The Bard of Wales
Gwen Herat in Swansea, South Wales
POETRY: The nip in the air blowing the cold autumn wind did
not prevent the large number of visitors to see the Dylan Thomas
Festival at the Centre at South Wales, Swansea, the home of the greatest
Welsh poet and the second next to William Shakespeare.
If the English are proud of the Bard of Avon, so are the Welsh of
their Bard and very justly. His written material far exceeds William
Shakespeare and it is a matter of a century that he will be on equal
pedestal with Shakespeare.
THOMAS THE CELEBRITY: Always well groomed, the poet signs books
and records at the Gatten Book Mart in New York during his last
trip to America.
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Thomas is a modern writer born in the last century where contemporary
writing was the call of the day as against the dialogue found in
Shakespeare plays.
Ever since his birth on 27 October, 1914, he lived at Condonkin Drive
until he moved to London on his 20th birthday in 1914. He returned
frequently, staying for weeks until his money ran out. His parents moved
to Bishopstan in 1937 after his retirement. His house was new when the
parents purchased it and a few months before Dylan was born.
When finally the house was sold in 1943, it was more by luck that it
retained its old features. Currently, it is in the custody of city and
county of Swansea who runs the Dylan Thomas Centre. October being the
month he was born, a whole set of programmes of events is organised at
Dylan's birthplace. They include a mixture of lectures for students and
teachers, talks, informal gatherings, workshops and reading of his
poetry by eminent academics in his memorial.
Films made on his works such as "Under the Milkwood" with Elizabeth
Taylor and Richard Burton are screened while in the evenings, excerpts
from his plays climax the nights. The atmosphere is very much in
keeping.
They take place in many of the rooms that Thomas used to write from.
The walls are inspirational especially the large upstairs room in which
he was born. Those attending the events have the chance of wandering
around the house and peep under the floorboards of his room which he
once described as 'the untidiest room you ever saw where many of his
unpublished manuscripts still lay.
THE LAUGHARNE CASTLE: It was in the summerhouse of this castle
looking out over the estuary that Dylan Thomas completed one of
his best lived poems, “The Hunchback in the Park”.
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Visitors are genuinely excited at looking out of the same window
Thomas used to scan across the sweep of Swansea Bay which is the place
where the better part of his poems were written. Although largely empty,
I can still feel that atmosphere and the buzz between speakers and
audience of the literary events.
Afterwards, even the hardened cynics admit that there is something
very special about the house, unaware that I was creating a mild stir in
my Bathik saree at the Centre. Swansea is a very orthodox city,
retaining its century old culture and facial facades of their high
buildings that one could see across the massive bay.
Fishing is the main industry and hundreds of boats, make it a
romantic, out of this world scenic beauty. There is fresh air and people
seem to have the whole day to wander around, looking at the art centres
and theatres full of Dylan Thomas's memory.
Creative fluids
The Centre is a popular place for writing classes and workshops for
aspiring Welsh writers and so much has been read and written at the
Centre in the past. It is spectacular that the creative fluids keep
flowing.
Since I have visited the Dylan Thomas Centre many times, one of my
favourite quotes about the Centre in his works comes from his
semi-autobiographical short story "The Peaches' where he quotes 'A story
I had made up in the warm, safe island of my bed with sleepy midnight
Swansea flowing and rolling round outside the house, came blowing down
to me then.'
Echoes of Dylan Thomas's words still swirl around Comdonkin Drive as
though they were written yesterday while people continue to write and
study poetry and prose in this inspirational centre. His words
surrounding them, fire their imagination.
Alcoholic
When Dylan Thomas belonged to the Swansea Little Theatre in Mumbles,
he was fond of a pint during breaks in rehearsals. So fond was he of
liquor that the breaks between rehearsals became longer and longer when
eventually he was thrown out of the group.
Dylan's drinking sessions in Mumbles pubs like the Antelope and the
Marine are now firmly part of the hard-drinking image most people have
of the poet which is why both pubs now feature in the third official
Dylan Thomas Trail based around Thomas's haunts in Mumbles and Gower.
The poet's love for beer is the stuff legends are made of. His love
affair with pubs made him admit "I liked the taste of beer. It leaves
white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet
brown walls of the glass' Thomas also said, 'In Swansea, I remember
being bought two pints at a time my belly what for.
'Though drinks killed him before he turned forty, he possibly could
not have written that much if he was constantly drunk. Some also suggest
that he was a moderate drinker who only sipped haves and could make a
point last all afternoon. Then, he was a heavy smoker too.
Great lover
'I am a lover of the human race, especially women; he said and there
are scores of them he lived with, lived off and loved. On one of his
trips to America, with an anthology containing photographs of poets from
across the Atlantic and pointing out some female poets, Thomas claimed
'Slept with her, slept with her, slept with her, could have done but
brushed her off.
Slept with her. But many discard the idea he was a ladies' man but
Thomas managed to attract the attention and sympathies of many women he
met during his short life.
Some who figured most prominently in his life are Pamela
Hansford-Johnson, edith Sitwell, Emily Holmes-Comna, Elizabeth Reitall
and Caitlin Thomas who he married and had three children from an
extremely tempestuous relationship, announcing 'I don't like to wake up
alone in the morning'.
The celebrations to his life at the festival will continue until
November 9 exhibiting his profuse writings, simultaneously in London and
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