Dylan

 I just can't do it.

I've heard of Dylan Thomas, even saw a movie where the hero's favorite quote was from a Dylan Thomas poem

"....and death had no dominion over them!"

The guy is NUTS! Um, well was; oddly, he died the same year I was born. Maybe he possessed my newborn body and he's living seconds? Out! Out, out, out!

  So this woman tells me she was so enamored with Dylan Thomas' work that she named her first born after him. That's significant kind of honor for someone that I guess had a dramatic effect on her view of the world now isn't it? Conversely I did not feel inclined to do the same with my own child; tagging him with an edifying gesture to salute my formidable hero-shaping-character.

  I liked Mighty Mouse and did not resort to using neither “Mighty” nor "Mouse" to name my son. I resorted to a more simplistic randomness..."Spud" I guess you have to have Irish roots to sense the deeper racial sentimentality of such a name.

  Back to Dylan...not Marshal Matt kind from the old TV show Gunsmoke, nor the mumbling ancient and never going away folk singing Bob...but Thomas. I've tried with the earnestness equal to that of a math student's effort to command calculus, to get where this guy was coming from; but to no avail. He meanders in image prose without purpose like William F. Buckley discourses on Economics. And if you've not had the privilege to listen to William F. Buckley speak, let me suggest something akin to the threshold of equivalence. Go have some drilling done at a local dentist without Novocain. Yeah...that kind of suffering.

  I've read the same page six times, Six! And even in my most passionate past Evangelical moments with the bible I've not perused the same text so many time without comprehending what the hell the author meant, (is what the hell oxymoronic when expressing the study of sacred text?) Suffice to say, I still end up scratching my head debating internally in my mind with the notion Am I stupid? Or is this nonsense?

  I wonder if that was his point. Mesmerize with colorful verbology while going through our pockets. Dang, what a clever way to support a drinking habit. You generate funds, and then drink until you come up with insane swill, that generates the money, so you can drink and write the....well you get the idea.

Perhaps, in limited numbers, this could be duplicated and we could call it something sexy.

How about that for an incentive to become a derelict? I mean really, we write our own scripts, it only becomes amusing if others agree with our assessments.