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Thematic Artwork for Labor Day
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"Man's Liberation Through Electricity" (Mural painted under direction
of Rockwell Kent, for GE building at New York World's Fair)
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"Local Industry" (Mays 1936)
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"Steel Industry" (Cook, 1936)
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"Detroit Industry" (Diego Rivera 1932-33 )
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"America Today" (Bention 1931)
The above mural artworks are part of the 20th-century modernist art movement known as "Art Deco." The last four of the murals were dedicated to the workers (both in America and Mexico, roughly from 1920-1950). For the artwork of one such American (progressive) muralist, Thomas Hart Benton, click button below.
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William Blake and the Poetic "Labours of Art & Science"
William Blake, 19th-century radical working-class poet, painter, and printer, helps the Gypsy Scholar celebrate Labor Day
William Blake's poetic concept of Labor: the "Labours of Art & Science," which are the
Labours of the archetypal creator-poet, Los.
To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains,
In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah
With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore
He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;
Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems.
(Jerusalem, pl. 11)
[Los] Then arose / And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer …
(Jerusalem, pl. 6)
Here’s artist and printer William Blake’s proto-Marxist (or Karl Marx's post-Blakean) view of the artist-as-laborer:
"The Labours of the Artist, the Poet, the Musician, have been proverbially attended by poverty and obscurity; this was never the fault of the Public, but was owing to a neglect of means to propagate such works as have wholly absorbed the Man of Genius. Even Milton and Shakespeare could not publish their own works." (Prospectus: To The Public)
"I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body and mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination -- Imagination, the real and Eternal World of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow, and in which we shall live in our Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies are no more. The Apostles knew of no other Gospel. What were all their spiritual gifts? What is the Divine Spirit? Is the Holy Ghost any other than an Intellectual Fountain? What is the harvest of the Gospel and its labours? What is that talent which it is a curse to hide? What are the treasures of Heaven which we are to lay up for ourselves? Are they any other than mental studies and performances? What are all the gifts of the Gospel? Are they not all mental gifts? Is God a Spirit who must be worshipped in spirit and in truth? And are not the gifts of the Spirit everything to Man? O ye Religious, discountenance every one among you who shall pretend to despise Art and Science! I call upon you in the name of Jesus! What is the life of Man but Art and Science? Is it meat and drink? Is not the Body more than raiment? What is Mortality but the things relating to the Body, which dies? What is Immortality but the things relating to the Spirit, which lives eternally? What is the Joy of Heaven but improvement in the things of the Spirit? What are the Pains of Hell but Ignorance, Bodily Lust, Idleness, and devastation of the things of the Spirit? Answer this to yourselves, and expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art and Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel. Is not this plain and manifest to the thought? Can you think at all, and not pronounce heartily: that to labour in knowledge is to build up Jerusalem; and to despise knowledge is to despise Jerusalem and her Builders." (To The Christians)
In a letter of 1800, Blake writes about Jesus’ “labours of Art and Science in this world.”
In Blake’s poetic epic of Jerusalem, his eternal poet, Los, “has poured his prophetic energies into inspired labour in the furnaces of his forge and time and space ….” And his great energies in building the city of Jerusalem are called “the sublime Labours.” His prophetic vision inspires his “labouring at the roarings of his Forge”.
The three images below are of Los, labouring at his forge with hammer and anvil to create "Golgonooza" ("Cathedron," city of "Art & Manufacture," or "City of Art") and, finally, the New Jerusalem (city of "Liberty;" "a City, yet a Woman").
Blake also wrote two poems about the plight
of the child chimney sweepers of London
"The Chimney Sweeper"
(from Songs of Innocence)
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!' "
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
"The Chimney Sweeper"
(from Songs of Experience)
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying " 'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"—
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
"Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
Paintings of England's child chimney sweepers
