Blogpost in October: 100 Years to Heaven

dylanOne hundred years ago today, in a back room on the second floor of a middle class row home in the Welsh city of Swansea, Dylan Thomas issued his first demand for the world’s attention. His cries, I feel sure, struck onlookers as both profoundly expressive and infuriatingly difficult to understand. It was a schtick he spent 39 years refining.

I believe that Thomas at his best was the finest lyric poet ever to write in English, and at his worst a pretentious windbag. The best is more than ample compensation for the worst. At age 12, he won a prize for a poem he’d submitted to a children’s magazine, and as an adult he kept a copy of that poem, cut from the magazine, pasted to his bathroom mirror. Only after he died did some literary detective discover that Thomas had plagiarized the poem. But before he was out of his teens, he wrote the superb and brilliantly original “I See the Boys of Summer”, which I am quite sure nobody else could have conceived or executed.

Because this is Thomas’s birthday, and because every blogger is entitled to an occasional bit of self-indulgence (how else could you explain Bob Murphy’s karaoke posts?), I present here a recital of the best of Thomas’s several birthday poems. For balance, you’ll find below the cut a recital of Thomas’s finest death poem (no, it’s not “Do Not Go Gentle”), and two more of my favorites on the recurrent Thomas themes of birth and the passage of time.

(Related: My 90th/96th birthday appreciation.)

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10 Responses to “Blogpost in October: 100 Years to Heaven”


  1. 1 1 David Pinto

    Bow ties are cool.

  2. 2 2 Ken B

    “how else could you explain Bob Murphy’s karaoke posts?”

    Cruelty.

  3. 3 3 Bob Murphy

    Since empiricism is so highly praised at this blog, let’s go to a bar on Friday. I will sing “Footloose” and you can recite a poem. We’ll see which one the bachelorette party likes more.

  4. 4 4 Henri Hein

    Shucks, I was looking forward to viewing these at home after sneaking a peek at work, but the videos are JW player and I don’t have it.

    Poetry is like jazz music: when it’s meddling, it’s bleh, but when it rocks, few things are better.

  5. 5 5 Steve Landsburg

    Henri Hein: I’ve added alternate links under each video, which you can click on to save the video file and then (hopefully) play with whatever software you’ve got.

  6. 6 6 Ken B

    Today is Jonas Salk’s 100th birthday.
    Pretty good week, that last week of October 1914.

  7. 7 7 Steve Landsburg

    Bob Murphy:

    I will sing “Footloose” and you can recite a poem. We’ll see which one the bachelorette party likes more.

    Are you claiming that positive feedback from the bachelorette party is evidence against self-indulgence?

  8. 8 8 Henri Hein

    Steve Landsburg: That worked well for me. As a bonus, now I have them stashed. Excellent work and thanks a bunch for accommodating.

  9. 9 9 Henri Hein

    I meant excellent work on the readings. I enjoyed them and will come back to these.

  10. 10 10 Henri Hein

    On the bachelorette party, I have no doubt Murphy would have an edge in pure volume, but personally, I would be more intrigued by the girl that was interested in Landsburg reciting Thomas.

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