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4.09 AVERAGE
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I so loved Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night that I wanted to love Dylan Thomas more, and I tackled the collected poems, but he just doesn't rank up there for me with my other favorite poets.
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As my friend Mike Bastoni and I used to say, "Thomas is a young man's poet." Better appreciated in my youth than my elder years, but still well-loved.
When I was in my teens, I loved music of the Romantic period -- Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, and such. I thrilled to the nocturnes of Chopin, that I would play alone in my room, by candlelight. I even, later on and very briefly, flirted with a few overbearing composers like Wagner. Yes, it was the lusty, passionate music I identified with. I disdained Baroque and early Classical music, which I insulted as "chamber pot pieces."
And my tastes in poetry, then ran to Dylan Thomas, and Carl Sandberg, and Walt Whitman. More passion, more rapture, all that heat and light.
Nowadays, I find that my tastes have changed. I love Handel and Vivaldi, and all kinds of music I wouldn't bother with back then. And my poetic tastes have changed, too. At age 17, Dylan Thomas was my very favorite poet in the world. I still love some of his poems, and I still listen to Chopin, sans candles. Would I give Dylan Thomas four stars today? Not sure, but I do know that back then I'd have given him five. So, I split the difference.
I no longer see the romanticism in drinking 18 straight shots and collapsing into coma and death.
And my tastes in poetry, then ran to Dylan Thomas, and Carl Sandberg, and Walt Whitman. More passion, more rapture, all that heat and light.
Nowadays, I find that my tastes have changed. I love Handel and Vivaldi, and all kinds of music I wouldn't bother with back then. And my poetic tastes have changed, too. At age 17, Dylan Thomas was my very favorite poet in the world. I still love some of his poems, and I still listen to Chopin, sans candles. Would I give Dylan Thomas four stars today? Not sure, but I do know that back then I'd have given him five. So, I split the difference.
I no longer see the romanticism in drinking 18 straight shots and collapsing into coma and death.
"They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
"And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.."
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
"And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.."
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
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Complicated and so tangled that, at times, even intangible. I started it with so much enthusiasm, but towards the end I was simply exhausted.