who is Dylan Thomas anyway

who is Dylan Thomas anyway

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


who is Dylan Thomas anyway

 

 

 

i'm raging against the bad night

and i will succumb quite gently

if permanent sleep comes,

no twitching

no itching to be another

reincarnation be damned

 

i have but one life to live

and reckless abandon

will be my mantra

my cloak

my investment

 

time left

time spent

a life i rent

 

ownership is for the souls, the few

who think their sanctuary

is kneeling with them in that pew

when Sunday morning signs their cross

 

eternity is for the few

 

a small plot

and a dusty chamber

is for the renters

 

who finally find themselves

evicted.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/12/20

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I suppose it would be very easy to go gently at the end of a good life, i am afraid i would not go gently... that reaper would find me kicking and screaming lol. Do not go gently Jacob, rage my friend at the dying light and make it an exit to be remembered.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I probably will be much like my dad...he didn't go gently, or early...almost 98...tough old bird...<.. read more
Fine poem that perfectly transports his genius and his self-destruction, with a nice call at one of his most poignant poems, and a reminder that like Byron and many others you need to try to leave behind some quality words, as you show here very well!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

we all hope to leave something worthwhile behind, don't we?
our words will be the memory of u.. read more
yes, we are all just renters... we live, we die and what matters is what we have done and lived for... you know Jacob, there is a question that got/gets asked: are you mostly "living" or mostly "dying" and it's ironic when even if you rage against the night, if you have not done all you can/could to make the world a better place, you are mostly dying... my dad and I would argue around this question from the time I was old enough to understand something about the world until he passed a little over a year now.... it's more than just an abstract philosophical question, as a morality rests here, no not a religious one, but a human one and in what direction will humanity go???

besides, I think in order to rage against the night (good or bad) you need a night light.... once again Jacob you inspire me to think and to see how we have this responsibility to each other to rage against injustice and oppression everywhere and isn't this in some ways the real "night" to rage against??? especially since we are just renters.... nicely penned Jacob

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insights, Curt...I appreciate where you went with this piece...and your philosoph.. read more
The miserable fate of a used-up human body often distresses and confuses us.
Survival of spirit, soul, consciousness are the matters which should concern people.
Dust always returns to dust; what animated that dust holds the key.
Also, when one is young, raging against the dying light makes sense.
At my age, raging just tires me out. Besides, unnecessarily raising my blood pressure
might cause that light to quicker extinguish. Sorry, Dylan.
Intriguing piece of work, Jacob!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insights, and finding a way to relate to this piece, Jimmy,
j.
WE all leave a legacy, big or small they will matter to someone.
I love that opening line.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

we sure hope to...thank you, Dale...
j.
My own meter is running down on this rented life of mine, indeed...waiting on that permanent sleep, hoping to 'go gentle...' Good writing, Jacob.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Ralph,
j.
strangely enough... we innately feel we deserve to have a
full cup of excitement before we fade. Why we were born with reasoning
is a mystery. An intricate brain to sort through the galleries of artists in many venues.
Hell raising is a choice... or perhaps Heaven raising is also a choice. Or a little of both will suffice.
Hope, faith and charity... but the greatest of these is Love may be my favorite choice after
living so many years. Hope we always can live in a Country where we can make our own choices.
Amen, Pat


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

it is my hope, as well, Pat,
thank you for your words,
j.
Third time lucky Jacob. My first response, I deleted, the second one, my phone deleted and now I am on the computer to make sure I get to answer this one. He certainly made the most of his short days. Lived them to the full, a hell raiser, a drunk, a brilliant poet and a man of passion. He certainly didn't leave without making his mark. Here we are decades after his death still talking about him. He didn't go out with a whimper, he went out with a bang. He didn't have to rage about the dying of the light and what he had failed to accomplish. Saw the film about him and read his wife's autobiography. He did it his way. And when we do go, it doesn't matter whether we have raised hell or lived like an angel, we will all find ourselves in either a small plot or scattered to the wind. In the course of time, we will all be forgotten, some sooner than others. Loved this poem. Loved the man from Wales.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

curious of the first attempt and what you wrote.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

It was quite different. It was more focused on you as a poet and your efforts as you pursue your cra.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

I'll come back later as I haven't answered your first reply, only your second. Getting sleepy again... read more
A great title in this one, Jacob.....

For all his poetry, it was his hard living and heavy drinking that garnered him just as much notoriety. It seems the way for most poets. We have one life, so let's live it, love in it and hell raise as much as we can before the last full stop is placed at the end of our stanza. We have and share enough of our pain on the page to not need the salvation of the Lord or a revolving door of reincarnated extra lives. We shall just live it and bleed and close our eyes when the quill runs dry.

I am quite a Dylan Thomas fan, so your title and poem really caught my eye. That it takes me on a journey far from the title itself makes for a fine piece of creativity. Very well done.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

absolutely...hell raise as much as we can before the last full stop...that is a really good idea...t.. read more
It's not easy to give up to the permanence of sleep~~It takes strength of character and great faith in oneself and a satisfaction with what one achieves in life~~With right potion mix, sleep could be welcome~~

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

i really appreciate this review, Dhara...
j.

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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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