Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twistings and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work.
Interpretation
This quote celebrates the creativity and enjoyment inherent in the craft of poetry.
Dylan Thomas emphasizes that the elements of language are tools for poets, used to express their creativity and joy amidst the challenges of their work. He acknowledges that while writing poetry is often difficult, it is also a source of pleasure when one allows themselves to play with language and explore its possibilities.
In practice
In a writing workshop, to inspire budding poets to take risks with their language.
And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.
Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.
And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?
There are different kinds of artists and very often, I'll be very frank with you, I wish I were a different kind.
The same God who created Rembrandt created you, and you are as precious in God’s sight as Rembrandt or anyone else.
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin,_x000D_ _x000D_ I guess 'entertainment' means blatantly lyin'.
One wants one's work to be the world, but of course it's never the world. The work is in the world; it never contains the whole thing.
I made myself into a poet because it was the first thing I really loved. It was an act of will.
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