Dylan Thomas. One of the greatest poets of the 20th century. Initially I had to read one of his poems multiple times to get the sense of it. Then I heard him read his poems and the world shifted. If you have not heard him read his poems (there are many recordings out there, he read on BBC and other places) then I encourage you to do so immediately. His words are freeing and they cascade as few others. He was a rare gift to the listening ear.
Definitely. He & T.S. Eliot are without a doubt my 2 favorites of the 20th Century...Good God, any of you guys/gals remember the 20th Century??I know I do, and it’s sorely missed!
Absolutely! Shame and its cherubic uncertainties, its malevolent sturdily-makeshift, gleaming steel shells and helmets, its flexible chainmail varieties of dignity, are the engines of art.
I love “ice blasts of words.” He always found a way to bring such a newness and authentic intensity into his work. And everything in the poem perfectly describes his own writing.
Okay. Today my favorite word is licorice. Tomorrow it will be lanolin. Afterwards, of course, into that dark night, whether gently or not so. Once I was told he loved pinball machines, big brassy metaphors, and Manhattan's kings and queens.
Yes, a thousand times yes. Wonderful.
Dylan Thomas. One of the greatest poets of the 20th century. Initially I had to read one of his poems multiple times to get the sense of it. Then I heard him read his poems and the world shifted. If you have not heard him read his poems (there are many recordings out there, he read on BBC and other places) then I encourage you to do so immediately. His words are freeing and they cascade as few others. He was a rare gift to the listening ear.
Indeed he was! A really good example is A Child's Christmas in Wales'. It's a wonderful recording.
I know how cliched this is to simply quote now, but, “Rage! Rage against the dying of the light!” There, I said it....✌️
Definitely. He & T.S. Eliot are without a doubt my 2 favorites of the 20th Century...Good God, any of you guys/gals remember the 20th Century??I know I do, and it’s sorely missed!
O so true, what you say here.
Thank you!
I first heard Dylan Thomas read his poems
when I was a teenager.
They have coursed though my arteries
ever since.
My two brothers love him also.
One brother and I are giving a cd
of his recordings to my other brother
for Christmas!
Yes indeed! Writers of every ilk achieve immortality in the closet sense of it we will ever know.
Yes, in the closet sense!
In the closest sense. But, hey, 'closet sense'? that's a thing isn't it?
😂
I’m laughing at Jim’s correction post, not your stream-of-consciousness, KR....
Absolutely! Shame and its cherubic uncertainties, its malevolent sturdily-makeshift, gleaming steel shells and helmets, its flexible chainmail varieties of dignity, are the engines of art.
I'm mystified!
I thought my.turkey
Had entered the oven
Like Daniel the prophet
And came out quite
Savory, looking fried.
Yikes. I'm replying to Todd!
Happy Thanksgiving, by God!
Beautiful and perfect
I love “ice blasts of words.” He always found a way to bring such a newness and authentic intensity into his work. And everything in the poem perfectly describes his own writing.
What a stunning portrayal of what poetry means to art. Thank you for this!
brilliant words and brilliant photo!
Stunning 🤍
I find the use of subjunctive so interesting here that it might somehow intensify surprise, awe, maybe hope?
Exactly. It drives the heart to reach beyond this crazy world.
Just think of it — “…words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.”💥🎁💥
I love this and also the amazing photograph too.
Okay. Today my favorite word is licorice. Tomorrow it will be lanolin. Afterwards, of course, into that dark night, whether gently or not so. Once I was told he loved pinball machines, big brassy metaphors, and Manhattan's kings and queens.
Such a beautiful piece!
As are my minimalist cats here, sunning in their window.
Ah...words do fall from the heavens andcwe must be ever alert, awake to catch them. Thus captured in my Visual Anthem poem, " Let's Make Some Noise."