tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480763369736326403.post6955065925400926364..comments2023-06-08T18:12:39.596-04:00Comments on Water Over Rocks: The Beginning of WisdomAndy Bachmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793260246107995501noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480763369736326403.post-25622612504170511422009-05-18T23:06:00.000-04:002009-05-18T23:06:00.000-04:00Well said. In 1997, we traveled to Wales and visi...Well said. In 1997, we traveled to Wales and visited Dylan Thomas' grave. No question it was a great pilgrimage to make. The grave, a simple white cross in St. Martin's Churchyard in Laugharne, is really beautiful. When we were out in Wisconsin in April, I got a call from my friend Jon, who we traveled to Wales with back then. He was calling from Laughrane, to say hello. And the call conjured the memory, the image, of that white cross up against the grass. It reminded of ways in which words and images can take hold in the mind, timelessly.Andy Bachmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12793260246107995501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480763369736326403.post-57445212293637273082009-05-18T17:56:00.000-04:002009-05-18T17:56:00.000-04:00In my opinion, Dylan Thomas offered the best Torah...In my opinion, Dylan Thomas offered the best Torah on death:<br /><br /> Do not go gentle into that good night,<br /> Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /><br /> Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br /> Because their words had forked no lightning they<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /><br /> Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br /> Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /><br /> Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br /> And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /><br /> Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br /> Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /><br /> And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br /> Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.DPGreenbergnoreply@blogger.com