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Dylan Thomas in his writing shed.
Laugharne, Wales |
Human essence, the essence of an individual that is first of all a being, is the starting point for a criticism that wishes to turn its attention to Dylan Thomas’s work. "Man be my metaphor" ("If I were tickled by the rubs of love") is an expression that literally taken implies a split between man and being, an ideal differentiation that permits us to settle in the Welsh poet’s wide scenery, made of differentiated quick glances, of "dry worlds", "hills", "trees", "glow-worms", "oil", "seeds", "girls", "all" and "nothing".
To be an individual apart and separated from his flesh, a being ahead of his own birth and with his own course somehow already predestined, has meant to Dylan Thomas a way of planning his life, a way of conceiving the world and his own work as a great recall addressed to the entire mankind. Born in Swansea (South Wales) in 1914, he died at thirty-nine in New York in November 1953. He was not, and never wanted to be, an isolated poet, a solitary man, one of those writers that demonstrate a sort of modesty towards literature. This may appear in contrast with his exclusion from the minor or major literary movements of the twentieth century, but is not in contrast at all with the idea of a public literature, addressed to the audience and read aloud. Neither the idea of a retro and traditionalist poet can properly fit the bard of Wales and of the whole world, as he longed to be considered. Such an idea would be in contrast with his interest in cinema, radio and television. Under Milk Wood represents the high awareness of the radio play, with its characters not only set into the night and darkness, but also followed step by step into their own dreams, into the laconicism of their more intimate thoughts, so going beyond the social appearances, bringing light, sun and clarity into the shifting of the unity of time and place of the narrative. Facing the problem of writing a radio play, Thomas’s answer started from the means and the audience, from a means that couldn’t have anything broadcast but mere sound to an audience that couldn’t have seen anything but the images contained in the medium of words. It is not strange to note that in the two most important radio plays ever written in English, Under Milk Wood and Samuel Beckett’s Embers, blindness of night and sleep, or of illness, guarantees a reception of the play which meets the momentary sensorial condition of the listener. This is the beginning of Under Milk Wood: