Sat in on a Philosophy class examining opposites in Blake's 'The Sick Rose'. The phrase "invisible worm" fascinates - Blake's jamming together of latinate abstraction with Anglo Saxon earthiness. The tight, clipped polysyllabic intricacy against a soft yet deceptive monosyllable (how the 'r' makes the tongue work in the dark of the mouth). It's all there. Embodied and writhing in excess.