This morning I’ve enjoyed listening to Dylan Thomas read his poem, ‘In My Craft or Sullen Art’, in The Poetry Archive.
The Poetry Archive is a fabulous online resource.
Dylan Thomas is one of my favourite poets and it is wonderful to be able to hear his voice which, interestingly, doesn’t sound as Welsh as I expected. The Archive suggests this is because he had elocution lessons as a child. But I wonder if he used different ‘voices’ for different readings?
I admire so much about Dylan’s poetry – his seemingly effortless rhymes, the rhythms of course, the passion and the way he breathes new life into poetic images and ideas … bread, moon, nightingales,heart …
Last Saturday, a group of poets from Wimborne Writing Group read some of their poems at the open air gathering, ‘Poetry Jamboree’, at the Red House Museum in Christchurch. This was an enjoyable occasion and it was great to have a chance to air our own writing, and to hear other poets read theirs. The museum gardens are gorgeous. We were very lucky with the weather which has taken a real turn for the worse since then. But I love Autumn, so I don’t mind rain and storms!
Also on Saturday, we discovered a strange creature in our garden – it seemed like a caterpillar but larger than I’ve ever seen before and scary in appearance, with markings that looked like huge eyes on its head! Research on the internet revealed that it is an elephant hawk moth caterpillar. If it survives the winter it could turn into a beautiful pink and green moth.
I’ve written before about how any painting (or other work of art) could inspire a poem or story. There are many ways of doing this: staying closely with the piece of art, describing it; imagining, perhaps developing, the story in the picture; imagining the artist at work; moving away from the work of art to make a connection with something or someone else …
I recently discovered an online poetry anthology, And Other Poems, where a poem is added every few days. This is an eclectic and interesting collection – well worth following. Today’s offering is, ‘Vermeer’s Milk Maid’ by Esther Morgan. This poem briefly describes the picture – the ‘ribbon of milk’ and ‘belly of the pitcher’ -and then moves on to more personal and reflective ideas. I admire the stillness and feeling of balance that this poem conveys.