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Old June 22nd, 2009, 11:38 AM
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Reverend Bem's Poetic Conversion

I thought all true Andromeda fans would be interested in this poem by Dylan Thomas:

Unborn child:

"If my head hurt a hair's foot
Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.
Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat
Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.

"All game phrases fit your ring of a cockfight;
I'll comb the snared woods with a glove on a lamp,
Peck, sprint dance oun fountains and duck time
Before I rush in a crouch the ghost with a hammer, air,
Strike light, and bloody a loud room.

"If my bunched, monkey coming is cruel
Rage me back to the making house. My hand unrelieved
When you sew the cheap door. The bed is a crosspiece.
Bend, if my journey ache, direction like an arc or make
A limp and riderless shape to leap nine thinning months."

Mother:

"No. Not for Christ's dazzling bed
Or a nacreous sleep among soft particles and charms
My dear whould I change my tears or your iron head.
Thrust, my daughter or son, to escape, there is none,none,none,
Nor when all ponderous haven's host of waters breaks.

"Now to awake husked of gestures and my joy like a cave
To the anguish and carrion, to the infant forever unfree,
O my lost love bounced from a good home;
The grain that hurries this way from the rim of the grave
Has a voice and a house, and there and here you must couch and cry.

"Rest beyond choice in the dust-appointed grain,
As the breast stored with seas. No return
Through the waves of the streets
nor the skeleton's thin ways.
The grave and my calm body are shut to your coming as stone,
And the endless beginning of prodigies suffers open."

Note in the fourth line of the second stanza, "hammer, air", which compares to Bob Dylan's "The wind howls like a hammer". Dylan Thomas, Bob Dylan, Dylan Hunt. Then the poem above is like Reverend Bem's exchange of commentary with the spirit of the mother of his brood during his repentence over his ill birth. I'd say it's no coincidence, it was had in mind when the script was written.

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Old June 26th, 2009, 09:35 AM
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Re: Reverend Bem's Poetic Conversion

Interesting point. They reached deep into culture and literature for a lot of themes on that show.
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Re: Reverend Bem's Poetic Conversion

I never considered that but you do have a good point.

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