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Epistemology

I Am

John Clare said:
I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.
And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dream,
Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,
But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem
And all that's dear. Even those I loved the best
Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod—
For scenes where woman never smiled or wept—
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,—
The grass below; above, the vaulted sky.
Written in Northampton County Asylum, during the last third of his life (1793–1864)
 
Poor John Clare, he was extremely depressed. His story is incredibly tragic. He was sectioned for being a working class person who wrote poetry - this was seen as a sign of delusion. He'd previously been adopted by middle class literati and basically exhibited as an oddity in all the fashionable places.

That poem is about his depression eating away at him in the asylum, yearning to escape and see his beloved countryside again.
 
It is ... significant that Clare's poetry, although he wrote less while institutionalized, showed no decline in creativity. One of his most often anthologized poems, "I Am," dated from 1841, the last year of his first term in the asylum. "I am: yet what I am none cares or knows," Clare wrote. "My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes."

In the summer of that year, Clare escaped from the asylum and walked the approximately one hundred miles to Northborough, recording his experiences in a manuscript titled Journey Out of Essex. He spent about five months with his family and was then taken to the Northamptonshire General Lunatic Asylum, where he spent the rest of his life.

source
 
He wasn't mad; he was socially unacceptable. Well, his "oddity" in his society caused him to become insane.

That's what makes it terrible.
 
Modern observers have disagreed as to the precise nature of Clare's illness; speculation about schizophrenia gave way to those involving more contemporary maladies. Some argued that Clare was not mentally ill at all. They found support in the fact that even Clare's most deranged communications seemed to make a kind of symbolic sense; Clare's illusion of being a boxer might have been intended as a way of saying he felt at odds with the world.

same source as above
 
He escaped and walked a few hundreds miles home didn't he?


Yes, IIRC to return to his wife. Who had left him.

Hmm, maybe that last bit was wrong.

He definitely wasn't mad though, he wrote romantic and symbolic poetry without a classical education. A social crime.
 
Modern observers have disagreed as to the precise nature of Clare's illness; speculation about schizophrenia gave way to those involving more contemporary maladies. Some argued that Clare was not mentally ill at all. They found support in the fact that even Clare's most deranged communications seemed to make a kind of symbolic sense; Clare's illusion of being a boxer might have been intended as a way of saying he felt at odds with the world.


the concept of 'mental illness' is highly dubious
 
Poor John Clare, he was extremely depressed. His story is incredibly tragic. He was sectioned for being a working class person who wrote poetry - this was seen as a sign of delusion. He'd previously been adopted by middle class literati and basically exhibited as an oddity in all the fashionable places.

That poem is about his depression eating away at him in the asylum, yearning to escape and see his beloved countryside again.
It's an amazing poem -- hard not to believe the poet had not experienced madness himself, there's a complete loss of meaning and coherence in the world ...

And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dream,
Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,

The living sea of waking dream -- such an elegant and beautiful expression of Cartesian doubt, and so succinct!
 
I agree with you there, max. There is a lot of stuff made medical and clinical that doesn't need to be, to sell pills.

he means it in a completely different way. He believes that there is no such thing as mental illness. Don't mistake the two issues.
 
he means it in a completely different way. He believes that there is no such thing as mental illness. Don't mistake the two issues.


i meant what i said, that the concept is highly dubious

saying there is "no such thing as mental illness is a bit like saying there's no such thing as unicorns

but this particular issue has very deep implications imo
 
So you don't believe that there is such thing as Mental Illness. Or that there might be, but no-one's ever seen it? Or that there can't be any Mental Illness because there is no such thing as reality? Is this another one of those things that the onus is on me to prove the existence of rather than you? And when I do you deny I do it, or claim that my evidence can't exist because there is no reality? etc etc.
 
in what sense is mental illness and physical illness the same, so that they are both called 'illness'?

in other words, what does 'illness' mean? (specifically, what does it mean such that it can be applied to both physical, and mental, conditions)
 
Yes, I know, it doesn't really exist. you can play with words all you like, but whether things like schizophrenia, dissassociative disorders, psychosis, self-harm compulsions are caused by environmental concerns or genetics these things are at odds with the well-being of the sufferer and can be considered illness.

If you don't understand the definition of "mental" as it refers to in mental health that isn 't your problem.

You're a follower of Zsasz (or however you spell it), aren't you?
 
in what sense is mental illness and physical illness the same, so that they are both called 'illness'?

in other words, what does 'illness' mean? (specifically, what does it mean such that it can be applied to both physical, and mental, conditions)

Yes, I know, it doesn't really exist. you can play with words all you like, but whether things like schizophrenia, dissassociative disorders, psychosis, self-harm compulsions are caused by environmental concerns or genetics these things are at odds with the well-being of the sufferer and can be considered illness.

If you don't understand the definition of "mental" as it refers to in mental health that isn 't your problem.

You're a follower of Zsasz (or however you spell it), aren't you?

Epistemology eh, what a great word. :)
 
in what sense is mental illness and physical illness the same?

In the sense that mind and body are one, of course.
 
I hope you're into navels... because you'll be examining yours for a while, then. ;)

I prefer to go for the one that gives me the best view of whatever it is I want to look at.. but each to their own... :)
 
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