
William Blake at Hampstead, 1825, by John Linnell
Actress
Ruth Rosen.
God Creates
Adam, by William Blake, 1795-1805. |
| A
giant and a visionary unmasked |
Ruth Rosen greets me
at her door in Frognal Gardens with a sneeze. “I’m choking
with dust from this biography,” the Hampstead actress explains.
“The last time anyone took it out of the library was in the
1970s.”
The book is Alexander Gilchrist’s 1863 biography of poet, artist
and visionary William Blake, one of the copious volumes Ruth has devoured
for her one woman show. Man Without a Mask is at the New End Theatre
next Sunday and Monday, as part of the Hampstead and Highgate Festival.
She calls her performance a dramatised reading, her own selection
of Blake’s poems, prose and letters from 200 years ago.
Ruth specialises in re-animating genius. “The delightful part
is finding out about the person,” she says. “And the performance,
of course. If you know what a poet is like, you can understand where
his poems are coming from.”
That’s why she tracked down the Gilchrist, Blake’s first
great biographer. “I have to go right to the source,”
she says, “and do real detective work.”
Last year she researched and performed Keats at the poet’s former
home in Hampstead and last month the poems of the artist William Turner
at the National Gallery. She took Virginia Woolf on tour with biographer
Michael Holroyd, and read contemporary poet WS Graham at the National
Theatre with Harold Pinter.
Yet she insists, among the 100 remarkable, real-life subjects she’s
performed to date, William Blake is someone special. “He’s
one of my great passions, a hero,” she says. “The spirit
and the soul was the only thing that mattered to him.”
Man Without A Mask was inspired by Blake’s painting of Elohim
(or God) Creating Adam. Ruth explains: “His pre-occupation,
indeed his whole philosophy, was that afterwards, the Creator repented,
because Adam was frail flesh, like you and I, and not the spirit.
Blake spoke to the English nation like an Old Testament prophet. But
a prophet without honour. He was never published in his lifetime and
literally lived in his visions.
“He wrote: ‘Profit never ventured across my threshold’
and the artist John Linnell discovered him in obscurity and neglect.
Yet now Blake’s prints sell for millions.
“He was 200 years ahead of his time,” says Ruth. “His
obsessions were our New Age preoccupations with healing and the soul.”
The son of a prosperous London hosier, Blake’s friendship with
Linnell brought him to visit Hampstead, where Linnell lived at North
End and sketched the ageing visionary in 1825.
“Blake is so modern,” Ruth continues. “He said:
‘To the eyes of a man of commerce, a tree is a green thing that
stands in the way’. Well, if I were queen of Hampstead today,
I’d try to stop a lot of building and make as much green space
as possible.
“I don’t think he was mad. People always say that about
original thinkers who break utter new ground and don’t conform.”
She tells how the poet’s wife, Catherine, had to sit at his
side night after night “not moving hand or foot”, while
he poured out his visions with fierce concentration. “She was
his handmaid. After he died, she said ‘Mr Blake was a God.’”
South African-born Ruth came to Hampstead with her late husband, Johannesburg
psychiatrist and sculptor Ismond Rosen.
She says: “My husband was a genius and a beautiful man. He was
much older than me, like a father figure, and I was in his thrall.”
But she rejects that she is recreating this relationship by filling
her life with giants from the past.
“When I was bringing up my children, I fell into dramatised
readings as a way of working without having to go away on tour. But
now I’d like to go back to acting with others in the theatre,”
she says.”
Despite Ruth’s “lifetime in Hampstead”, the “abject
misery of apartheid”, which horrified her childhood, never left
her.
She took part in a myriad protest readings for the African National
Congress in London and refused to perform in her native land before
the release of Nelson Mandela.
And what would she say to William Blake, if he could sit with her
now? “To see what his work was really like, I’d ask him
to speak or sing some of his poems.”
n Man Without a Mask is at the New End Theatre, Hampstead on May 11
at 8 pm and May 12 at 3.30 pm and 8 pm. |