Friday, 23 January 2015

In the footsteps of Blake

Poetry at the Ashmolean

In the footsteps of Blake

Nick Owen has organised a series of three events of modern poetry in celebration of the life and work of William Blake.
The first two events are poetry readings inside the William Blake; Apprentice and Master Exhibition which is on now.

January 24th  

Seven poets read their works among the exhibits.

There are two readings; the first is from 12.30 – 1.30 p.m. The second is from 2.30- 3.30 p.m. Free with a ticket to the exhibition


February 21st

Poets read their works among the exhibits.

There are two readings; the first is from 12.30 – 1.30 p.m. The second is from 2.30- 3.30 p.m. Free with a ticket to the exhibition.

February 28th    

“In the Footsteps of Blake.” 

11.00 a.m.  - 12.30 p.m.

Nick Owen gives a talk with slides describing how William Blake has inspired people across two centuries to create poems with pictures. The talk will examine some of Blake’s works as well as modern works that have been inspired by Blake.

£5 via ticketing at the oxford Playhouse.

( See: Ashmolean website or poetryandpicturesatthemuseum.blogspot.co.uk.)

Sunday, 11 January 2015

The Oxford Blake Festival: some thoughts from Nick Owen


Blake was a revolutionary prophetic poet and artist, who put together sublime poetry and pictures in the service of his profound visionary illumination of human life.

He invites us all to find within us our poetic soul, which will lead us into wise understandings.

More than that, Blake challenges us to transcend the opposites, heaven and hell, love and hate. He anticipates Jung’s archetypal psychology by a hundred years and more. But while Jung suggests that if we are looking for God we should start by looking in the mud at our feet, Blake advocates a marriage between heaven and hell. Heaven may have reason, he says, but hell has the energy we all need to live creative lives.

He writes:

 

“The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition.

Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.”



To study Blake is to explore theology, philosophy, art, religion, history and culture change in addition to his core achievement as one of England’s greatest poets. You can find something of all these things in the Blake Festival which starts in Oxford on 18th January.   


However, the main exhibition of Blake’s work is at the Ashmolean,


which started in December and runs to the end of February has decided to be much constrained, focusing on his development as a print maker. The preamble describes him as “still one of the least understood” of English artists. The exhibition certainly helps us understand his technical innovations in the development of print making, but if that is not what inspires you about Blake then you may find it disappointing. Given the incredible complexity of Blake, it must have seemed very sensible to ground the exhibition in the relative simplicity of cutting marks into copper plates. The amount of research and scholarship which has gone into the exhibition is immense. Yet I find the presentation frustrating. On the walls there are some of the key words Blake wrote, but they are even harder to see than the small dark prints he made that have faded over the years. Why can’t they employ a better lighting engineer?

I will help;

“But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged. This I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

Amazing words. What a fine central focus for an exhibition on Blake they would have made. They are there, written on the wall in gold printed letters, but tucked away in a very dark corner where they cannot easily be deciphered. You must move about and stretch to be able to read all the words.


Instead of exploring these depths we learn about the sociology of Blake’s life and about the commercial aspects of his work. We see evidence of his apprenticeship, and the economics of his trade. If the curators are to be believed, art then was as much about social position and money making as it is today.

We do learn about Blake’s sources, which enable us to put him in a long tradition of illuminated script. We can observe a journey from medieval “illuminated manuscripts” to what Blake himself calls “illuminated printing.” We also see work by some of his contemporary followers. But you need to go to the wider Blake Festival to see how Blake is alive in graphic novels and other forms today.

The Tutmania exhibition last summer showed how the world of a hundred years ago was stimulated by the discoveries in Egypt. But here we have no references to the modern world of Youtube where video-poetry inspired by Blake is still vividly alive.

The editor of a TV company I approached about Blake and modern poetry felt that he was not sufficiently in the public mind to make a film on him a goer at the moment, without a specific anniversary. But Blake is so relevant to the world we live in now.

Blake was a prophet in a revolutionary age. America and Europe were bursting the shackles of the old Gods and Kings and creating new liberty, equality and fraternity. He evaded the English censors of his time only because he could print his works himself in a room in his own house (recreated in the exhibition).

Today we are barely waking from an adman’s media dream world to the reality of revolutions that threaten to destroy our political, financial and ecological systems.

The old religions of the near east are profoundly challenged by modern secularism and neo-capitalism. Their fundamental adherence to ancient revelation cannot endure much longer. In their death throes they start new crusades and Jihads to fight for their old dying “truths” and threaten us all with their jealous controlling monotheistic Gods of destructive rage.

We secular Westerners still worship Gods. We do so without even knowing it. We build vast towers that dwarf the old cathedrals to the glorification of that Old Devil Pluto, God of the underworld, of wealth and of Death. We no longer serve God, we serve Mammon. Those vast financial institutions came very close to tumbling down recently, and according to some analysts are due to fall down permanently quite soon.

The wisest among us are trying to tell us that the unbridled greed of our neo-capitalist system can do nothing to preserve the biosphere we inhabit, but will only cause its destruction.

Yet the wonders of modern digital technology enable us all to create visionary art and poetry in the spirit of Blake. But where are the new prophets?  Who is making the journey to the inner self, the Higher Self, and bringing us their visions and poetic insights?  The internet is filling with visions of Jihad recruitment films and apocalyptic nightmare wars or terrorism. Blake could print his own work. Today anyone can publish to the world instantly.

Our creative young people seem to be choosing instead to advise their followers on the use of make-up. Vast corporations seek to employ them to promote their goods.

Where are the creative poem-picture and video-poetry makers inspired by Blake, who can show us a better way forward, showing us a new Jerusalem? Is art in the hands of the formaldehyde fish brigade or the young Jihadis who want to take us back to the dark ages?

The inspired by Blake Festival looks at modern work in rap and graphic novel writing. The panel on Blake and his visions looks worryingly like an attempt to turn him into a psychiatric problem. (Forgive me if this is wrong.)

It is possible that the Live Friday session on Heaven and Hell will give us modern art, poetry and music. But I have no details to share.

If you want to see what modern poets make of Blake you will have to go to the poetry events I am leading at the Ashmolean. They are not shown on the Ashmolean’s own festival programme on-line nor on the Blackwell’s festival website. However, you can find information about them on the written leaflet available in both places.

Poems by Nick Owen, Tina Negus, Jalina Myana, Mary Stableford, Diana Moore, Julie Forth and others can be heard in readings at the museum exhibition at 12.30 and 14.30 on January 24th and February 21st. My illustrated presentation, “In the footsteps of Blake,” can be seen on 28th February at 11.00 -12.30 p.m. in the lecture theatre at the museum.

You can find examples of poem-picture art inspired by Blake on the Flickr website here: https://www.flickr.com/groups/poetryandpicturesengland/


Monday, 8 December 2014

Gallery Readings for the new year

The readings for January and February will be in the Blake Exhibition


If you want to see what modern poets make of Blake you will have to go to the poetry events I am leading at the Ashmolean. They are not shown on the Ashmolean’s own festival programme on-line nor on the Blackwell’s festival website.

However, you can find information about them on the written leaflet available in both places. Poems by Nick Owen, Tina Negus, Jalina Myana, Mary Stableford, Diana Moore, Julie Forth and others can be heard in readings at the museum exhibition at 12.30 and 14.30 on January 24th and February 21st. My illustrated presentation, “In the footsteps of Blake,” can be seen on 28th February at 11.00 -12.30 p.m. in the lecture theatre at the museum. You can find examples of poem-picture art inspired by Blake on the Flickr website here: https://www.flickr.com/groups/poetryandpicturesengland/

Or on this dedicated weblog: http://poetryandpicturesatthemuseum.blogspot.co.uk/

Check last post for more details

IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF BLAKE


This will be a Powerpoint presentation on the development of nineteenth, twentieth and twenty-first century poetry and pictures from the inspiring work of William Blake. The emphasis will be on connecting visual art with the written word and poetry.


It will also look backwards to much earlier connections between visual and linguistic codes in Egypt and China.

There will be references to the latest developments in multi-media self expression as well as an examination of the work of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath and Pre-Raphaelites.

Blake will be seen as an inspiration both in terms of philosophy and psychology as well as the developments he inspired in poetry and the visual arts.

Extract from Poetry and pictures manifesto below


(From the earliest days of printing, a world of visual images with associated thought and feeling, juxtaposed with text has been part of the western way of enculturation, to help in the process of translating meaningless ciphers, squiggles on a page, into the stuff of inner experience, into understood written words, leaping from the page or screen into constructs of a mental world.

I will never forget the moment when words and images entwined and danced for me as I began to understand written text for the first time. It was like the moment when stumbling and sinking transform into skiing and swimming as learning transforms to achieving.

The real father of Poetry and Pictures as a genre has to be William Blake, a visual artist by trade, and one of the greatest poets in the English language. More recently, the last poet laureate, Ted Hughes, set the ball rolling for modern artists with his book, “The Remains of Elmet”. He wrote poems specifically for a photographer’s art works here. In a second book, “River”, he juxtaposed poetry with an artist’s photographs without connecting them more intimately.

Hughes only wrote the poetry. He collaborated with others to create these poem-picture works. We are encouraging such collaborative work, and are open to both photographers and poets, but we are mostly focused on creating a combined work made by one author. “Poetry and Pictures” is, I believe, the first attempt to establish the two arts together as a genre for the twenty first century.

Photography has always struggled to establish its credentials as an Art form in its own right. Poetry in turn, has struggled to make a case that it is still relevant to this fast changing world. Much modern writing is as uninspiring as a snapshot from a cheap digital camera. I believe that combining ideas expressed visually with ideas expressed in words can make for a powerful medium of expression, both folk art and high art. The idea is to link a poem with a picture or series of pictures. The two can also blend together into a single visual image, which is both poetry and photography. I am not sure how many variations on the overall theme will emerge. Already there are versions I had not dreamed about. I find the merging of words into visual art in graphic artistry a particularly inspiring form. Poetry condenses experience. A photographer or graphic artist can do the same with a visual image.)

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Holy Grail



                                                                                         “There is a crack, a crack in everything.                                  That’s where the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen
                                                                                                                                                                       

In a quiet corner of this old museum a grail lies. Far from the famed Pre-Raphaelites and Raphaelites and all the other ites it sits beside its ancient friend. The Holy Grail is said to heal and whole whoever drinks from it. But Christians think communion cups of any kind can turn your wine to blood, and golden salvers turn your bread to flesh. Ah! The grail that you see is not the grail that you think you know. Its holiness pertains to holes around its sides. Patched and patched, patched and mended, this Holy Grail is not exactly splendid.

Why are we here? Look with your inner eye. Go on, give it a try. Are those just rings that hold the handles on the lip, or can you catch a glimpse of fingers take a grip. Over the lip, over the lip, over the lip and in- Gwion dips and comes out Taliesin. Are you a bard, or druid, did you say? You’ll know the tale where Gwion steals new life and runs away. Ceridwen’s cauldron is the grail on display.

Cool and quiet, behind the glass, why not go by, and simply let this pass?  It asks no questions, hasn’t much to say, why not walk on, it will be here still on some other day? Oh, but if you will look closely then perhaps you’ll see a fire burn below it, a fire from a living tree- a fire that can turn base metal into gold, and other wonders, wonders to behold – if you could only see this object with your inner eye. I beg you once again, give it a try.



                                                                    © Nick Owen                                November 2014

Friday, 17 October 2014

October readings in the galleries

Poetry Tour in the Galleries Saturday 18th October

Meet Randolph Sculpture Gallery


12.30 and 2.30  Laura Guthrie reads "Gallery 21" The seated Muse, Clio  Gallery 21, Sculpture

12.40 and 2.40  Dr J A McGowan reads ‘Hadrian and the Old  fisherman’ Gallery 14, Cast Gallery

12.50 and 2.50 Sarianne Durie reads Stitches So Small  Gallery 5, Textiles lower ground floor

1.00 and 3.00  Nick Owen reads ‘Under a Blood Moon’   Gallery 46 Baroque Art

1.10 and 3.10  Mary Stableford reads ‘Holding a Cat and Dog Gallery 43 Italian Renaissance

1.20 and 3.20 Paul Surman reads ‘The Flight of the Vestel Virgins Early Italy Gallery, 42,

Saturday, 2 August 2014

last call for poetry summer school. Please book your ticket now












The poetry summer school was full last year, but at the moment, with staff sickness in the Education Department, they are looking to cancel the workshop.
We need a few more tickets sold by the middle of next weeks, so if you were thinking of going, or know someone who might be interested please look at the attached flyer.

I spent a few hours in the Tut exhibition on Thursday. It is very different from earlier Tut exhibitions, which showed the wonders of the tomb to people for the first time.
This exhibition is all about the context of the discovery, hence the title, Discovering Tutankhmun. Maybe it should be "Rediscovering Tutankhmun".

It was 1914, a hundred years ago, just as Europe sank into the terrible conflagration of a war that was supposed to end all wars,
that a very young Englishman and fine artist called Howard Carter was allowed to start excavating the Egyptian Valley of the Kings.
He was on the point of giving up in despair when the tomb of Tutankhamun was discovered in 1922.

The exhibition begins with images of that moment of discovery. In a single moment the world of three thousand years ago burst through
into the light of a twentieth century day. But will it make any ripples today?

I am looking for poets who can connect that shock and awe of a hundred years ago with the shock and awe of today.

The West seems set on humbling Russia, a country just one sixteenth of NATO's economic size, while standing idly by while hideous atrocities
are carried out by Israel in the middle east. A Third World War just might be looming. Our rulers are ignoring humanitarian needs again.

The second part of the Ashmolean Exhibition is called "Tutmania." It shows us the way in which the Western World responded
to the discoveries in the roaring twenties which followed the war and the flu epidemic which followed it, killing more people than the war itself.

We look at high culture and low culture, from the finest gold jewelry to the silliest pop song of the day.
The air waves hummed with "Old King Tut". The world loved it. But any poet of today could write a better lyric in five minutes.

Can anyone capture the spirit of our age through the mirror of the Pharaoh?

I was impressed by the skill and intelligence of the men and women who explored the contents of that tomb and brought it out into the modern world.
I was also impressed with the interaction between the lost and rediscovered Kingdom of the Pharaohs and the shattered and shaking Kingdoms of modern Europe.

As a psychotherapist and mythologist I perceive the culture of the twenties as manic, even hyper-manic.
The creators of the exhibition emphasize how economies and technologies were driving rapidly ahead as the effects of war faded.
They emphasize the great cultural enthusiasm for the Golden King, rescued from the obscure past.
They do not endorse the recent hi-tech research evidence that the young King was probably killed in battle, saying it is just one of many theories,
though they acknowledge that there was warfare both with the Nubians to the south and the Syrians to the north at this period.
They do cover the extraordinary history of the period a little, however. Tutankhamun, which translates as the living image of Amun, was originally
named Tutankhaten, the living image of the Aten. Tutankhamen, which my computer ties to tell me is the correct spelling, is a only historical distortion.

The exhibition does not explore the birth of a Communist alternative world out of the First World War, nor the collapse of that world over twenty years ago.
It could have emphasized the fact that King Tut undid the revolution of his culture-hero father, returning Egypt to the worship of the old Gods his father had briefly swept aside.
That is a far more interesting subject, but we do not have the right artifacts to support it.

Britain was very close to a general strike at this time. The old British/German monarchy had to reinvent itself to survive. The actual German monarchy was gone, replaced by a failing republic.

The mad mix of monarchy and capitalism which had created such an appalling war tottered on through the twenties in Britain.
Old King Tut was not so much a hero of a new world but the PR man's dream of a poster boy for continuing the old order.
In America, President Hoover named his dog "Tut".

"Tut", the emblem of an eternal empire, an unending golden Kingdom, is so far from historical reality.
I suspect he symbolizes most of all the attempt to push the genie back into the bottle, to restore the world to an old order,
which should have been swept away by an awareness of the madness of world war that order created.
Instead, we had the flappers and all that manic jazz, followed by round two of the unfinished world war.

Seven years ago, our capitalist Gods deserted us.

We propped them back up again, but for how long?

Is poetry or the museum relevant to any of this?

Come to the poetry workshop and explore it with me on 19th and 20th of August at the Ashmolean.

For Booking people need to visit www.oxfordplayhouse.com/ticketsoxford to buy online, call 01865 305305 to book by phone, or call in to the Oxford Playhouse ticket office to buy in person.


taken from another weblog; very touching!

Why the world went wild for King Tut

But there is another, more poignant reason for Tutankhamun’s popularity: the impact of the First World War. The vulnerability of this pharaoh who had died while still an adolescent moved a public coming to terms with the loss of so many young men on the Western Front.

An article published in The New York Times in 1923 confirms that people at the time viewed the story of Tutankhamun through the prism of the Great War: “As the objects have been brought out, spectators have remarked that, from the manner in which they were bandaged and transported with almost tender care on the stretcher-like trays, they reminded one of casualties being brought out of the trenches or casualty clearing stations.”