It is Thursday Morning: Go Right Ahead
Do you have a respectable suit you could trust me with?
Don’t be too harsh to these poems until they’re typed.
I am sorry Yeats is dead.
A dog among the fairies.
I cycled home in the dark without a lamp of any kind.
Fourteen pints is par.
I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.
Our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all.
Then hang a ram rose over the rags.
I am not a country man. I stand for the evening pub.
WOWELS.
Or a lotion of invisibility.
Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.
I LIKE THE BOOK “UNDER MILK WOOD” MORE THAN I LIKE MOST OF MY FRIENDS BUT LESS THAN I LIKE FRUIT ROLL-UPS
i don’t remember when i first read dylan thomas’ UNDER MILK WOOD. but i have read it three or four times. which means it’s tied for most-read book with the instruction manual for the nintendo game BUBBLE BOBBLE. i don’t really like dylan thomas’ poetry but UNDER MILK WOOD is trill fucking good. i think if i took a picture of my face while reading it, i would look a lot like Squeaky Fromme when she was in court. UNDER MILK WOOD is a play about a small town and all the people in it. in order to account for things that can’t be shown, dylan thomas institues random voices to help narrate shit. i don’t want to spend a lot of time coming up with a review because that might ruin the book for me. so here are some random excerpts and my reactions.
(reactions after jump, take a peek!)
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May 27th, 2009 / 10:57 pm
May 27th, 2009 / 10:57 pm