Freedom, Religion, and anything else...

Well hello everyone, I hope everyone had a great weekend and will have a good MLK day tomorrow. I have this blog for my English Lit. Since 1800 class, so I will be posting things from class on here. feel free to reply or whatever. I have a small poem I am going to post and then write about it and see if I can get everyone's mind to start thinking and working. If not you might die, because if you don't learn something new every day you will die, or at least that is what my dad used to say. anyway here is the poem:

The Garden of Love by William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.


And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And ``Thou shalt not'' writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love

That so many sweet flowers bore;


And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be;

And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars my joys & desires.

My professor asked, "what does this poem argue about the relationship between freedom and religion?" Feel free to answer if you want, or comment about whatever you like. Anyway, after I read this poem I thought several things, like maybe love represents freedom and in religion you are not free to love anyone but God. I also started thinking about religious freedom. Maybe this poem is talking about the fact that true religious freedom is hard to find. I mean this poem is from the 1800's and we still struggle with religious freedom today in 2014. I don't know, I just thought it was interesting and thought I would share it with you to see what everyone thought. Remember there is no wrong answer so type whatever you want. I hope to hear from some people and everyone have a good week.

Remember "when a defining moment comes, you either define the moment, or the moment defines you."

Also remember my #1 rule "Never bet money you don't have on a dog race with an ex-girlfriend who just happens to be a stripper."

Carpe Diem,
Silas Marner