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Comments written by registered user tadziofilippini Send an IMDb private message to this author or view their message board profile. 1 comments in total Index | Alphabetical | Chronological | Useful The Raging Moon (1971) 2 out of 2 people found the following comment useful :- DylanThomas, 29 July 2006 10/10 The key to understand this great movie is the poem by Dylan Thomas: "in my craft or sullen art" "In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art." Two works of art:the film and the poem tadzio filippini

Neste meu ofício ou arte Neste meu ofício ou arte Soturna e exercida à noite Quando só a lua ulula E os amantes se deitaram Com suas dores em seus braços, Eu trabalho à luz que canta Não por glória ou pão, a pompa Ou o comércio de encantos Sobre os palcos de marfim Mas pelo mero salário Do seu coração mais raro. Não para o orgulhoso à parte Da lua ululante escrevo Nestas páginas de espuma Nem aos mortos como torres Com seus rouxinóis e salmos Mas para os amantes, braços Cingindo as dores do tempo, Que não pagam, louvam, nem Sabem do meu ofício ou arte.

If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, I would not fear the apple nor the flood Nor the bad blood of spring. Shall it be male or female? say the cells, And drop the plum like fire from the flesh. If I were tickled by the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted in the heels, The itch of man upon the baby's thigh, I would not fear the gallows nor the axe Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall it be male or female? say the fingers That chalk the walls with green girls and their men. I would not fear the muscling-in of love If I were tickled by the urchin hungers Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve. I would not fear the devil in the loin Nor the outspoken grave. If I were tickled by the lovers' rub That wipes away nor crow's-foot nor the lock Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws, Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib Would leave me cold as butter for the flies, The sea of scums could drown me as it broke Dead on the sweethearts' toes. This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye. An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone, And all the herrings smelling in the sea, I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail Wearing the quick away. And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles. The knobbly ape that swings along his sex From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle, Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six Feet in the rubbing dust. And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve? Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss? My Jack of Christ, born thorny on the tree? The words of death are dryer than his stiff, My wordy wounds are printed with your hair. I would be tickled by the rub that is: Man be my metaphor.

THE LIFE AND WORK OF DYLAN THOMAS

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We present the poetry of Dylan Thomas, read by the author. Thomas often wrote for the sound of words as much as for their meaning, and hearing his rich voice and dramatic style lends a new sense to his verse. The New York Times called Thomas "both a maker and speaker of poetry," and this reading demonstrates the poet's unique manipulation of language and metaphor. Thomas was known for his stormy private life and alcoholism, and died in 1953 at the age of 39. Dylan Thomas, Part 1 .au format (4.8 Mb), .gsm format (1 Mb), .ra format (0.6 Mb). This selection includes "No Sun Shines," "The Hand that Signed the Paper," "Should Lanterns Shine," the song-like "And Death Shall Have No Dominion," and the first verse of "Altarwise by Owl Light." [audio]Dylan Thomas, Part 2 .au format (5 Mb), .gsm format (1 Mb), .ra format (0.6 Mb). Selections include the meditative "Poem in October," "This Side of the Truth," "Love in the Asylum," and "The Hunchback in the Park." [audio]Dylan Thomas, Part 3 .au format (4.7 Mb), .gsm format (1 Mb), .ra format (0.6 Mb). This selection includes some of his best-known works, including "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," which meditates on the need to maintain activity into old age, "On the Marriage of a Virgin," "In My Craft or Sullen Art," which discusses his own creativity, and "Ceremony After a Fire Raid."

DylanThomas, 29 July 2006 10/10 Author: tadziofilippini from Brazil The key to understand this great movie is the poem by Dylan Thomas: "in my craft or sullen art" "In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art." Two works of art:the film and the poem tadzio filippini