The Garden of Proserpine
This animation is an interpretation of the poem by Swinburne and the myth of the goddess of the underworld. Follow me on Twitter: twitter.com To see more films by Joaquin Baldwin go to www.pixelnitrate.com Created by Joaquin Baldwin at CCAD, 2005.
wow..
The Underworld was the Greek “Hell”, except it was divided into three parts: The Plains of Asphodel (I think that’s it) which was for the not so good, but not so bad people, Elysium, which is “Heaven”, and Erebus, where the truly evil are damned to remain in eternal punishment. Ooh, big words.
To answer your second question, the Underworld isn’t in a fixed place.
I believe that the name was Persephone, though.
P.S. I could be thinking of a different myth, and be totally wrong…
Proserpine (or Prosarpina) is the the Roman version of Persephone. So yeah, you are pretty much there!
Greco/Roman myths and gods tend to mix together quite a bit but the basic tales are fairly similar.Nice piece of animation all the same.
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thats is beautiful!
Exactly, right on the money.
Scott Brown – Elysium = Heaven, which is what he had in mind for the song.
Beautiful work Joaquin, hoping for more animations soon
I love this poem!!
Great interpretation!
Amazing..again!!
love .
cool…
I wonder who the hand belongs…
Wow…just wow. An amazing animation that captures everything that I felt the poem represents. WOW!Grea video.
Oh to be wrapped in the sombre cloak eternally of such words divinely penned…
incredible work. The animation and the voice.
Thank you.
wow
love the prose!
i’m afraid i’m conflicted about the actual voice,
its hard to understand at times
great animation, but i couldnt hear what was being said!
We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow
Time stoops to no mans lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
(Cont.)
Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.
- Last three paragraphs of Algernon Charles Swinburne’s poem, “The Garden of Proserpine”
makes me sad, but very strong blunt sad. so good if that what it was suppose to do.
This is my favourite poem. I read it once in a poerty book I had in highschool and ended up reading it so many times that I memorised the whole thing.
“The Garden of Proserpine” is one of the best poems I have ever read. Great was my surprise to find this fine, congenial video, filled with Gothic pastiche and deepest despair in an existence that knows no beyond. Only as a metaphor the dead still live in the land of Proserpine. As they once did in the Egyptian Book of the Dead: “Let me in!” – “Who are you? Where do you come from?” – “I am one of yours.”
I luff luff LUFF this poem
butiful
I LOVE IT!!!!
Beautiful…
that was…utterly beautiful. Thank you for this work of art!