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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

10.20.06-Starr Hill:Charlottesville, VA












What is in the water around here?


This was by far the most insane crowd on this tour:


Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright
by: Dylan Thomas

Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.

2 comments:

Loretta S. said...

That's a pretty heavy poem, Roy.

For those of us who are poetically challenged I found a paraphrase:

May I?


SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TOO BRIGHT
Paraphrased byLeon Malinofsky


"Sometimes life seems too intense or precise

Or has too much a profusion of images and things;

And the faraway sun's too exacting

To justify trying to express them.

Why is my art too crude

To better sculpt before me

My horrid, usual works

Of smiles more lifelike than truth,

Of the effortlessness of the ineluctible love

I wish to know is irrevocably upon me, but is not;

Of my angelic, heavenly Muse whom attending does me ill

While my body wanes?

There is no stopping it.

Put a smile

In place of tears.

The Muse's hurt remains;

His speaking, my speaking him, uses me up.



Sometimes a lover's heart is salty

Or too full;

I look within her heart

And see that I don't see her so much as myself in her

And then I think

Perhaps the truth of her, of love, of life, is too intense for me to know or express;

And so I watch the unfolding of my poetic art

But don't fully understand it,

And while I experience the pain of it"


Is this a good paraphrase?

theologicathletica said...

I told you roy...


Vintage Cab I used on MM debut (this is my dad's); it has two 15" Jensen speakers.