I Am by John Clare

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.

Behind the Scenes article If Not Us Then Who

Producer and editor Tim Lewis reflects back on the Sungai Utik filming trip in April 2014 in the first of our behind the scenes blogs.

“This expedition into the forest had started like many before. The discussion and planning late into the night, sat across the smooth wooden beams of the longhouse. The stuttering bulbs working off the old generator, which lined the inner colonnade of the long house throbbed a dull yellow, ringed by a screen of whirring insects of all sizes and peculiarities. The sickly sweet smell of clove cigarettes, the rancid zesty taste of jungle beer in your mouth, the perceptible tingle that mosquitoes have bitten your toes. After a long talk it was agreed we would leave early before first light the following morning.”


David Bowie, singer, songwriter

‘If you feel safe in the area that you are working in you’re not working in the right area always go a little further into the water than you feel capable of being in, go a little bit out of your depth and when you don’t feel that your feet are quite touching the bottom you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.’