Bitter Fruit

William Blake represents the united voice of England and the English people. This is an immense accomplishment. It is a rare feat to leave such a memorable and meaningful legacy within a nation that throughout its history has struggled to define itself. England, and its people have sustained numerous attacks from cynics who refuse to believe that the English have a unique identity and culture. Bizarrely, these are the same cynics who have become the greatest champions of Blake’s work. It is strange that they share their admiration with traditionalists, their ideological enemies.

However both camps are in agreement with Blake’s savage critique of the untrammelled industrialisation of England, and the pernicious effects of it. Anyone with emotional attachments to the English landscape feels the same way. Blake had a great insight into these sentiments. He had an acute awareness of the spirit of place, for him England was sacred. It is extremely unusual for any cultural figure to simultaneously appeal to the counterculture and to the Establishment. Very few figures aside from Blake resonate with two very different audiences.

However Blake transcended these arbitrary political categories. His convictions were solely spiritual ones. He maintained a profound belief, but his belief system also defied conventional religion. He also understood the universal follies of human nature, once describing anger as a tree growing with poisoned fruit. Other human follies are exposed in his writing. Blake was a visionary, a prophet, a poet and expert draughtsman and engraver. All of his imaginative and creative skills were honed from childhood.

His inspiration was also derived from the long walks that he took throughout London. He observed everyday life and reflected upon the remarkable and often disturbing scenes that he had witnessed. One morning was especially memorable. Walking through Peckham Rye he experienced a dramatic epiphany. He looked up and saw “a tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough”. Angels are a perennial theme in his art and in his poetry.

However his stellar reputation is a relatively recent development. Today he is revered as a seer and a genius, but in his lifetime he was condemned as a lunatic and a dissolute. He was castigated as a disruptive and subversive influence and was shunned by polite society. Consequently he struggled to make a living and lived an austere life. When he died, his friend and fellow artist George Richmond kissed him, closed his friend’s eyes and prayed “to keep the vision in”. The vision has waxed and waned over the centuries, but at the time of his death, his passing was left unacknowledged. He was considered just another obscurity. He was buried in an unmarked grave at the Bunhill Field dissenters graveyard in London.

However it wasn’t until 2018 that the Blake Society redressed this and paid for a new gravestone. Once more, the timing of this exposes a great paradox. It occurred at the peak of the vicious and vituperative “Brexit wars” when an ideological divide threatened to tear the nation apart. Paradox is at the heart of Blake’s sensibilities, he understood that it was vital in the journey towards moral and spiritual enlightenment,

“Without Contraries”, he explained, “is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate are necessary to Human Existence. Opposition is true friendship”. Unfortunately, such challenging perceptions are too difficult to comprehend in a dying culture.

The emotional depth rendered in his poetry and art still evades most modern audiences who are more familiar with the shallow and trivial. Blake’s point has been made, a society that is more concerned with material accumulation is essentially a moribund one.