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Power Station, Corruption and Lies

On 18th August 1782, William Blake, prophet of Romanticism, married Catherine Boucher, at St Mary’s Church in Battersea. Their courtship was short, and apparently sealed when Blake regaled Boucher with a story of a previous spurned engagement. He asked if she pitied him, and she did. He then, taking pity as a sign from above, declared his love for her. Boucher inspired Blake, and his devotion to her was steadfast1. In the years that followed, Blake painted and wrote; whilst all around him, the industrial revolution forged a new world from blood, sweat and pig iron. The Albion Flour Mills, in Southwark, were a short distance away from Blake, and burned down in 1791. This sight, but also his belief that the factories, mills, and collieries of the early 19th century represented an enslavement of humanity; inspired him.

And was Jerusalem builded here, amongst these dark Satanic Mills?

150 years on from Blake and Boucher’s marriage, a second temple was being erected on the banks of the Thames. The London Power Company began construction on the Battersea Power Station. Far from Blake’s dark Satanic Mills, this was a cathedral of brick designed to bring a whole different type of enlightenment to the masses of London. Construction spanned across a world war, before the iconic four chimney structure was complete. The marriage of the white heat of technology and design created a new icon for London, represented in popular culture throughout its life. Every year, over a million tonnes of finest coal from South Wales and Northeast flowed through the Thames to Battersea, to power London2.

But then the future was the past. Coal was being replaced by nuclear and gas; and it didn’t seem quite right to have a power station in the centre of the metropolis. As the turbines slowed, the building couldn’t just be lost. The St Paul’s of Power was given a stay of execution and listed. But, unlike cathedrals, what is the purpose of a power station when it no longer produces power? And thus began a forty-year search for something to use the building for. From a theme park, to a mall and leisure complex, to an eco-dome, to a football stadium; monorail salesmen came and went; whilst the station stood, slowly crumbling3. Until the money and plans finally arrived to make something of it.

The new development of a high-end shopping centre opened a few weeks back (14th October). What has replaced the vacuous void previously entombed by those four chimneys is, well, a different kind of vacuous void. Inside, its beautiful. The original fittings have been restored, and the history of the place hangs in the air. But it’s a processed, refined, and conditioned air. What was once designed to extract heat from carbon, now exists to extract capital from punters. Rolex and Breitling, Genesis and Polestar4, Maeving and VanMoof5; the shops here aren’t what you’d find in the Stratford Centre or Eagle Centre Market. This is shopping as aspiration. If shopping isn’t the aspiration for you, there’s also the Control Room B bar, where you can enjoy a whimsically named cocktail6 for £12, supping whilst surrounded by the original dials, control desks and switchgear racks, if you can bear the queue. Walking around, you can’t help but feel that the beauty is hollow. Behind the pretty face, there ain’t nothing there but marketing.

Yet, I don’t know what else you could do with a building such as this. Whilst it’s not for me, there is a market for posh shopping centres. It also begs the question asked earlier – as industrial heritage moves from the industrial to the heritage; what do we do with these temples of technology? Not every factory, mill, power station can become an art gallery, museum, exhibition space. Whilst there is value in preserving these buildings, they can’t be held in aspic; and allowing them to slowly crumble is more regrettable than a tarting up by a developer. But to expose them fully to market forces is to gamble on short-term future. Today’s high-end shopping destination is tomorrow’s thoroughfare of American Candy shops and scaffolding covered in turf7. Can the developers keep Battersea Power Station attractive to shops and shoppers.

Blake wrote of dark Satanic Mills in a preface to his epic Milton poem, asking whether Jesus had visited England, and created a heaven on Earth. This preface was little known until 1916, when it was included by Robert Bridges in a patriotic anthology of verse, to help inspire the nation through the depths of the First World War. Bridges, then asked composer Sir Hubert Parry to put the verses to music, and the hymn Jerusalem was born. The raw structure of Blake’s words, written by a man with an antipathy to Christian orthodoxy and England’s role in the world; were inhabited by a patriotic and religious fervour. By adapting what existed before, something new and itself intrinsically valuable was created. And, despite my own antipathy, this is what must happen to industrial relics such as Battersea Power Station.

1Well not that steadfast, as Blake was a member of the Free Love movement, which believed marriage to be akin to slavery. He did also consider bringing in an additional wife. But, other than that, steadfast.

2Or at least third of it.

3Unsubtle metaphor alert – the 2010 Conservative Party Manifesto was also launched there.

4Clubs found in a Midlands market town and/or high-end electric car manufacturers.

5Dutch economists famed for a paper on the interactions between social capital and Scandinavian welfare systems and/or bike manufacturers.

6One is named Battery Licker, which I’m sure is a slur of some sort.

7Having said that, the Mound is the best/funniest thing in London for ages. More Mounds!

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