Biography of William Baylebridge
William Baylebridge was the pseudonym of Charles William Blocksidge, an Australian poet and short-story writer.
Blocksidge was born in Brisbane, Queensland, the son of George Henry Blocksidge, an auctioneer and estate agent. He was educated at Brisbane Grammar School and by a private tutor David Owen, M.A., a classical scholar who became a close friend.
In 1908 Blocksidge travelled to London with his friend Robert Graham Brown. He travelled the Continent and published ten books including two of prose, beginning with Songs of the South, which was followed a year later by Australia to England and other Verses. Both of these books were suppressed shortly after their publication. In 1910 no fewer than four volumes were privately printed, Moreton Miles, Southern Songs, A Northern Trail, and The New Life, of which copies were sent to the principal public libraries, but few, if any, were sold to the public. There was no publisher's name on any of the volumes, and nothing to suggest where they had been printed. One of these books, however, The New Life, was reviewed in The Bulletin on 14 March 1912, and the anonymous reviewer, most likely Arthur Henry Adams, pronounced it "an astonishing thing to have come from Australia--astonishing in its crudeness and occasional strength, equally astonishing in its gassy rhetoric and its foolishness". In another place he suggested that here was "a new prophet, a new poet--or a new lunatic". But evidently the effects of the volume's strength were greater than those of its weakness, for the book was referred to several times in later issues. Life's Testament, c. 1914, A Wreath, c. 1916, and Seven Tales, 1916, were also privately printed, and attracted no notice, but in 1919 a volume of Selected Poems was published by Gordon and Gotch in Brisbane which slowly made its way, helped by a literary group at Melbourne of whom Vance and Nettie Palmer and Frank Wilmot were the leaders. Baylebridge had returned to Queensland in 1919, but soon moved to Sydney. He had travelled extensively in Europe, Egypt and the East, and is stated to have done "special literary work" during World War I. His familiarity with the subjects of the stories in his An Anzac Muster, privately printed in 1921, suggests that he had personal experience at the front, but there appears to be no evidence to show that he belonged to any of the fighting forces.
As Baylebridge, he was considered by some as a one of the leading Australian poets in his day, but modern critics have a higher view of his short stories than his poetry, which has been called "unwieldy" (cf Roberts). Historians and literary historians today condemn Baylebridge's political agenda of populist nationalism (cf Jupp), as well as his interest in vitalism. During his time in London, he developed Nietzschean ideas about Australia's future, which prefigure interwar fascism (cf Davison). Baylebridge died on 7 May 1942, he was unmarried.
William Baylebridge's Works:
Moreton Miles (1910)
The New Life (1910)
Life's Testament (1914)
Seven Tales (1916)
A Wreath (1916)
Selected Poems (1919)
Love Redeemed (1934)
This Vital Flesh (1939)
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William Baylebridge Poems
Number And Nationality
Since number needs, let our convention be More large and simple here, more profitably free.
Xxxii From Love Redeemed
Love feeds, like Intellect, his lamp with truth; In the clear truths he finds its flame is measured. And is not flesh, there, verity? In sooth!
Ii From Life’s Testament
The brain, the blood, the busy thews That quickened in the primal ooze Support me yet; till ice shall grip
To Winter In The Midst Of His Reign
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears, Thou that dissemblest even in death's repose Earth's quiet pulse and her remedial throes, How dull thy visage on this day appears!
Life And Death
This world is driven by two contending powers-- Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust, And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust-- And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
After The Storm
The storm is done--the lightning with its lust To rend the unhallowed dome in ruin dire; The purple heaps, from the rank chaos thrust On sheets of fell and inauspicious fire;
Flesh And Spirit
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her-- More sensed for knowing no material part, More real that no false outward eye perceived her, Too gross, but that pure eye within my heart.
True Being Rich hour! is not thy gift a radiant thing?
Some lip will use her name--a rapt surprise, Passing the heart's set ward, upon me steals. One word, to me, doth one saint canonize; And all the acquest of earth and heaven it seals.
One continent, one creed, one skin - Our health and savour lie therein. From wars and heavy things this grace is won - They urge our pulse to unison.
One continent, one creed, one skin -
Our health and savour lie therein.
From wars and heavy things this grace is won -
They urge our pulse to unison.
Shall this remoteness hinder thee?
Pluck thence a call to sovereignty -
Thou centre of the world to be!
The servile State is what? a prison - one
For superseded life or, strictly, none.