Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Notebook (Marianne Moore, William Blake, &c.)


William Blake, “The Head of the Ghost of a Flea,” c. 1819

Marianne Moore, repeating, in a centenary note in The Dial, in 1927, the seemingly rather apocryphal story of Blake’s witnessing a fairy’s funeral:

The Sun’s Light when he unfolds it
Depends on the Organ that beholds it.

William Blake

      “Thousands of people can talk,” Ruskin says, “for one who can think; but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion all in one.” A special kind of seeing, “mental strife,” “rapture and labor,” are characteristic of few persons indeed, and of no one perhaps to the degree in which they are characteristic of Blake. The incontrovertible actuality of seen impossibilities as he portrayed or told of them, we need scarcely be reminded of—as when in conversation he thus revisualized a fairy’s funeral: “I heard a low and pleasant sound and knew not whence it came. At last I saw the broad leaf of a flower move and underneath I saw a procession of creatures of the size and color of green and grey grasshoppers, bearing a body laid out on a roseleaf, which they buried with songs, and then disappeared. It was a fairy’s funeral.”
And continuing:
Contrariwise, “the spiritual apparition of a Flea” is fearsomely circumstantial—though in connection with John Varley’s “test of the truth of these visions" as recorded in A Treatise on Zodiacal Physiognomy* it is interesting to read that “the neatness, elasticity, and tenseness of the Flea are significant of the elegant dancing and fencing sign, Gemini.”
      As for labor, “the hard wiry line of rectitude and certainty in the actions and intentions”** of Blake teaches one to dispel hope—and fear — that great art is “the fruit of facility.” In a letter, the property of Mr. W. A. White, written to James Linnell on August*** 25th, 1827, he says, “I am too much attached to Dante to think much of anything else. I have proved the six plates and reduced the Fighting devils ready for the copper. I count myself sufficiently paid if I live as I now do and only fear that I may be unlucky to my friends and especially that I may be so to you.” He could “see,” and could work—his home being not the age nor the house in which he lived, but his mind. The placing of a stone near the site of his grave in Bunhill Fields, and of a tablet to his memory in St Paul’s, is rightly commemorative, as are reproductions and exhibitions of his works. In being urged to prepare for the Blake centenary, however, we are a little at a loss. If we are not already prepared, it is difficult to know how we are to become so.
Fairy splendor. In Moore’s “Apparition of Splendour” one reads of a “‘train supported by porcupines— / a fairy’s eleven yards long’”—with the note: “Oliver Goldsmith in one of his essays refers to a ‘blue fairy with a train eleven yards long, supported by porcupines.’” In the continuation (“Letter XLIX”) of Goldsmith’s “Letter XLVIII” (“From Lien Chi Altangi, to              , Merchant in Amsterdam”), a piece sub-titled “The absurdity of persons in high station pursuing employments beneath them, exemplified in a fairy tale,” one reads (with something between horror and wonder at Moore’s readerly reach and perseverance):
      The old fairy was a good deal mortified at her husband’s want of gallantry, though she was reluctantly obliged to comply; the day was therefore spent in the most polite amusement, the gentlemen talked, the ladies laughed, and were angry. At last the happy night drew near; the blue cat still stuck by the side of its master, and even followed him to the bridal apartment. Barbacela entered the chamber, wearing a train fifteen yards long, supported by porcupines, and all over beset with jewels, which served to render her more detestable. She was just stepping into bed to the prince, forgetting her promise, when he insisted on seeing her in the shape of a mouse. She had promised, and no fairy can break her word; wherefore, assuming the figure of the most beautiful mouse in the world, she skipped and played about with an infinity of amusement.
* Moore likely found Varley’s lines (and, too, the story of the funeral) in Arthur Symons’s 1907 William Blake, with its numerous “records from contemporary sources,” including both an extract out of Varley’s 1828 Zodiacal Physiognomy and Allan Cunningham’s 1830 Life of Blake (the innocuous “‘Did you ever see a fairy’s funeral, madam?’ he once said to a lady, who happened to sit by him in company. ‘Never, sir!’ was the answer”—serving to launch the story of the obsequies of the grasshopper-sized). The Varley extract begins:
With respect to the vision of the Ghost of the Flea, seen by Blake, it agrees in countenance with one class of people under Gemini, which sign is the significator of the Flea; whose brown colour is appropriate to the colour of the eyes in some full-toned Gemini persons. And the neatness, elasticity, and tenseness of the Flea are significant of the elegant dancing and fencing sign Gemini. This spirit visited his imagination in such a figure as he never anticipated in an insect. As I was anxious to make the most correct investigation in my power, of the truth of these visions, on hearing of this spiritual apparition of a Flea, I asked him if he could draw for me the resemblance of what he saw: he instantly said, ‘I see him now before me.’ I therefore gave him paper and a pencil, with which he drew the portrait . . . I felt convinced by his mode of proceeding that he had a real image before him, for he left off, and began on another part of the paper to make a separate drawing of the mouth of the Flea, which the spirit having opened, he was prevented from proceeding with the first sketch, till he had closed it.
** Out of Blake’s 1809 Descriptive Catalogue:
The great and golden rule of art, as well as of life, is this: That the more distinct, sharp, and wirey the bounding line, the more perfect the work of art; and the less keen and sharp, the greater is the evidence of weak imitation, plagiarism, and bungling. Great inventors, in all ages, knew this . . . The want of this determinate and bounding form evidences the want of idea in the artist’s mind, and the pretence of the plagiary in all its branches. How do we distinguish the oak from the beech, the horse from the ox, but by the bounding outline? How do we distinguish one face or countenance from another, but by the bounding line and its infinite inflexions and movements? What is it that builds a house and plants a garden, but the definite and determinate? What is it that distinguishes honesty from knavery, but the hard and wirey line of rectitude and certainty in the actions and intentions. Leave out this line and you leave out life itself; all is chaos again, and the line of the almighty must be drawn out upon it before man or beast can exist.
*** Likely Moore’s error. The letter (“I go on without daring to count on Futurity. which I cannot do without Doubt & Fear that ruins Activity & are the greatest hurt to an Artist such as I am . . .”) is dated April 25, 1827. Blake died August 12, 1827.