Wednesday, December 14, 2005

It's Dylan Bloody Thomas!

Okay - update to come shortly, but this kind of bugged me. The writers kind of pissed me off last night with the 'that poem'. I mean I know Tracey isn't supposed to be the best student but how can a woman raised in England by KEN, not have heard about Dlyan Thomas. (Note to Tracey - he is not to be confused with 'that singer' from the 60's).



Maybe I missed somehting but no one mentioned the author's name and didn't really seem to say that the actual title was 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'. Would it have killed them to have Norris or Roy pop in with that info? (And please correct me if I'm wrong.) It's just another example of the dumbing down of television.

So excuse the long post and indulge my nerdiness as I post one of the most kick-ass poems evah.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas

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 wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Approrpiate for Ray - 'Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,'

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