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A Feather on the Wind By: Ben C on 10/30/2003; 2:15 PM Try feather try Why weather why Aye brother aye I would rather die
RE: A Feather on the Wind By: Richard Davidson on 10/30/2003; 6:19 PM You've been reading Dylan Thomas again, haven't you? Well, if you haven't, then you've magically channeled him somehow, especially in the part that says, "Your face to me is Properly devoured hourly," which I think is very nice, and not the least bit friendly to the tongue. Years ago, (caution: boring story ahead) some friends and I produced a cable TV show. In one of the scenes, a guy I'll call Stinky Pete, (not his real name,) had trouble saying the phrase "tire iron." Tire Iron. It's easy to say, but not for Stinky Pete. So, as a joke, (and this is where it gets the most boring, so you really may want to skip this) I wrote a poem entitled "Tired Irony." It contained the words "tired," "iron," "irony," "ironing," or "tire iron," in just about every line, and sometimes more than once. It starts out as if it's a serious poem, and then slowly degenerates to lines like "tired of ironing, I retire." Anyway, I presented that poem to Stinky Pete, and everybody had a real hoot at his expense, even him, and we decided to put him in an overstuffed chair by a fire, and have him read it, tripping on the words more each time they came up, and then have a big giant boxing glove come out and punch him out of the chair. That's the type of humor we did. What can I say? All of that came about because of Dylan Thomas. I'll probably never forgive the bastard, but then, who really can? He was a genius, but he was an EVIL GENIUS, and don't you forget it! Dylan Thomas stands before the doorway leading to the alcove leading to the foyer leading to the GATES OF HELL. If you don't already have him, go and get him. It can save your life.
RE: A Feather on the Wind By: Ben C on 10/30/2003; 10:14 PM Thanks Richard, You're a hilarious fellow and I have to say, that is one of the most hilarious replies, wow... I guess I'll go and pick up some of his (thomas') stuff.. any specific recommends? I pity stinky pete but laugh at his inabilities at the same time P.S.
RE: A Feather on the Wind By: Richard Davidson on 10/30/2003; 11:26 PM There's only one place to start with Dylan Thomas http://www.geocities.com/classicpoetry/dtdonotgogentle.html Just read the poem; skip the analysis. People think they know shit, but they don't, trust me. Thomas knew something, but we may never know what it was. The second greatest writer of all time is Hunter S. Thompson, who is only the second greatest because he isn't dead yet, but believe me, he's working on it. http://www.levity.com/corduroy/thompson.htm We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. You can't go wrong with guys like this.
RE: A Feather on the Wind By: R.A.B. on 10/31/2003; 3:43 AM With Dylan Thomas you better start with Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight and some of his essays their great man. I warn you though ben, his poems are intoxicating.
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