What are some great poems or passages about madness and

there are none because it's a shit subject to write about

O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?

For what offence have I this fortnight been

A banish’d woman from my Harry’s bed?

Tell me, sweet lord, what is’t that takes from thee

Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?

Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,

And start so often when thou sit’st alone?

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;

And given my treasures and my rights of thee

To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch’d,

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;

Speak terms of manage [horsemanship] to thy bounding steed;

Cry ‘Courage! to the field!’ And thou hast talk’d

Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,

Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,

Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,

Of prisoners’ ransom and of soldiers slain,

And all the currents of a heady fight.

Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep,

That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow

Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;

And in thy face strange motions have appear’d,

Such as we see when men restrain their breath

On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

And I must know it, else he loves me not.

>>8415549

Lady Hotspur, Henry IV?

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>>8415547
King Lear

>>8415534

Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife

There fell in this battle of Marathon, on the side of the barbarians,
about six thousand and four hundred men; on that of the Athenians,
one hundred and ninety-two. Such was the number of the slain on the
one side and the other. A strange prodigy likewise happened at this
fight. Epizelus, the son of Cuphagoras, an Athenian, was in the thick
of the fray, and behaving himself as a brave man should, when suddenly
he was stricken with blindness, without blow of sword or dart; and
this blindness continued thenceforth during the whole of his after
life. The following is the account which he himself, as I have heard,
gave of the matter: he said that a gigantic warrior, with a huge beard,
which shaded all his shield, stood over against him; but the ghostly
semblance passed him by, and slew the man at his side. Such, as I
understand, was the tale which Epizelus told.

>>8415557
yep

>passive curiosity of the nouveau semi self-loathing mama's boy

>>8415579

There's a spider (spider, spider)
He's deep in my soul (soul)
He's lived here for years (years)
He just won't let go

>>8415534
Why about and not thanks to it?

Pound's Cantos or Finnegans Wake.

>>8415534
Julian and Maddalo by Shelley. Absolutely superb poem:

'Month after month,' he cried, 'to bear this load,
And, as a jade urged by the whip and goad,
To drag life on--which like a heavy chain
Lengthens behind with many a link of pain!--
And not to speak my grief--oh, not to dare
To give a human voice to my despair,
But live, and move, and, wretched thing! smile on
As if I never went aside to groan;

And wear this mask of falsehood even to those
Who are most dear--not for my own repose--
Alas, no scorn or pain or hate could be 310
So heavy as that falsehood is to me!
But that I cannot bear more altered faces
Than needs must be, more changed and cold embraces,
More misery, disappointment and mistrust
To own me for their father. Would the dust
Were covered in upon my body now!
That the life ceased to toil within my brow!
And then these thoughts would at the least be fled;
Let us not fear such pain can vex the dead.

my diary desu

>>8415615
>Joyce had syphilis meme
Also, I think that the later Pound was in a somewhat similar position to Hamlet at the end of his play. I'm not convinced he was really insane, but I think the act and the reality of madness had begun to blur together. Someone fully mad could not have written what he wrote. If you want a truly great writer who was, by modern definitions, certainly insane, that would be Blake.

>>8415534
Sylvia Plath

>>8415790

>>8415549
Are you mentally special? Hotspur is clearly just preoccupied about the upcoming war and his wife's just being a "coy" (read "really fucking obvious") bitch, clearly implying that he's worried about going to war and she already knows but she wants to know more, which he quickly shuts down in what's supposed to be a comical scene of marital dissension.

>>8415895
he literally had syphilis

>>8415534
Tom a Bedlam

>>8415534
Your diary.

Read Antonin Artaud, the theater and its double