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The Bright Extensive Will also appeared at Penny, where sons of angel light bow from out the sky, blind in all their beams and enter creation, which resembles those in Paradise Lost who, with the First Begotten, and suggests those who "by the waters of life, where'er they sat / In fellowships of joy the sons of light hasted."
These theophanies gather on the hastings where all along debate wondered whether these were angels or in fact the One appearing. This wonder, where the wings of angel's gold, beings light radiant of golden man, might be portions of what appeared to Daniel, Jacob, Abraham. Likenesses of appearance to the sun have been usurped by Apollo, to whom it doesn't belong at all because all brightness, all glory belongs to the First Begotten, the Dayman, also Daysman of Judgement (Job 9.33). The angel in the sun is a daysman of judgment in the event follows, which word appears in the 1551 edition of 1 Samuel 2:25 of the English Version of the Bible translated "dayes-man." Tyndale's translation has for Exodus 21:22, "He shall paye as the dayesmen appoynte him" (as the "judges determine") so hence the Son of Man, "the dayspring from on high" of Luke 1.78 whose title in Peter is the First Begotten. To Him all his glory in the speakers heart is raised and protected and consumed, in all His fire, for Our God is a consuming fire. That none of this attaches to the false angel of light forewarned as the fallen angel is evident as that darkness cannot imitate the light except by illusion. The real Light is the True Light of every man who comes into the world as John declares and as said, "Wake up, O sleeper, rise up from the dead, and Christ will shine on you." So of course he is the Only Begotten and First Begotten, "First born among many brethren" (Romans 8.29).
The poem was first titled in A Calendar (1973) "On Turner's Angel Standing in the Sun, 1846." Having spent some time at the Tate viewing this painting just after Calendar appeared, Eden, who I did marry, gave me Butlin's edition to model watercolor on. But the last words of that brilliant colorist of energy, J. M. W. Turner before he died were, the sun is god, unfortunate for him and anyone who holds that, from Donald Trump's golden penthouse and Marcon's rule like a Roman god, the Sun King (le Roi Soleil), to the modern Louis VIV at his assembly at Versailles, or sycophants of Apollo who construe the Jordan Lead Codices as a figure of Christ. The image of Apollo is antichrist, he Golden Age that is and will be the age of Apollo, Greek for Abaddon, the Destroyer (spelled out at The Sun God). There is a fine line between this epiphany and the judgement immediately following when the Dayesman comes to judge. Then is the feast of the birds, and the burial of Gog that takes 7 months, whose weapons provide firewood for 7 years. A consuming fire.
A recent label on Angel Standing in the Sun in the Turner Collection at the Tate Gallery says: This late painting shows the Archangel Michael appearing on the Day of Judgement with his flaming sword. In the foreground are Old Testament scenes of murder and betrayal: Adam and Eve weeps over the body of Abel (left), and Judith stands over the headless body of Holofernes (right). Turner's pessimistic picture seems to show death is everywhere in this fallen world...he showed the painting with lines describing 'the feast of vultures when the day is done.' which is the biblical reference, "And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God (KJV)." That supper is the subject of The Banquet of God, displayed in the 20th anniversary of Ygdrasil, May 2013.
Angel was on the cover of the first Awhile, a site out of Uyo Nigeria that was hacked pirated, repossessed exceeded and expired. All the more reason to thank Penny. |
The likeness of the heart to fire and light and its reception in images of color and sound, the heart of man of line 2 renews in the next to the last, my heart in which brightness is all and the end of all of our life, is the important statement of this poem.
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