"Any man can drink" "Few can match my determination"
Greetings Group E,
Well I kept signing on this past week and I noticed that many of us posted rather early on in the week, I am guessing this is because we want to get our post out of the way to work on our upcoming essays and assignments. I just finished my relaxing saturday session of the Toronto Star wordsearch and now on to doing this post.
In a unexpected topic this past Friday I saw the much delayed film "The Libertine" starring my beloved 'Golden Boy' Johnny Deep. I thought it could be relevant to my post to discuss the character that is portrayed in this film. Depp plays the II Earl of Rochester John Wilmot, a writer know for his obscenity, love of drowning in the fine aged grape, and his many many 'adventures' with the opposite sex, to quote from the film Wilmot declares in the prologue "I put it round you know". Based on a real writer (a genre Depp has been known for: Finding Neverland, Secret Window, and my personal faveorite Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) what ends up happening to Wilmot is that his indulgence in the drink and the women catch up to him and sphilius ends up killing him at the young age of 33. He was around during the Restoration period, when King Charles the II was put in power (we discussed this in class). And Charles wanted Wilmot to write him a masterpiece of theatre, something he would be remebered for. As seen in the film the work is memorable no doubt, women dancing with woooden dildos, a midget on a giant cock, and Wimot portraying a Monarch, but this piece to Wilmot's surprise is not what the King was expecting (sarcastic/this film is full of humor, pay attention to the monkey portrait scene or the relatonship between Wilmot and his servant). When Wilmot was laying on his death bed it is rumored that he renounced atheism by accepting God, if I remember correctly this does not go down in the movie. What makes this film is John Wilmot, I found him to be a creature, a beast who we are told in the prologue not to like but I end up liking him despite his many faults and being as some would dare say a "prick". And more importantly the film provoked me to research this man and end up writing a post about him. Most of his drawings and other works were destroyed due to thier 'obscene' content but some poems have survived. So I have set out and brought you one:
Regime de Vivre
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
http://www.pornokrates.com/rochester.html
Now I know this does not have anything to due with this past weeks poem, but it still is relevant to poetry/literature and I found that I had to inform people of this man, this libertine. I hope you enjoyed.
-Lesley-Anne
Quote: I am up for it, all the time- John Wilmot
Well I kept signing on this past week and I noticed that many of us posted rather early on in the week, I am guessing this is because we want to get our post out of the way to work on our upcoming essays and assignments. I just finished my relaxing saturday session of the Toronto Star wordsearch and now on to doing this post.
In a unexpected topic this past Friday I saw the much delayed film "The Libertine" starring my beloved 'Golden Boy' Johnny Deep. I thought it could be relevant to my post to discuss the character that is portrayed in this film. Depp plays the II Earl of Rochester John Wilmot, a writer know for his obscenity, love of drowning in the fine aged grape, and his many many 'adventures' with the opposite sex, to quote from the film Wilmot declares in the prologue "I put it round you know". Based on a real writer (a genre Depp has been known for: Finding Neverland, Secret Window, and my personal faveorite Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) what ends up happening to Wilmot is that his indulgence in the drink and the women catch up to him and sphilius ends up killing him at the young age of 33. He was around during the Restoration period, when King Charles the II was put in power (we discussed this in class). And Charles wanted Wilmot to write him a masterpiece of theatre, something he would be remebered for. As seen in the film the work is memorable no doubt, women dancing with woooden dildos, a midget on a giant cock, and Wimot portraying a Monarch, but this piece to Wilmot's surprise is not what the King was expecting (sarcastic/this film is full of humor, pay attention to the monkey portrait scene or the relatonship between Wilmot and his servant). When Wilmot was laying on his death bed it is rumored that he renounced atheism by accepting God, if I remember correctly this does not go down in the movie. What makes this film is John Wilmot, I found him to be a creature, a beast who we are told in the prologue not to like but I end up liking him despite his many faults and being as some would dare say a "prick". And more importantly the film provoked me to research this man and end up writing a post about him. Most of his drawings and other works were destroyed due to thier 'obscene' content but some poems have survived. So I have set out and brought you one:
Regime de Vivre
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
http://www.pornokrates.com/rochester.html
Now I know this does not have anything to due with this past weeks poem, but it still is relevant to poetry/literature and I found that I had to inform people of this man, this libertine. I hope you enjoyed.
-Lesley-Anne
Quote: I am up for it, all the time- John Wilmot