Photo by Johann Sauty esperanzaspalding.com
On the one hand, there is a stunning musician: Esperanza Spalding, the charismatic bassist, composer, and singer, who distinguished herself in the contemporary jazz scene. On the other hand, there is a long gone but not forgotten poet: William Blake, an original, radical, and massively influential artist, who became a key figure in the Romantic movement. Esperanza Spalding’s third solo album Chamber Music Society, released in 2010, includes a track called Little Fly: this is William Blake’s poem The Fly, from his collection Songs of Experience, published in 1794.
Two hundred and sixteen years later, the former seems to be very happy, and I have no doubt that the same would apply to the latter just as much: that “Billie Blake Lives” graffiti outside Paddington Station was no accident.
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly.
If I live,
Or if I die.
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly.
If I live,
Or if I die.
Portrait by Thomas Phillips Wikipedia