John Clare was an English poet with a very difficult life, whose spelling was not up to date. And yet, there could have been no one better. An absolute masterpiece...
LordLightning 23 And how do you work that out?...rejection and menacing bullying reigns well today as it did in Victorian England. Clare felt it in his life as much as anyone.
It is basically about what we allow to hurt us as well. At times I myself have given too much time and importance to who blatantly wants to hurt me and so I raise that part of my life to an all level high intensity that pains through and through and through. I struggle to now give less importance and time to pain but rather try to nurture all things "light". Sadness, loneliness, not finding kindred spirits gives life no sense. But firstly I need to heal myself in order to spare myself of loneliness. A double-edged sword.
They're making a new show, but it's a different cast and time period (30's Los Angeles). Rory Kinnear (The Creature) is returning, though he's playing a different character.
This man is just talking... yes it is just voice but every single freakin time when I listen to this, i don’t even know why and I am not a native speaker so do not understand all the meanings, but my heart tear apart. It’s just fucking sad but at the same time, beautiful.
These actors that have done live Shakespeare like Rory Kinnear always shine in shows like this, they are not just repeating lines, every subtle intonation or pause is fabulous, you believe what they are saying.
A wonderful poem. Not at all freaky. He was known as the Peasants Poet. Not respected enough. His poem I Am ,is special to me as I have spent a long time in Mental Hospitals and he reflects how I felt. I am better now but I still remember how it felt. Unfortunately in John Clare's time there would have been no drugs to help. It is thought that he might have had Bi Polla. He died in the Assylum. He loved nature and the country side. .It is worth visiting Helpston where he lived. You can go round his cottage. His grave is in the church Yard and every year the local children put flowers round his grave. He was very poor and undernourished. That is probably why he was so small .He married and had children.Not at all strange or freaky. Maybe if he had been richer he may have been more respected and of course mental illness would have caused rejection as it still does today. He did have a period when he went to London and published a book. But reading between the lines I think he was laughed and ridiculed. Un fortunately the Mone y he made from his book was spent. Anyway it s well worth looking him up Thank you for the wonderful rendition of I AM spocken with such feeling.
I am-yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes- They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live-like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below-above the vaulted sky.
If I were to ever meet Eva Green I would thank her for Vanessa Ives and what amount of herself she put into the character. She is beautiful on the inside, not just the out.
Yes, I strongly feel the same. This series is beyond anything I have ever seen. Every character is deep and rich, dialogues and storylines also I love how each of then evolve and develop ALSO cinematography and all the art of these costumes and make up. It's pure cold.
@marisviktoriakalle3552 your reply made me smile. I still cherish the fondest of memories of the series, still think about it, and talk about it with my friends who also love it. ❤️ as you said it "pure gold"
Into the nothingness of noise and scorn, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joy; But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems. Even the dearest that I love the best Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.
reminds me a little of this... When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Superb! How amazing poetry can be, all that old and forgotten Words, wrotes by a beautiful outsider like John Clare. Thanks John Logan for Penny Dreadful, Thanks Rory and Eva for this performance and Thanks to you for share this scene.
It's so genius how Vanessa Ives knows this poem, mentioning it in the flashback episode "A Blade of Grass" in season 3: "I am nothing. I am no more than a blade of grass. But I Am."
Best character i ever watched or read, perfectly performed by a gifted actor to an amazing production🤘🤘🤘Thank you all for the masterpiece of Penny Dreadfull🥺️🥺️🥺️🤘🤘🤘🤘
Isn't it said that God created man because he was lonely? If even God can get lonely, then well... Seems to me that loneliness is a requisite for self aware consciousness. Others did not spurn or abandon you, they were never yours to begin with. The difference lies in the illusion into which we flee, and in which we suffer the precariousness of the existential premise of a narcissist. It's cowardice in its most clarified form.
Can we talk about Vanessa was the first woman Caliban ever met who was kind to him not because she pitied him? She saw him as an equal 😭 “You have beautiful eyes” the most genuine compliment he probably ever received. Ugh
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise Into the sea of waking dreams Where there is neither sense of life or joys But the vast shipwreck of my life's steams Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest John Clare ❤❤❤
I watched this series when it came out years ago, and only recently came across the poetry of John Clare. I'd forgotten he was referenced in this show and it only just clicked when this video came up. This particular poem is, I think, the last that he wrote, during the last of his days which he spent in a mental asylum.
How I wish for the warmth of the friendship of one such as Vanessa Ives. The longer I draw breath the colder and emptier I realize that this world seems to be, yet I cling to it like a life ring for the horrible fear that is beginning to set in that there might be nothing at all waiting on the other side should I choose to leave it. Why must I be so cursed? Nevermind, I forgot the anwser for a second. It's "Why not?".
perhaps due to this he felt singular affinity with the outcasts and the unloved ones. The ugly animals, the broken things. John clare is forgiven for all the murders in the series.
I really wish that RU-vid and Showtime hadn't yanked all the clips that are longer than a minute and some change, you don't get the essense of the scenes with these short clips.
He's vengeful, cunning, sadistic, jealous, ambitious. A twisted Slytherin. Sort of like Snape. I actually see a lot of Snape in him. They're both tortured souls who live a sad existence. But deep inside, they only want love.
A frustrating show... Perhaps too much of it was too far "over the top", but it's moments like this were of incomparable beauty. What a lovely and great scene.
