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never seen it
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Written in Northampton County Asylum, during the last third of his life (1793–1864)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.
He escaped and walked a few hundreds miles home didn't he?
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.
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 ...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.
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.
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.
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?
these things are at odds with the well-being of the sufferer and can be considered illness.
in what sense is mental illness and physical illness the same?
In the sense that mind and body are one, of course.
That depends on the perspective you're viewing it from.
You're allowed to collect as many as you like. But you can only have one. Yours.
The ending of empathy.You're allowed to collect as many as you like. But you can only have one. Yours.