Dylan Thomas — dead drunk

I just went to see a theatrical version of A CHILD’S CHRISTMAS IN WALES. The production had its ups and downs, but the text — by
Dylan Thomas — sung even when the staging and acting fell flat.

The mind of Dylan Thomas took him to sheer beauty while he was killing himself through wet brain. I too love to drink. But I also love to be alive. I’m not sure with Dylan.

He was an amazing force in the realm of poetry. He must have known how fresh and vital his imagery was. He must have sensed
the seductive power of his voice. He must have hated some mornings waking up with the smell of vomit dribbling over his
senses. He died at 38, an age where I had accomplished little.
But then I never could have spewed forth that originality that
made his words into symphonies.

Thank god he left us these bouquets. We can smell the fragrance of his thought. Not pressed flowers, but living blossoms of speech.

I’ll drink to that.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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