I took these photos as I wandered along the Thames Embankment in London, coming from the Tate Gallery. Art galleries always fill me with boundless ideas and imagination. I get such a sense of hope. I’d just seem some of the wonderful works of William Blake, illustrations for his most famous poems.
Blake would have been an ardent blogger. His images and poems mesh perfectly together. He was prolific, he would have blogged every day. Not many people read him at the time, but he wasnt daunted. He saw angels everywhere and he wasnt afraid to tell us about them.
However, as I left it seemed to me that restrictions were everywhere. The plants were in prison, all was rule and order. Even the trees were locked in iron gratings. I thought of Blake’s poem as I looked upon the chart’d Thames.
London (first two stanzas)
By William Blake
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear