In last week’s blog, I explored the chain reaction of events that led to Dylan Thomas developing the one-sided and superficial image of being a randy letch and outrageous drunk. I would like to follow on from that and consider other fallouts that resulted from him dying young and being famous. In particular, how [...]
Today, as I write this, I am 39 years old and thirteen days (Yes, I hear your loud gasp of, “Wow, doesn’t she look good for her age!” Come on indulge me.) and this may not seem significant to many of you. However, it is for me as, one or two of you might realise, [...]
“Feet up with cup of tea BUT it is bloody hot.” This was a text from my dad last Tuesday and I have had similar moans and groans from: my husband, my son, on the school run – there was even a grumble fest about the warm weather on Radio 5’s Your Call. I have [...]
“I’m Just a Voice on Wheels”: Did the expectations to be the ‘great poet’ lead to the early death of Dylan Thomas?
In a follow up to my blog - Like Eggs Laid By Tigers: How Dylan Thomas's Language Filled Early Years Shaped his Poetry - below is a biography of Dylan's later life from 1939 until his death in November 1953. Dylan Thomas’s life – 1939-1953 By 1939, Dylan had become a father for the first time and [...]
From Thursday 8th to Sunday 11th June, the breathtakingly beautiful village of Llansteffan in Carmarthenshire, West Wales will open its doors to excited festival goers from far and wide. The writer and publisher Richard Davies has recently moved to the area and is encouraging lovers of words to come and discover the hidden literary secrets [...]
“I never thought them to be imitations but rather wonderfully original things, ￼like eggs laid by tigers”: How Dylan Thomas’s language filled early years shaped his poetry.
I was recently asked by one of Dylan Thomas’s literary agents to provide her with a Dylan Thomas biography that she could share with organisations and individuals that were interested in performing Dylan’s work. Below is my first attempt at condensing the first twenty-five years of his life (the second part is next week) which [...]
The last time I was in Port Talbot, I walked the Richard Burton Trail. My first stop was the park, which boasts the rather underwhelming Burton Memorial Flowerbed. Then on to Connaught Street to plaqueless number six, where Burton once lodged. Both he and I spent our teenage years in these sulphurous back streets. Across [...]
It's that time of year again, the famous (or should that be infamous?) Laugharne weekend is upon us and the small seaside town in West Wales will be alive with festival goers hoping that everything will be as quirky and as chaotic as normal - they would be disappointed if things were to run smoothly! You [...]
Mothering Sunday is always a strange day, as those of you that have lost a parent will understand. Previously I have avoided Facebook, parks, and restaurants, anywhere in fact where I may bump into mothers celebrating with their children. However this year I took a slightly different tact and decided to put time aside to [...]
We’re two months away from Dylan Day. A press release has gone out and journalists have marked the date in their diaries, events are being confirmed, (keep checking our Dylan Day page as they are coming in fast and furiously) and the ‘Love the Words’ writing competition for children and young people has been launched. [...]