”

There is the Nettle that stings with soft down; and there
The indignant Thistle: whose bitterness is bred in his milk:
Who feeds on contempt of his neighbour: there all the idle Weeds
“That creep around the obscure places, shew their various limbs.”
Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine-presses.

“But in the Wine-presses the Human grapes sing not, nor dance”
“They howl & writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming,”

In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires.
In pits & dens & shades of death: in shapes of torment & woe.
The plates & screws & wracks & saws & cords & fires & cisterns
The cruel joys of Luvahs Daughters lacerating with knives
And whips their Victims & the deadly sport of Luvahs Sons.

“They dance around the dying, & they drink the howl & groan”
“They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:”
“These are the sports of love, & these the sweet delights of amorous play”
“Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster the last sigh”
Of the mild youth who listens to the lureing songs of Luvah

“But Allamanda calld on Earth Commerce, is the Cultivated land”
Around the City of Golgonooza in the Forests of Entuthon:
Here the Sons of Los labour against Death Eternal; through all
“The Twenty-seven Heavens of Beulah in Ulro, Seat of Satan,”
Which is the False Tongue beneath Beulah: it is the Sense of Touch:
The Plow goes forth in tempests & lightnings & the narrow cruel
In blights of the east; the heavy Roller follows in howlings of woe.

Urizens sons here labour also; & here are seen the Mills
“Of Theotormon, on the verge of the Lake of Udan-Adan:”
These are the starry voids of night & the depths & caverns of earth
“These Mills are oceans, clouds & waters ungovernable in their fury”
Here are the stars created & the seeds of all things planted
And here the Sun & Moon recieve their fixed destinations

“But in Eternity the Four Arts: Poetry, Painting, Music,”
And Architecture which is Science: are the Four Faces of Man.
“Not so in Time & Space: there Three are shut out, and only”
“Science remains thro Mercy: & by means of Science, the Three”
“Become apparent in time & space, in the Three Professions”

“Poetry in Religion: Music, Law: Painting, in Physic & Surgery: t240”

“That Man may live upon Earth till the time of his awaking,”
“And from these Three, Science derives every Occupation of Men.”
And Science is divided into Bowlahoola & Allamanda.

Some Sons of Los surround the Passions with porches of iron & silver
“Creating form & beauty around the dark regions of sorrow,”
Giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation
Delightful! with bounds to the Infinite putting off the Indefinite
Into most holy forms of Thought: (such is the power of inspiration)
They labour incessant; with many tears & afflictions:
Creating the beautiful House for the piteous sufferer.

Others; Cabinets richly fabricate of gold & ivory;
For Doubts & fears unform’d & wretched & melancholy t241

The little weeping Spectre stands on the threshold of Death
Eternal; and sometimes two Spectres like lamps quivering
And often malignant they combat (heart-breaking sorrowful & piteous)
“Antamon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands,”
“As the Sower takes the seed, or as the Artist his clay”
“Or fine wax, to mould artful a model for golden ornaments,”
The soft hands of Antamon draw the indelible line:
Form immortal with golden pen; such as the Spectre admiring
Puts on the sweet form; then smiles Antamon bright thro his windows
The Daughters of beauty look up from their Loom & prepare.
The integument soft for its clothing with joy & delight.

But Theotormon & Sotha stand in the Gate of Luban anxious
Their numbers are seven million & seven thousand & seven hundred
“They contend with the weak Spectres, they fabricate soothing forms”
The Spectre refuses. he seeks cruelty. they create the crested Cock
Terrified the Spectre screams & rushes in fear into their Net
Of kindness & compassion & is born a weeping terror.
Or they create the Lion & Tyger in compassionate thunderings
Howling the Spectres flee: they take refuge in Human lineaments.

The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing
And the number of his Sons is eight millions & eight.
They give delights to the man unknown; artificial riches
“They give to scorn, & their posessors to trouble & sorrow & care,”
Shutting the sun. & moon. & stars. & trees. & clouds. & waters.
And hills. out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone
Opake. and like the black pebble on the enraged beach.
While the poor indigent is like the diamond which tho cloth’d
“In rugged covering in the mine, is open all within”
And in his hallowd center holds the heavens of bright eternity
Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea
And timbers crampt with iron cramps bar in the joys of life
From fell destruction in the Spectrous cunning or rage. He Creates
“The speckled Newt, the Spider & Beetle, the Rat & Mouse,”
The Badger & Fox: they worship before his feet in trembling fear.

But others of the Sons of Los build Moments & Minutes & Hours
And Days & Months & Years & Ages & Periods; wondrous buildings
“And every Moment has a Couch of gold for soft repose,”
“(A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery) ,”
And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah
To feed the Sleepers on their Couches with maternal care.
And every Minute has an azure Tent with silken Veils.
And every Hour has a bright golden Gate carved with skill.
“And every Day & Night, has Walls of brass & Gates of adamant,”
Shining like precious stones & ornamented with appropriate signs:

“And every Month, a silver paved Terrace builded high:”
“And every Year, invulnerable Barriers with high Towers.”

And every Age is Moated deep with Bridges of silver & gold.
And every Seven Ages is Incircled with a Flaming Fire.
Now Seven Ages is amounting to Two Hundred Years
Each has its Guard. each Moment Minute Hour Day Month & Year.
All are the work of Fairy hands of the Four Elements
The Guard are Angels of Providence on duty evermore
Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery
Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.

For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all the Great
Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a Period
Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery.

The Sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los
And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place:
“Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount”
“Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his Universe;”
And on its verge the Sun rises & sets. the Clouds bow
To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such an orderd Space:
The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set
On all sides & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
“And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move.”
Wher’eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:
Such are the Spaces called Earth & such its dimension:
“As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner,”
“As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro”
The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope. they alter
The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouchd
For every Space larger than a red Globule of Mans blood.
Is visionary: and is created by the Hammer of Los
And every Space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood. opens
Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow:
The red Globule is the unwearied Sun by Los created
To measure Time and Space to mortal Men. every morning.
Bowlahoola & Allamanda are placed on each side
“Of that Pulsation & that Globule, terrible their power.”

But Rintrah & Palamabron govern over Day & Night
In Allamanda & Entuthon Benython where Souls wail:
“Where Orc incessant howls burning in fires of Eternal Youth,”
Within the vegetated mortal Nerves; for every Man born is joined
“Within into One mighty Polypus, and this Polypus is Orc.”

But in the Optic vegetative Nerves Sleep was transformed
To Death in old time by Satan the father of Sin & Death
And Satan is the Spectre of Orc & Orc is the generate Luvah

“But in the Nerves of the Nostrils, Accident being formed”
“Into Substance & Principle, by the cruelties of Demonstration”
“It became Opake & Indefinite; but the Divine Saviour,”
Formed it into a Solid by Los’s Mathematic power.
He named the Opake Satan: he named the Solid Adam

“And in the Nerves of the Ear, (for the Nerves of the Tongue are closed)”
On Albions Rock Los stands creating the glorious Sun each morning
And when unwearied in the evening he creates the Moon
“Death to delude, who all in terror at their splendor leaves”
“His prey while Los appoints, & Rintrah & Palamabron guide”
“The Souls clear from the Rock of Death, that Death himself may wake”
In his appointed season when the ends of heaven meet.

“Then Los conducts the Spirits to be Vegetated, into”
“Great Golgonooza, free from the four iron pillars of Satans Throne”
“(Temperance, Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, the four pillars of tyranny)”
That Satans Watch-Fiends touch them not before they Vegetate.

But Enitharmon and her Daughters take the pleasant charge.
To give them to their lovely heavens till the Great Judgment Day
Such is their lovely charge. But Rahab & Tirzah pervert
“Their mild influences, therefore the Seven Eyes of God walk round”
“The Three Heavens of Ulro, where Tirzah & her Sisters”
Weave the black Woof of Death upon Entuthon Benython
In the Vale of Surrey where Horeb terminates in Rephaim
The stamping feet of Zelophehads Daughters are coverd with Human gore
“Upon the treddles of the Loom, they sing to the winged shuttle:”
The River rises above his banks to wash the Woof:
He takes it in his arms: he passes it in strength thro his current
The veil of human miseries is woven over the Ocean
“From the Atlantic to the Great South Sea, the Erythrean.”

Such is the World of Los the labour of six thousand years.
Thus Nature is a Vision of the Science of the Elohim.

End of the First Book.

– Blake