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August 12, 1827
William Blake   (1757 - 1827)
William Blake: "Always in Paradise"
by Steve King

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On this day in 1827 William Blake died, at the age of sixty-nine. Blake's last years passed more or less as his others: in such poverty and obscurity that his burial in Bunhill Fields was largely unnoticed and on borrowed money -- nineteen shillings for an unmarked grave, the body nine feet down, stacked on top of three others, and eventually followed by four more. Blake was devout to his own, inimitable version of Christianity, and put so little stock in "that faint Shadow Calld Natural Life" that he would not have cared. Death, he said, was "but a removing from one room to the other," and according to his wife, Catherine, Blake had made his choice of rooms early: "I have very little of Mr. Blake's company," she had told a friend. "He is always in Paradise." To Blake, it was "The Imagination which Liveth for Ever" and work that was important. According to those close to him, "one of the very last shillings spent was in sending out for a pencil," with which he continued to sketch until the end, even taking his weeping wife as subject: "Stay, Kate! Keep just as you are -- I will draw your portrait -- for you have ever been an angel to me." "Just before he died "His Countenance became fair," wrote a friend later, "His eyes Brighten'd and He burst out into Singing of the things he saw in Heaven."

Blake's attitude towards decades of poverty and obscurity was not entirely detached. He had come to see himself as an engraver and a painter more than a poet, and he had hopes that an 1808 exhibition of his work would not only make money but vindicate his original style and visionary themes. His advertisement for the sixteen "Paintings in Fresco, Poetical and Historical Inventions" proclaimed that "The ignorant Insults of Individuals will not hinder me from doing my duty to my Art" and invited "those who have been told that my Works are but an unscientific and irregular Eccentricity, a Madman's Scrawls ... to do me the justice to examine before they decide." Few attended, no pictures were sold, and the only review of the Exhibition described Blake as an "unfortunate lunatic, whose personal inoffensiveness secures him from confinement." The poetry fared about the same. Few saw or read any of his hand-illustrated and hand-printed work while he was alive; in 1811, two years away from his appointment as poet laureate, Robert Southey reported reading "a perfectly mad poem called Jerusalem."

Catherine continued to print her husband's work after he died, and on this, with some help from Blake's small circle of friends and fans, she managed to survive for several years. As contemporary accounts have it, she "saw Blake frequently after his decease: he used to come and sit with her two or three hours every day." This was partly companionship, partly business: "he advised with her as to the best mode of selling his engravings." When Catherine died -- "calling continually to her William, as if he were only in the next room" -- the bulk of Blake's engravings and works passed into the hands of Frederick Tatham, who reported that he sold his inheritance "for thirty years" and at "good prices." He eventually lost the engraving plates, and according to biographer G. E Bentley Jr. (The Stranger From Paradise, 2001), from whom much of the above is taken, destroyed much else.

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