In their new book, Timothy Morton enlists Blake to help evolve a Christian ecology where the biosphere is the body of Christ, Hell is the physical world, and religion is the phenomenology of biology: "The fourth wall between human subject and everything else evaporates. How to see global warming as part of the human drama, not as the end of it? How to rebuild the play when there is a fourth wall collapse, and when this collapse coincides with the actual theatre on fire? When being on fire is what causes this collapse, what happens? The play was shit. We need another play."
I dropped out of academia and haven't kept up. I am joyful to see Morton on here, to learn about his recent work, and to read this excellent review. You've done a beautiful job here of weaving summary with commentary & analysis, while offering some thoughts for us to takeaway for our future musings. I've read this now, once; got to go out but will be returning to it. There's **a lot** here.
As a friend of Tim's Father, I found this a difficult read. I found him to be generous and kind, and fine company. Having lost my own Father at 18, he was, in some senses, a bit of a Father to me. I too had the large print of Blake's 'Ancient of days' in my fireplace (upstairs back bedroom, Stratford). I know they had a difficult relationship. For me, our friendship was very dear to me and there was nothing untoward or negative about it. I am still very sad about his untimely passing, and think of him often. Wombling free.
I dropped out of academia and haven't kept up. I am joyful to see Morton on here, to learn about his recent work, and to read this excellent review. You've done a beautiful job here of weaving summary with commentary & analysis, while offering some thoughts for us to takeaway for our future musings. I've read this now, once; got to go out but will be returning to it. There's **a lot** here.
As a friend of Tim's Father, I found this a difficult read. I found him to be generous and kind, and fine company. Having lost my own Father at 18, he was, in some senses, a bit of a Father to me. I too had the large print of Blake's 'Ancient of days' in my fireplace (upstairs back bedroom, Stratford). I know they had a difficult relationship. For me, our friendship was very dear to me and there was nothing untoward or negative about it. I am still very sad about his untimely passing, and think of him often. Wombling free.