Ragged Lion Journal // Number One


Ragged Lion Journal // Number One is a new literary journal edited and printed by the indefatigable e.a.d. sellors.

One must resist the assumption that it’s already a collector’s item to be filed away on a shelf of literary valuables. One must take it one’s paws and peruse.

The opening article sees the brilliant countercultural poet Jeremy Reed returning to his intellectual roots, writing  in perceptive and engaging prose – as he has done in poems – about the suicide of Hart Crane. An American backstory and Mexican backdrop are provided, and then we’re with Hart on his final ill-fated voyage on the SS Orizaba. Reed has a deep fascination with the lives of poets, one which I understand and share. The great stories are arias he sings, as vividly as this.

The next contribution is from no less a practitioner than Jerome Rothenberg, two poems entitled ‘Two Codas From The President of Desolation’. Here is a poet not playing it for laughs but sincerely lamenting the current situation in the US, this coming after his recent Dantesque sequence Inferno, and sharing the same urgent disquietude of tone. Necessary stuff, a relief to read.

That renaissance man of Warhol’s Factory fame, Gerard Malanga, is featured as poet tenderly eulogising Lee Harwood in what is a finely crafted quasi-letter to his deceased friend. A more upbeat companion-piece snapshots Lawrence of Arabia as writer-adventurer losing a mss. in a hansom cab in London. The ‘Cape’ here is cleverly deployed because the reader naturally thinks of it first as some exotic piece of geography that the great T.E. has conquered, and only secondly as the publishing house where he was supposed to be delivering his memoir. It’s an uplifting comic parable.

Steve Finbow’s contribution is a highly philosophical poem, The Meaning of 32 Words which is beautifully laid out in prose stanzas, mostly quatrains and quintets.

Derek Adams’ poetry seems to be on the trail of Surrealists in Egypt, with Lee Miller, Roland Penrose, Francis Picabia and Yves Tanguy namechecked in its lyrical tercets.

D.R. Wagner also contributes two poems, intimate, observant, meditative lyrics set in a cosmic natural realm.

The precocious Audrey Szasz here offers a sequence of prose vignettes, ‘Paracosmic Immersion and Temporal Distortion’. The effect is hilarious. Ballardian satire but oh so faux-innocently feminised. Skilful use of the en dash allows for a poetic build-up of bizarre detail: ‘she’s so fragile – like a president’s ego’.

My own two poems ‘isms 2’ and ‘isms 3’ are from a sequence ‘In the Realm of the Isms’ . (‘isms 1’ is published in The Idler 71 March-April 2020 issue.)

Greek poet Yannis Lividas has two moving lyrics from 2007, ‘Kelifus’ and ‘Husk #19’.

Louise Landes Levi broadens the scope of the journal with a versified introduction to legendary poet-painter Henri Michaux – whom Levi knew personally as ‘A modest man, a tender man & a friend’. Then she translates three of his poems, two verse, one prose.

The final written contribution is Stephen Barber’s timely heavyweight essay on – and for me introduction to – the French writer Pierre Guyotat, author of Eden, Eden, Eden who died on February 7 2020.

There are also a series of fine etchings of strange scenes from avian life, ‘Pecking Order’ by Kim Tong and a drawing ‘Foetus in Utero’ by Alexandra Unger.

e.a.d. sellors is an aficionado of independent and alternative publishing techniques and is putting his skills to use by embarking on a new regular journal which will come out with alarming frequency. Number Two is already out and Number Three is almost ready. It is possible the first three issues will have been released in April MMXX.

What I find great about issue one is that it is so readable. This certainly owes much to the superb layouts/fonts/columns etc. and is also helped by the culturally nutritious but unacademic contents.

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In a history poem I wrote for Flat Time House’s exhibition THE BARD, I used the loaded word ‘expulsions’.


The subject of the poem is the psychopathic Plantagenet king Edward I, notorious for conquering Wales and hammering Scotland. No friend to the Celts, he is known worldwide as ‘the Braveheart bad guy’ because he was the English king who presided over the hanging, drawing and quartering of Mel Gibson in a kilt.

Even if you agree with Edward I’s Celticidal tendencies – and sadly many today still do – there is another atrocity in his CV that very few could condone.

From Wikipedia: “The Edict of Expulsion was a royal decree issued on 18 July 1290 expelling all Jews from the Kingdom of England. Edward advised the sheriffs of all counties he wanted all Jews expelled by no later than All Saints Day (1st November) that year. The expulsion edict remained in force for the rest of the Middle Ages’. It was a very ugly business which included confiscation of all wealth and property.

The edict was the culmination of decades’ of harassment of England’s 2000-strong Jewish community. Badged, taxed to the hilt, propagandised against, the Jews fell foul of pogroms in 1190 and later in the 1260s. In 1275 Edward I then passed the Statute of the Jewry which outlawed usury. Jewish moneylenders were expected to reinvent themselves in a society from which they were excluded. In 1287, Edward expelled all Jews from Gascony, a practice run.

My use of the word ‘expulsions’ in a short historical poem thus serves as an evocation of the horrors of the past; but it is also a recognition that Brexit – with its boasts of ‘hostile environment’ – has ushered in a new era of expulsions, though the operative word is now ‘deportations’.

Anyone attempting historical writing probably looks for concurrences. The final phrase in the poem ‘royal ordnance’ seems invested with the necessary archaism of the poem’s vocabulary but was actually a 20C name used by the military-industrial multinational company better known today as BAE Systems.





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‘A Season in Hell’ – Shakespeare

I noticed a little gem when re-reading Richard III. Richard’s hapless brother George, Duke of Clarence, is recounting his nightmare in the tower in a speech from Act 1 Sc 4.
It is a mesmeric description of a classical hell:

With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
Environ’d me about, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
I trembling waked, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.


I have highlighted the four-word gem I wish to draw your attention to. The description of being surrounded by demons, and of the belief that one is temporarily in hell, is highly evocative of Rimbaud’s prose poem anyway. But to find the two halves of the English title in two succeeding lines is even more striking.

The original French title is the exactly equivalented Une Saison en enfer. It is an unproblematic translation. The word count is the same. The meaning of the words is the same. The word order is the same. No English translator I’m aware of has ever taken the liberty of translating it as anything other than A Season in Hell.

Annoyingly, the major 19C translation of Richard III by Francois Guizot in 1863, a prose translation, excludes the ‘a season’.

A ces mots, il m’a semblé qu’une légion de démons hideux m’environnait, hurlant à mes oreilles des cris si affreux qu’à ce bruit je me suis éveillé tremblant, et longtemps après je ne pouvais me persuader que je ne fusse pas en enfer, tant ce songe m’avait laissé une impression terrible!

Instead, the translator refashions it to ‘longtemps’ i.e a long while. This is a good example of losing poetry in translation. We can see how Guizot makes changes: Shakespeare’s ‘With that’ becomes Guizot’s ‘A ces mots’ (‘At these words’)

It means it is less likely that Rimbaud encountered the phrases ‘un saison’ and ‘en enfer’ in a  French translation unless there was another version available to French schoolchildren in the 1860s, one which translated ‘a season’ faithfully.

Rimbaud did however read Shakespeare in English when he began living in London in 1872. His prose poem ‘Bottom’ with title in English corroborates this. It’s possible he may have read Richard III in English and somehow that passage – and somehow those four magic words – stayed in his mind.

But we must surely applaud Shakespeare for dreaming up – at least before Rimbaud – the notion of being in hell for a season.


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I’m honoured to be featured in Blackwell’s Poetry No 1 alongside poets whose work I much admire and under such a distinguished imprint.

Editor A.R. Thompson elucidates:

“Last year, I was very lucky to have been asked by Blackwell’s to edit and publish a poetry pamphlet to celebrate the company’s 140th. Now I can proudly present Blackwell’s Poetry no.1, featuring the work of Ishion Hutchinson, Damian le Bas, Catherine Coldstream, MacGillivray, Chris McCabe, Mbizo Chirasha, Niall McDevitt, Toby Martinez de la Rivas, Geraldine Monk and Sherwin Bitsui. This marks the first time Blackwell’s has done anything like this since Basil Blackwell published W.H. Auden, Stephen Spender and J.R.R. Tolkien’s early collections.”


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A History Sonnet by William Shakespeare

Re-reading Henry V I found myself enjoying the form of the final chorus in Act V. Whereas the previous choruses at the beginning of each act are written in blank verse, the final chorus is an epilogue in rhyme and is much shorter than the others.

Counting the lines I saw that there were fourteen. Examining the lines I saw they made up a perfect Shakespearean sonnet i.e. ABAB/CDCD/EFEF/GG.

We hear the unmistakable Shakespeare voice and – guess what? – he’s talking about himself. Shakespeare the poet is talking about Shakespeare the playwright:

“Our bending author hath pursued the story”.

He deploys his typical charming gambit of confident self-deprecation. Who would possibly agree with Shakespeare that his pen is “rough and all-unable”?

The third line is also remarkable for echoing Christopher Marlowe. “Infinite riches in a little room” is from The Jew of Malta. It is well documented that Shakespeare has alluded to that line in As You Like It when he has Touchstone say: “When a man’s verses cannot be understood, nor a man’s good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.” The allusion to the line of Marlowe’s brilliantly doubles up as an allusion to the official account of Marlowe’s death.

Shakespeare’s “In little room confining mighty men” follows the tone of all the choruses in seemingly apologising to the audience for the theatre’s inadequacy; but it is undoubtedly a second variation on the famous line by Marlowe.

However, there is another poet and another variant. John Donne’s beautiful 21 line lyric ‘The Good Morrow’ has the well-known line:

“And makes one little room an everywhere”.

Interestingly, this is regarded as one of the earliest of Donne’s poems and was written while he was studying at Lincolns Inn from 1592. Marlowe’s play was written two or three years earlier. It seems highly likely that Donne would have seen The Jew of Malta and was therefore alluding to the popular Marlowe in his earliest work. It also seems he’d have written his variant before Shakespeare wrote either of his.

All the lines by Marlowe, Donne and Shakespeare compare and contrast “a little room” with something much greater.

“Small time” in Shakespeare’s chorus has a double meaning implying the short duration of a play compared to the longer duration of the subject matter but also the short lifespan of Henry V himself. In a way the poem is like modern cinema in that a true life story is followed by a few sentences explaining what happened to the characters afterwards. The sextet aptly introduces ‘Henry the Sixth’ and how the mismanagement of his infantile reign lost the gains made by his father. Shakespeare reminds his audience in the phrase “Which oft our stage has shown” of his earlier sequence of history plays about Henry VI – which New Oxford Shakespeare claim was co-written with Marlowe.

This is not an emotionally charged sonnet but an occasional sonnet, a discursive exercise and an entertainment. But it is a well-crafted and fast-moving sonnet which might have been addressed to the Globe thousands as well as the court hundreds.


Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England: Fortune made his sword;
By which the world’s best garden he achieved,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown’d King
Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed:
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.


To recap:

“Infinite riches in a little room”

“And makes one little room an everywhere”

“a great reckoning in a little room”

“In little room confining mighty men”


One can imagine the London-based culture the poets were immersed in, all probably living in little rooms themselves. The Marlowe line must have made them all feel possessed of infinite riches when working in their Elizabethan garrets. Their aristocratic patrons had townhouses and country castles but were not so well endowed intellectually. This would surely have been a talking point in the taverns.

Finally it’s worth pointing out that that word ‘mighty’ has serious Marlovian connotations. This is because of Ben Jonson’s admiration for what he called “Marlowe’s mighty line”.





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After writing a sequence of fourteen prose poems about Christopher Marlowe called ESPIALS, and a masque THE BODY OF THE QUEEN, I thought that that would be the subject exhausted. But a final musical coda came through. I regard it as a tragic elegy in four quatrains for one of the most brilliant and transgressive poets ever to write in English.

It also afforded me an opportunity to use a new and seemingly appropriate typographical symbol, the dagger obelus:

One of the themes in the prose poems is that of the invisibility of Marlowe in London. Shakespeare is omnipresent but no one has carved Marlowe for the public eye in the city where he made his name. It’s as if he’s taboo.

I am therefore profoundly grateful to The London Magazine making up for this deficiency not only by publishing the elegy but also putting Julie Goldsmith’s miniature portrait on the front cover of the February/March edition. Suddenly, Marlowe is at large in the capital once again.

Goldsmith’s piece almost seems a fusion of Nicholas Hilliard and Quentin Tarantino. It is entitled ‘Ghost of Marlowe.’ This is because on a walk we did in Deptford in 2019, she felt ‘we were raising the ghost of Marlowe’. The amazing riverside site of Deptford Strand is the scene of the actual murder.

When one is writing an elegy for Marlowe, another factor comes into play. The proliferation of so-called anti-Stratfordians includes a busy subspecies of ‘Marlovians’ who claim Marlowe’s death was faked. It’s an optimistic fantasy.. He didn’t really go through that terrible ordeal, that vicious homocide. Actually he sailed to Europe and wrote lots more plays which were produced by William Shakespeare’s company and attributed to the man from Stratford. My poem imagines the moment of death and envisages its subject in the earth. The elegy not only keens for the poet but has to remind readers of the historical veracity of his demise.

It is always good to remember the words of Marlowe’s friend Edward Blount who published Hero and Leander posthumously and who wrote in his dedication of the volume to Thomas Walsingham: ‘Sir, we think not ourselves discharged of the duty we owe our friend, when we have brought the breathless body to earth: for albeit the eye there taketh his ever farewell of that beloved object, yet the impression of the man, that hath been dear to us, living an afterlife in our memory, there putteth us in mind of further obsequies due to the deceased….by these meditations (as by an intellectual will) I suppose my self executor to the unhappily deceased author of this poem.’

The conspiracy theory Marlovians kill Marlowe by keeping him alive. The official  Marlowe is a chronic underachiever to them. Too cowardly for tragedy, they release him from his ‘passion’ and console themselves for what he didn’t live to write by imagining him writing Shakespeare.



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Opens this Wednesday 6–8.30pm



Opening Wedesday 29 January 6–8.30pm

with a reading from William Blake’s Jersualem by poet Chris McCabe


Exhibition continues 30 January–8 March

Open Thursday–Sunday 12–6pm


With contributions from Keith Jarrett, Chris McCabe, Niall McDevitt, Robert Montgomery, Karen Sandhu, Iain Sinclair and Tamar Yoseloff


Curated by Chris McCabe in partnership with Flat Time House and Magnus Rena of the Sir Denis Mahon Foundation


This exhibition gives a unique opportunity to view Blake’s work in the domestic environment of Latham’s home – the ‘living sculpture’ of Flat Time House and embodiment of Latham’s worldview. The show is also an opportunity to bring Blake back to Peckham, at a site close to the Rye where, as a young boy, he had his vision of “a tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every bough like stars.”


The two series of works by Blake, from a private collection, generously lent for this exhibition by The Sir Denis Mahon Foundation, are prints by Blake in which he illustrated two poems by Thomas Gray, ‘The Bard’ and ‘The Fatal Sisters’.  They were commissioned in 1797 by Blake’s friend, the sculptor John Flaxman and produced over the following year. Blake mounted Gray’s poems to windows cut into large sheets of paper, then drawing and colouring his designs to surround the text. The full series is regarded amongst Blake’s major achievements as an illustrator. Throughout the series Blake emphasises the importance of imagination at work in the world through inspired acts of reading, writing, and performing music.


Thomas Grey’s poem, The Bard, was itself a potent influence on future generations of poets and painters, seen by many as the first creative work of the Celtic Revival and as lying at the root of the Romantic movement in Britain. Blake’s Gray works were pretty much unknown until 1919 and the twentieth century reprint as hand-coloured collotypes are significant in playing an important part of the process in making the piece more widely known.


Alongside these works, poets, writers and artists using language, have been commissioned to reflect on the contemporary relevance of Blake and Latham’s work. Blake and Latham each created complex, esoteric and all-encompassing cosmologies, which examined the nature and structure of the universe from within the constraints of daily life.  The poetic responses to their ideas are presented alongside the artwork and written word by Blake, within the context of Latham’s home and in Peckham, a spiritual home for Blake.


Image: Title-page of The Bard illustrated by William Blake, c. 1798, one of a set of 14 sheets, collotype and hand-colouring on wove paper with separately printed paper (unbound). Part of William Blake watercolour designs for the Poems of Thomas Gray, published by Trianon Press for the William Blake Trust, London 1972



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Wednesday 19 February

Free. Doors 6.30pm Readings 7pm




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Wednesday 26 February

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Come along to hear from some of the UK’s most dynamic poets as they present new work in response to Flat Time House’s exhibition, The Bard. Over 250 years after the young William Blake saw a vision of an angel in a tree on Peckham Rye, Flat Time House has commissioned six poets to bring their words and visions to Peckham. Each of the poets has been commissioned to write in response to the life and work of William Blake and/or in response to that other creator of cosmologies, John Latham. You will have time to see how the poet’s words have been installed on the walls of Flat Time House as part of the exhibition, as well as hearing the new work written in response to two artists (Blake and Latham) who felt they ‘must create a system or be enslaved by another man’s’ (Jerusalem).



Image: Detail from The Fatal Sisters illustrated by William Blake, c. 1798, one of a set of 11 sheets, collotype and hand-colouring on wove paper with separately printed paper (unbound). Part of William Blake watercolour designs for the Poems of Thomas Gray, published by Trianon Press for the William Blake Trust, London 1972


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Sunday 23 February 1–3pm

Walk begins at 1pm, exhibition open from 12pm


Join poets and psychogeographers Chris McCabe and Niall McDevitt on a Blake-inspired walk through Peckham. Drawing on The Bard exhibition at Flat Time House, McCabe and McDevitt will lead you through this area of London associated with Blake’s ramblings.


Beginning at Flat Time House, the walk will visit the Goose Green mural which depicts Blake’s boyhood vision of an angel on Peckham Rye. The walk will then go to the Rye itself in search for the tree that Blake saw his angel in, and then on diversion along the River Peck, one of many rivers that Blake was drawn to in his lifetime. The walk will end at Nunhead Cemetery, known as Nunhead Hill in Blake’s day, where Blake’s words will be read out loud to the urban dead. This walk is participatory and will invite thoughts and readings from Blake’s poems from everyone on the walk who would like to contribute.


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Image: Detail from The Bard illustrated by William Blake, c. 1798, one of a set of 14 sheets, collotype and hand-colouring on wove paper with separately printed paper (unbound). Part of William Blake watercolour designs for the Poems of Thomas Gray, published by Trianon Press for the William Blake Trust, London 1972

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Seventeen years to the day since the Flat Time House’s famous Face sculpture was completed, the work has been de-installed for extensive conservation work.


Fabricated from Fibreglass and Jesmonite with an aluminium and stainless steel support, significant weathering has caused the outside parts of the book to become fragile and distorted. Conservation work by art fabricators, Arteffects, will ensure the book is safe to remain on the front of Flat Time House for, at least, another 17 years. The window will be vacant for the current exhibition, The Bard: William Blake at Flat Time House, but the Face sculpture will return within a few months.


When commissioned by Southwark Council to produce a sculpture for the regeneration of his street in Peckham, John Latham chose not to produce a traditional public sculpture, but rather designate his house itself an artwork. For the passer-by, the most apparent manifestation of his intention is this book sculpture that pierces the front of the house. Held by the glass pane of the front window of the house, it hovers suspended half in the public realm and half inside. The title on the spine of the book reads ‘HOW THE UNIVOICE IS STILL UNHEARD’, referring to Latham’s unifying cosmology, Flat Time. Latham renamed the house FLAT TIME I-IO, (usually referred to as Flat Time House).


Latham had lived on Bellenden Road since 1983 but the process of commissioning and production in the early 2000s led to him reconsidering the nature of the building he lived and worked in. At the point of the book sculpture’s completion in 2003 he had come to think of it as an organism, describing it as a living sculpture. The front of the house is known as the Face, the sculpture intersecting the front window acting a signifier for all the activity, continuing to this day, that takes place within.


We would like to thank Steve Haines and the rest of the Arteffects team for their dedicated work and the Henry Moore Foundation and the John Latham Foundation for their generous support of this important conservation project.

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NOIT — 5




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NOIT — 5: bodies as in buildings is a collection of essays, short stories, and images exploring what happens when the domestic, the home, and the body are alienated from their most basic associations and given new ones. In these works, the threshold between house and street, the distinction between the public and private, becomes porous and inexhaustibly complex. NOIT — 5 features works by students from the MA Writing Programme at the Royal College of Art and an afterword by Brian Dillon.


NOIT is a creative journal published by Flat Time House. Comprising new writing and visual contributions, NOIT explores the theoretical concerns and artwork of John Latham (1921–2006), and their continued relevance.


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Flat Time House is the home and studio of the late British artist John Latham.

Flat Time House is a few minutes walk from Peckham Rye and East Dulwich British Rail stations. There are regular, fast trains from London Bridge & Victoria. Buses to Peckham Library or Rye Lane.

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The Fourfold Battersea Power Station

Sometimes I find myself in disagreement with Kathleen Raine, but hey! it’s okay for
Blakeans to disagree. It’s not like when Marxists disagree. This time I suspect I won’t be the only one who disagrees with the great lady and self-styled ‘Blake’s Secretary’. One of the essays in her book Golgonooza – City of Imagination meditates on ‘beautiless’ cities:
‘When I was young, and together with my Cambridge contemporaries, more or less influenced by Marxist idealism we were supposed to admire the then newly-built Battersea Power Station. It was the work of one of our best architects, Giles Gilbert Scott, and conceived as an example of architecture embodying the socialist ideal of a Worker State; a totally work-orientated secular society of collective effort towards a materialist Utopia in which all material needs would be satisfied. There was much talk about building beautiful factories for the workers, in those days, and of adorning them with modern art. And yet the utile, however worthy the purpose or technically impressive the construction, has never yet succeeded in creating an architecture that speaks to the imagination in its own language. Blake would surely have seen, in merely decorating factories or machines in themselves expressing material values, a false view of man and his purpose on earth, an evasion of fundamental issues, a merely superficial decoration of the ever-desolate streets of Babylon. Technology does not address the soul, does not speak to, or from, the archetype. We may admire the functional utility of Battersea Power Station but we cannot love it; our souls cannot inhabit it, as we can the cathedrals of Durham, or of Chartres, or the temples of Athens or Karnak, or the mosques of Agra or Cordova, or any temple of the gods under whatever name. In the sanctuaries of all cultures we feel at home, we feel a sense of familiarity, whereas in the secular cities of the modern West we feel strangely alien, perpetual exiles … from something that is not reflected back to us by our surroundings, whose absence is ever-present to us.’
Assuredy, I understand Raine’s sincere alienation from the sordid aspects of modern urbanity as well as the transcendental sensation one experiences when visiting holy sites. My personal favourite is the Haram al Sharif (Noble Sanctuary) in Jerusalem, an outdoor platform with a commanding view of the city in all directions, at the centre of which is the astonishing Dome on the Rock.
But I cannot share her critical attitude towards Battersea Power Station. Can anyone? I have never been inside any of its incarnations but I love the exterior designed by Giles Gilbert Scott, grandson of Sir George Gilbert Scott (who designed St Pancras Station). The four white chimneys add a ‘spiritual fourfold’ dimension to a building which looms like an ancient Babylonian temple on the London skyline. The religiosity is perhaps suggested by its ‘brick cathedral’ style; and it was hailed as a ‘temple of power’. It was and remains a cult classic. Though now converted to luxury flats one can imagine the great furnaces raging in the 1940s as it burnt the coal necessary to fill London with energy. Far from Blake disapproving, am I the only Blakean who can see Los with his hammer amid the original flames of a riverside site which seems straight from Golgonooza itself? Coincidentally, it is only a stone’s throw from where Blake married a local girl in 1782 at St Mary’s Battersea Church.
Niall McDevitt
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A Thank You Letter to My Fellow Blake Walkers


Dear Blake walkers

Thank you very much from New River Press and I for joining us on the unprecedented adventure of five different poetopographical William Blake walks on consecutive Sundays in London. It felt a bit like this:

All fell towards the Center, sinking downwards in dire ruin,
In the South remains a burning Fire: in the East. a Void
In the West, a World of raging Waters: in the North; solid Darkness
Unfathomable without end: but in the midst of these
Is Built eternally the sublime Universe of Los & Enitharmon

On ‘Nov 3 Central’ we began in South Molton street where Blake lived for 17 years and processed through the central London sites where he was born and baptised, where he studied and worked. The family home where he later held his one and only solo show in 1809 is now the site of a boarded up Patisserie Valerie. A towerblock, William Blake House, looms unapologetically behind. The loss of 28 Broad Street to the demolition ball is a tragedy and scandal, but the zone is still a very special portal in Soho. ‘The Corner of Broad Street weeps…’ We ended having a drink in what is now called Broadwick Street, chez John Snow. Thanks to my brother Roddy McDevitt for his readings from Blake’s poems.

On ‘Nov 10 East’ we donned the bonnet rouge for the most incendiary of the walks which saw Blake paired off with the medieval firebrand Wat Tyler. In 1381, Tyler and his cohorts burned down the Savoy Palace, home of the most hated man in the realm, John of Gaunt. In 1821, Blake came to live at 3 Fountain Court – now Savoy Passage – by what is today the staff entrance to the famous hotel. When I pointed to the first floor where William and Catherine lived for six years and where Blake died, a porter informed us that the space is one of four Savoy kitchens. We progressed from Blake’s death-place to his burial ground via the Newgate site of the Gordon Riots and then Smithfield where Tyler was killed by William Walworth. Bearding the lion in his den, we confronted the statue of Sir Francis Bacon in Grays Inn until it began to sprout batwings and cloven hooves. Having found the site of the long disappeared Albion Tavern, we ended in a still extant pub, The Masque Haunt, seated between information boards about Milton and Blake. Thanks to Stephen Micalef for his readings from Blake inc. ‘Let the Slave’.

On ‘Nov 17 South’ we met at the Blackfriars site of Albion Mills on the south side of the bridge – which was attacked by arsonists in 1791, after Blake had just moved south to Lambeth. A hat-trick of burnt-out buildings! We then explored Arthur Rimbaud’s Victorian Waterloo before crossing into Blake’s Georgian Lambeth. After attending the strange funeral of Friedrich Engels at the London Necropolis Railway, we explored the Blake mosaics under the arches and then invaded the site of his garden behind the facade of William Blake Estate on Hercules Road. We ended in The Pineapple. Thanks to Adam Sherry for his reading of ‘Ruts’ by Arthur Rimbaud.

On ‘Nov 24 North’ we braved the ‘ostentatious exertion’ which is the mark of ‘the Soldiers of Satan’ i.e. walking Hampstead Heath in search of Blake and other visionary poets. The Oak Hill Grove site of Gerard Manley Hopkins youth remains suspiciously druidic – we recited ‘Merlin’s Prophecy’ by a tower block called Merlin House, noting its eerie relevance to the Prince Andrew saga. Following in the footsteps of Blake in his old age, we called upon the cottage of his friend and fellow artist John Linnell in the wilds of North End, finding sanctuary in the Old Bull and Bush. Thanks to Jennifer Johnson for reading Joanna Baillie, to David Amery for reciting Blake’s ‘Never seek to tell thy love’, and to Jacky Ivimy for sharing a few thoughts about her ancestor John Linnell, in situ.

Merlin’s Prophecy

The harvest shall flourish in wintry weather
When two virginities meet together:

The King & the Priest must be tied in a tether
Before two virgins can meet together.

On ‘Dec 1 West’ we gathered under Marble Arch and tried to locate the exact position of the Gate of Los. I imagine it as Marble Arch swung sideways and repositioned at the very beginning of Oxford Street, arching over the street itself, where the turnpike toll once stood.

Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park
To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls
Of multitudes who die from Earth

We honoured the dead on the triangular traffic island on ye olde Watling Street, now Edgware Road, then moved from the burial site of Cromwell to the current home of Tony Blair. This marathon walk took us though the site of the Cato Street Conspiracy of 1820, and the former homes of Charles and Frederick Tatham. Catherine Blake lived with the latter after Blake’s death until her own demise in 1831. This was a disaster as Frederick Tatham later sold off and destroyed many of Blake’s copperplates and manuscripts. We met another of Blake’s disciples George Richmond as well as one of Blake’s possible British-Israelite teachers, Richard Brothers. After locating Jerusalem’s Pillars at the site of the Jews’ Harp Tavern we strenuously mounted Primrose Hill. Thanks to John Higgs for extemporising about the monumental power of Blake’s words carved into stone. Thanks also to Heathcote Ruthven for reading ‘A Little Boy Lost’ and ‘The Chimney Sweep’; and to David Erdos for reading ‘The Wisdom of Urizen’ and ‘The fields from Islington to Marybone’. One or two others did readings during the series, but I didn’t get their names.

Thanks to all who came on all of the walks, and to anyone who came on any. Check out 2020’s Poets Calendar on the New River Press site. There might be something for you; and there will be additions especially in the summer months. The final word is from Los:

Inspiration deny’d; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment:
I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans:
I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.
That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang
Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:

Photo: Jacek Zebrowski
Niall McDevitt


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Blake 17
Join us at the National Liberal Club for a literary celebration of the spookiest season.

Real-life chills, a modern magus and ghost stories to freeze the blood. Paul Burston relates the personal horror story that inspired his new crime novel, The Closer I Get, biographer Phil Baker unravels the strange life and career of the occult artist Austin Osman Spare, poetopographer Niall McDevitt discusses the Gothic visions of William Blake, and Syd Moore, author of the Essex Witch Museum series of supernatural thrillers, reads one of her new ghost stories. Presided over by regular host, Suzi Feay. Shivers guaranteed!

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Wed, 30 October 2019

19:00 – 22:00 GMT

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