Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
bets
paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
positive of the meaning.
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Paul Martin
> Does anyone know what this poem means?
Yes. It means, "Don't die."
Paul
--
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Wendy Chatley Green
<betsy_26...@excite.com.invalid> wrote:
:Does anyone know what this poem means? I have to write a
:paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
:positive of the meaning.
The author is begging General Electric to stop its evening broadcast
of quality family TV shows on NBC ("Do not go gently into that good
night") and demanding that it return to making electric bulbs ("the
dying of the light.")
The rage comes in because the author is upset about GE's abandonment
of its original industry (either that, or he forgot to use his stock
options.)
--
Wendy (your teacher may read this newsgroup)
Chatley (so you'd better do your own work)
Green -- wcg...@cris.com
daddio
wrote:
> bets wrote:
> > Does anyone know what this poem means?
> Paul
> --
Jesus, Mary, Joseph!
Oy vay!
Allah, great be He, have mercy!!
"Don't die," the guy says.
As Moira has cautioned, do be careful of the kind of answers you are
apt to receive around here, especially the glib ones.
No answer you get here will be better than your own. What does it say?
"Do not go gentle into that good night." And what is the next line?
"Rage! Rage against the dying of the light."
Is that just another way of saying "don't die?"
Someone else, with apparent sincerity, has suggested that rather than
having to do with not dying it has everything to do with dying....and
living.
Keeping that in mind, read the poem again...
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage! Rage against the dying of the light."
You tell us. What does it say?
--
As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school kid,
hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide crack in
the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he may
be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes, let
him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
--
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daddio
Green <wcg...@cris.com> wrote:
> For some inexplicable reasons, daddio <dadd...@yifan.net> wrote:
> :As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school
> kid,
> :hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide
> crack in
> :the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he
> may
> :be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes,
> let
> :him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
> Look, "Dad"--if you're going to hang out here, you need to
> know the procedures:
> 1. We don't post our work for critique--too many idiots answer.
> 2. We don't do other people's homework--people learn more if they
> do
> the work themselves.
> 3. We do answer specific questions--some karma thing requires
> this.
> 4. We don't do spelling flames--Hound's Law keeps us in line.
> 5. We don't give writing away for free--our best efforts deserve
> cash payments.
6. We pee on the word "we".
7. We wonder where somebody comes up with a name like "Chatley"? It
has such a 'chatty' sound to it and all.
> --
> Wendy (more tomorrow--look for the posts marked "FAQ")
Then look on Tuesday for the posts marked "FUQ" for "Frequently Unasked
Questions. Look for the MW FUQ notices every second Tuesday,
henceforth unto perpetuity, as we forge forward into a future of
further liberty for this newsgroup. Here is a preview of coming FUQ
attractions.
FREQUENTLY UNASKED QUESTION NUMBER ONE
1.Who gives a FUQ?
Answer: Nobody, i.e. except for every other Tuesday, when Jervis does.
The rest of the time, Jervis doesn't give a FUQ, and not even half a
FUQ, neither a flying FUQ, a Fiddler's FUQ or a fat FUQ.
2. Can a person get a FUQ by email?
Answer: Yes. Just email a blank message to Jervis with "FUQ Me" in
the subject header, and we'll see what, where, when and how. While I
like to be an equal opportunity dispenser of FUQs, I do reserve the
right to demand a GIF or JPG file.
Signed,
Jervis, Your Friendly, Very Official MW FUQ Master.
--
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MaBear
<betsy_26...@excite.com.invalid> wrote:
>Does anyone know what this poem means? I have to write a
>paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
>positive of the meaning.
Sorry. Your teacher stopped by and said we'd get our knuckles rapped
sharply with a ruler if we do your homework for you. AND we'd have to
stay after school for a week to scrape the old dead gum off the
undersides of the desks.
===========================================
Words are, of course, the most powerful
drug used by mankind.
-- Kipling
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moira
>Does anyone know what this poem means? I have to write a
>paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
>positive of the meaning.
should i tell "bets" to be careful of the responses
she gets?
bets, hon', research it the more painstaking way.
--
moi
How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the
mornings?
Wendy Chatley Green
:As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school kid,
:hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide crack in
:the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he may
:be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes, let
:him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
Good for Paul. It's a real shame that Billo isn't available.
Look, "Dad"--if you're going to hang out here, you need to
know the procedures:
1. We don't post our work for critique--too many idiots answer.
2. We don't do other people's homework--people learn more if they do
the work themselves.
3. We do answer specific questions--some karma thing requires this.
4. We don't do spelling flames--Hound's Law keeps us in line.
5. We don't give writing away for free--our best efforts deserve cash
payments.
--
Wendy (more tomorrow--look for the posts marked "FAQ")
Chatley Green -- wcg...@cris.com
Smokey
Daddio wrote:
<snip some>
>
>
> You tell us. What does it say?
>
> --
> As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school kid,
> hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide crack in
> the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he may
> be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes, let
> him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
>
I think you're right there Jervis, the kid needs to tell himself what the poem
means.
No one in here should answer it for him/her. As to Pauls answer, what exactly
was your dilemma with it, oh great know it all? Should he have given a complete
break down of the poem? Should any of us? Shouldn't the kid figure out the
meaning 'within the words', using his/her own thoughts and ideas?
I think the clues were given. Whether you think they be worthy clues or not, it
gave the kid an idea of where to start looking as s/he's going through it.
We don't do peoples homework in here Jervis, much to my dismay at times. I could
use some help with my American Government Class, but of course, I ask and I'll
get smacked. But then again the first few weeks we're covering the differences
between Liberals and Conservatives...........
Smokey (Oops, I said liberal. Someone cover Royer's eyes)
PS: As I do at times, I ran the spell check. Jervis, it wants to rename you
Jerks.
Just thought you should know. Hey! I didn't say it, the spell check did!
shiraz
bets wrote in message <136f266c...@usw-ex0110-076.remarq.com>...
>Does anyone know what this poem means? I have to write a
>paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
>positive of the meaning.
Dylan died in America.
when caitlin, his wife, was taking the body home
by ship,
the sailors played cards on the coffin.
caitlin said,
"dylan would have liked that."
shiraz <impress your teacher. quote that>
Steve Pritchard
daddio <dadd...@yifan.net> wrote in message
news:1c7a2427...@usw-ex0102-010.remarq.com...
> > know the procedures:
> > 1. We don't post our work for critique--too many idiots answer.
> > 2. We don't do other people's homework--people learn more if they
> > do
> > the work themselves.
> > 3. We do answer specific questions--some karma thing requires
> > this.
> > 4. We don't do spelling flames--Hound's Law keeps us in line.
> > 5. We don't give writing away for free--our best efforts deserve
> > cash payments.
>
My, what a rebel! I'm just so proud of you, Daddio. Now can you please move
your zimmer frame aside, it's blocking my view of the babes.
> > Wendy (more tomorrow--look for the posts marked "FAQ")
>
> Then look on Tuesday for the posts marked "FUQ" for "Frequently Unasked
> Questions. Look for the MW FUQ notices every second Tuesday,
> henceforth unto perpetuity, as we forge forward into a future of
> further liberty for this newsgroup. Here is a preview of coming FUQ
> attractions.
>
> FREQUENTLY UNASKED QUESTION NUMBER ONE
>
> 1.Who gives a FUQ?
>
> Answer: Nobody, i.e. except for every other Tuesday, when Jervis does.
> The rest of the time, Jervis doesn't give a FUQ, and not even half a
> FUQ, neither a flying FUQ, a Fiddler's FUQ or a fat FUQ.
Wow! I mean, this lis like, so profound, man.
> 2. Can a person get a FUQ by email?
>
> Answer: Yes. Just email a blank message to Jervis with "FUQ Me" in
> the subject header, and we'll see what, where, when and how. While I
> like to be an equal opportunity dispenser of FUQs, I do reserve the
> right to demand a GIF or JPG file.
You'll give us your precious words for free? I'm, just, like, so grateful,
man.
> Signed,
>
> Jervis, Your Friendly, Very Official MW FUQ Master.
Or FUQing idiot, to be more precise in your title.
Kurt Ullman
<dadd...@yifan.net> wrote:
>1.Who gives a FUQ?
>
>Answer: Nobody, i.e. except for every other Tuesday, when Jervis does.
>The rest of the time, Jervis doesn't give a FUQ, and not even half a
>FUQ, neither a flying FUQ, a Fiddler's FUQ or a fat FUQ.
>
Yepper. Just went to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental
Disorders and there, anchoring the space between antisocial personality
disorder and narcissistic personality disorders is a picture of the D-man.
Kurt (Or, as we say in the trades, Chronic Undifferentiated Asshole) Ullman
-------------------------------------------
Army Liason to the Office of Naval Contemplation
Kurt Ullman
wrote:
>4. We don't do spelling flames--Hound's Law keeps us in line.
>
Unless they violate the Ullman principle which states it is our DUTY
to flame those who misspell something whilst flaming someone else's spelling.
Gene Royer
The real reason you're getting so many cutesy answers from these *writer*
folks is because they don't have a clue themselves and are too snooty to
admit it. It's a silly poem, for God's sake. So, whatever it means, it's
not worth wasting time over.
Just make up something touch-feely and feed it to your hokey liberals arts
teacher on a sugar spoon. Mention the environment and abuse of women's and
other animals' rights and you'll be over like a champ. Those wacko poetry
buffs are as easy to roll as a soccer ball.
--Geno<Glad I could clear that up for you>Royer
Paul Martin
> As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school kid,
> hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide crack in
> the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he may
> be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes, let
> him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
Heh. I have worse than that hanging around my neck already, but we won't go
there...
Yes, I know what the poem is really all about. I read it in high school as
well. But I didn't turn to someone else and say, "But what does it mean? My
teacher says I have to write a paper about it." Such an act speaks of the kid
being too damn lazy to give it thought. I mean, this isn't the Tao or some
biblibal allegory where scholars debate its meaning for centuries- it's a very
straightforward poem.
The real message behind my post? "Kid, do your own thinking."
moira
>7. We wonder where somebody comes up with a name like
>"Chatley"? It has such a 'chatty' sound to it and all.
>
>
i rather like it better than "jervis", which has
other sounds to it.
what *is* the origin of your nom, jervie ol' weenie,
ol' pal?
Chatley, i suspect, is Wendy's maiden name.
--
moira
South America has cold summers and hot winters, but
somehow they still manage. -- grade school wisdom
Wendy Chatley Green
: Yes, I know what the poem is really all about. I read it in high school as
:well. But I didn't turn to someone else and say, "But what does it mean? My
:teacher says I have to write a paper about it." Such an act speaks of the kid
:being too damn lazy to give it thought. I mean, this isn't the Tao or some
:biblibal allegory where scholars debate its meaning for centuries- it's a very
:straightforward poem.
: The real message behind my post? "Kid, do your own thinking."
The lack of this may be what "killed" poetry.
Once upon a time, people read and discussed poems. They
thought about their possible meanings and wondered at how they changed
with the readers' experiences. They marveled at the way poets could
describe so clearly the inchoate longings and lacks in their souls and
how poets could see the same beauty and sordidness that they saw but
could not express. Like a river, no poem was the same for anyone.
Now, people simply ask someone to explain it to them--same as
a neophyte getting help with a computer program. When they aren't
able to figure it out themselves, some pedagogue hands them the
"official" meaning.
Bets would be better off thinking about Dylan's work for
herself. Even if the teacher marks it "wrong", she still will have
gained useful insight into herself and the experiences awaiting her in
life.
--
Wendy Chatley Green
wcg...@cris.com
Prince Richard Kaminski
daddio wrote:
> In article <jhpn8skvtgu870oau...@4ax.com>, Wendy Chatley
> Green <wcg...@cris.com> wrote:
> > For some inexplicable reasons, daddio <dadd...@yifan.net> wrote:
> > :As to Paul Martin coming up with an answer like that for a school
> > kid,
> > :hell, he might as well go whole hog and start selling cyanide
> > crack in
> > :the school yard. Let a millstone be hung about his neck, that he
> > may
> > :be cast into the sea. And as he goes down to be with the fishes,
> > let
> > :him keep whimpering this, his mantra, "Don't die! Don't die!"
> > Good for Paul. It's a real shame that Billo isn't available.
> > Look, "Dad"--if you're going to hang out here, you need to
> > know the procedures:
> > 1. We don't post our work for critique--too many idiots answer.
> > 2. We don't do other people's homework--people learn more if they
> > do
> > the work themselves.
> > 3. We do answer specific questions--some karma thing requires
> > this.
> > 4. We don't do spelling flames--Hound's Law keeps us in line.
> > 5. We don't give writing away for free--our best efforts deserve
> > cash payments.
>
> 6. We pee on the word "we".
>
> 7. We wonder where somebody comes up with a name like "Chatley"? It
> has such a 'chatty' sound to it and all.
>
> > --
> > Wendy (more tomorrow--look for the posts marked "FAQ")
>
> Then look on Tuesday for the posts marked "FUQ" for "Frequently Unasked
> Questions. Look for the MW FUQ notices every second Tuesday,
> henceforth unto perpetuity, as we forge forward into a future of
> further liberty for this newsgroup. Here is a preview of coming FUQ
> attractions.
>
> FREQUENTLY UNASKED QUESTION NUMBER ONE
>
> 1.Who gives a FUQ?
>
> Answer: Nobody, i.e. except for every other Tuesday, when Jervis does.
> The rest of the time, Jervis doesn't give a FUQ, and not even half a
> FUQ, neither a flying FUQ, a Fiddler's FUQ or a fat FUQ.
>
> 2. Can a person get a FUQ by email?
>
> Answer: Yes. Just email a blank message to Jervis with "FUQ Me" in
> the subject header, and we'll see what, where, when and how. While I
> like to be an equal opportunity dispenser of FUQs, I do reserve the
> right to demand a GIF or JPG file.
>
> Signed,
>
> Jervis, Your Friendly, Very Official MW FUQ Master.
Haha! Yet another splendid post by the JervMaster!
SCHARKIE
obscured its meaning. Few members of the lit crit establishment are aware of
Dylan Thomas' conversion to Judaism late in his life. The first line of the
poem in question, as originally written, was "Do not go gentile into that good
night....:
from scha...@aol.com
Archer070
First, here's some background. Dylan wrote this poem shortly after the success
of "Highway 61 Revisited" had made him rich and therefore acutely aware of his
mortality.
"Night", of course, means "money". This is an old Elizabethan symbolism,
associating money with the Devil, as in Hamlet's line, "Aha! Say'st thou,
Truepenny?"
Dylan is saying that he really didn't like the money that Columbia Records was
offering him for his next album, and he was very angry about it.
Don't pay any attention to these grouches around here. They're just trying to
cover up their ignorance. You come here any time you want a poem analyzed, or
a play, and old Uncle Archer will get you an "A" quicker than you can say
"Cliff's Notes".
Gene Royer
Archer070 wrote in message <20000124183347...@ng-cp1.aol.com>...
I love Hamlet. I read all his stuff as soon as it hits the shelves.
--Geno
Paul Martin
> For some inexplicable reasons, Paul Martin <pm2...@vcu.org> wrote:
>
> : Yes, I know what the poem is really all about. I read it in high school as
> :well. But I didn't turn to someone else and say, "But what does it mean? My
> :teacher says I have to write a paper about it." Such an act speaks of the kid
> :being too damn lazy to give it thought. I mean, this isn't the Tao or some
> :biblibal allegory where scholars debate its meaning for centuries- it's a very
> :straightforward poem.
> : The real message behind my post? "Kid, do your own thinking."
>
> The lack of this may be what "killed" poetry.
>
> Once upon a time, people read and discussed poems. They
> thought about their possible meanings and wondered at how they changed
> with the readers' experiences. They marveled at the way poets could
> describe so clearly the inchoate longings and lacks in their souls and
> how poets could see the same beauty and sordidness that they saw but
> could not express. Like a river, no poem was the same for anyone.
>
> Now, people simply ask someone to explain it to them--same as
> a neophyte getting help with a computer program. When they aren't
> able to figure it out themselves, some pedagogue hands them the
> "official" meaning.
Agreed, completely.
This is why I like the music that I do, generally speaking. I listen to Tom
Waits, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos, Kate Bush... basically people whose songs make you
think. And this is why I poke fun at Backstreet Boys, Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton,
The Eagles and other mainstream pop- it's so much predigested pap. Some time try
reading the lyrics to, for instance, Smokey Robinson's "One Heartbeat At A Time."
(Or any of a zillion other mainstream hits. That one happened to be on my mind
because they were playing it at the gas station while I was filling the car.)
They're laughably bad, and frequently nonsensical. Most pop is the same tired old
hackneyed cliches set to a different tune.
In fact... remember the Surrealist Compliment Generator? I'd bet that you could
write a similar program for producing song lyrics, set them to a catchy tune and
have the next R&B hit. Get TLC to sing it and it would go gold.
And as for poetry itself- well, Jewel has a poetry book out which seems to be
selling well. I would say that this does not bode well for poetry these days as an
art form.
> Bets would be better off thinking about Dylan's work for
> herself. Even if the teacher marks it "wrong", she still will have
> gained useful insight into herself and the experiences awaiting her in
> life.
Heh. They'd burn her at the stake at school as a heretic for daring to think.
Either that or she'd win a dozen scholarships...
kate
Paul Martin wrote:
>
>
> Yes, I know what the poem is really all about. I read it in high school as
> well. But I didn't turn to someone else and say, "But what does it mean? My
> teacher says I have to write a paper about it." Such an act speaks of the kid
> being too damn lazy to give it thought. I mean, this isn't the Tao or some
> biblibal allegory where scholars debate its meaning for centuries- it's a very
> straightforward poem.
> The real message behind my post? "Kid, do your own thinking."
>
> Paul
>
aye but there's the rub. school isn't about teaching kids to think anymore. it's
about teaching kids to succeed. thinking is irrelevant. it's all about who you
know, not what you know. and in that light mw has to be a pretty alluring 'who'.
- Kate
'If you learn one useless thing every day
in one year you will have learned 365 useless things' - Brilliant
Frank Raymond Michaels
>Chatley, i suspect, is Wendy's maiden name.
And she is wise to include it (take it from fellow 3-namer)--
"Wendy Green":
Boring. Maybe head of Human Resources at a telemarketing firm.
"Wendy Chatley Green":
Cross between Miss Hathaway and Aunty Entity.
At least, that's how I've always pictured her (but I'm just a
raggedy-man...)
-----------------------
Frank Raymond Michaels ("Said with respect, Ma'am...")
The Horror Fiction Page: http://www.i2.i-2000.com/~frankmi
Hound of Cullen
[snip]
: This is why I like the music that I do, generally speaking. I listen to Tom
: Waits, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos, Kate Bush... basically people whose songs make you
: think. And this is why I poke fun at Backstreet Boys, Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton,
: The Eagles and other mainstream pop- it's so much predigested pap. Some time try
: reading the lyrics to, for instance, Smokey Robinson's "One Heartbeat At A Time."
: (Or any of a zillion other mainstream hits. That one happened to be on my mind
: because they were playing it at the gas station while I was filling the car.)
: They're laughably bad, and frequently nonsensical. Most pop is the same tired old
: hackneyed cliches set to a different tune.
: In fact... remember the Surrealist Compliment Generator? I'd bet that you could
: write a similar program for producing song lyrics, set them to a catchy tune and
: have the next R&B hit. Get TLC to sing it and it would go gold.
The Brunching Shuttlecocks, a rather funny website, has an "Alanis Lyric
Generator" in their "Toys" section:
http://www.brunching.com/toys/toy-alanislyrics.html
Jerry Kindall mentioned the Brunching Shuttlecocks a few months ago. I've
been an avid fan ever since.
Hound
Koyunbaba
However, I do sometimes feel that kids are sometimes asked to consider
things in poetry classes that they are not prepared for. Can a kid truly
comprehend their own mortality, its one thing to "know" your going to die
because........, (yeah like 60-70 yrs from now, if you ask a teenager).
Its another to "KNOW" to understand from the bottom of your being that the
clock is ticking on your stay in this world, that every second wasted is
lost forever. These seem like platitudes until you know them as truth
through personal experience.
The kids in that class may come back with the answer "its about x,y&z Miss"
but they only know because they found the analysis in a text book or they
asked someone who told them. They didn't arrive at the answer through
interpreting the poem through their own experiences because they lack them
at such an age. (Hopefully)
I did the war poets at school and at the time I could not UNDERSTAND the
sense of death and waste being conveyed. Death had no real meaning to me.
Eighteen years later two friends dead, life over in their mid-thirties, gone
without warning, I've experienced it personally and it changed me.
Bets may end up with an answer but does that mean she understands?
What do people on the NG think about this?
Is this really a straightforward poem if you no relevant experience?
I think WCGreen was spot on.
,<snip>
"Once upon a time, people read and discussed poems. They
thought about their possible meanings and wondered at how they changed
with the readers' experiences. They marveled at the way poets could
describe so clearly the inchoate longings and lacks in their souls and
how poets could see the same beauty and sordidness that they saw but
could not express. Like a river, no poem was the same for anyone.
Now, people simply ask someone to explain it to them--same as
a neophyte getting help with a computer program. When they aren't
able to figure it out themselves, some pedagogue hands them the
"official" meaning.
Bets would be better off thinking about Dylan's work for
herself. Even if the teacher marks it "wrong", she still will have
gained useful insight into herself and the experiences awaiting her in
life."
<end snip>
Beautifully put Wendy but I don't think I would have appreciated your
sentiment 18 yr. ago.
Good luck with the work bets, if you don't understand yet, don't worry, you
will in the future.
Koy.
bets <betsy_26...@excite.com.invalid> wrote in message
news:136f266c...@usw-ex0110-076.remarq.com...
> Does anyone know what this poem means? I have to write a
> paper giving the literary meaning of this poem and I am not
> positive of the meaning.
>
>
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>
>
>
>Paul Martin wrote:
>
>>
>>
>> Yes, I know what the poem is really all about. I read it in high school
as
>> well. But I didn't turn to someone else and say, "But what does it mean? My
>> teacher says I have to write a paper about it." Such an act speaks of the
kid
>> being too damn lazy to give it thought. I mean, this isn't the Tao or some
>> biblibal allegory where scholars debate its meaning for centuries- it's a
very
>> straightforward poem.
>> The real message behind my post? "Kid, do your own thinking."
>>
>> Paul
>>
>
>aye but there's the rub. school isn't about teaching kids to think anymore.
it's
>about teaching kids to succeed. thinking is irrelevant. it's all about who
you
>know, not what you know. and in that light mw has to be a pretty alluring
'who'.
>
>- Kate
that's so sad! not the second part, about mw, i agree with
that one. i mean the first part, about schools. i don't
have school-age children, so i don't know firsthand whether
that's true where i am.
The Obnox
offered up by that master thespian Rodney Dangerfield in...umm...was it
"Back to School?"
Asked to sum up the poem, Dangerfield says, "It means, I don't take shit off
nobody!"
There is also the brilliant re-working of the piece by country music star
David Allen Coe, who attempted to recite it from memory onstage after *ahem*
a tad too much libation:
"Do not go gentle into that good night...Rage...rage...rage against the
goddamn dark!"
History does not record the audience's reaction to this masterful new take
on the old classic.
Obnox
Blanche Nonken
> >aye but there's the rub. school isn't about teaching kids to think anymore.
> it's
> >about teaching kids to succeed. thinking is irrelevant. it's all about who
> you
> >know, not what you know. and in that light mw has to be a pretty alluring
> 'who'.
> >
> >- Kate
>
> that's so sad! not the second part, about mw, i agree with
> that one. i mean the first part, about schools. i don't
> have school-age children, so i don't know firsthand whether
> that's true where i am.
So far, I have had no complaints about Debbie's schooling. Our township
has good schools, as far as I can tell.
I recommend Springfield Township schools as much as I can.
Blanche Nonken
> >Don't pay any attention to these grouches around here. They're just trying
> to
> >cover up their ignorance. You come here any time you want a poem analyzed,
> or
> >a play, and old Uncle Archer will get you an "A" quicker than you can say
> >"Cliff's Notes".
> >
>
>
> I love Hamlet. I read all his stuff as soon as it hits the shelves.
I don't. Something not entirely kosher about him.
Blanche Nonken
> In fact... remember the Surrealist Compliment Generator? I'd bet that you could
> write a similar program for producing song lyrics, set them to a catchy tune and
> have the next R&B hit. Get TLC to sing it and it would go gold.
I remember a rumor stating that "Boston" did this for their first and
second album.