Fandom: Real person fiction ( Read more... )

Am I, he said, with the diarist's unctuous, egotistic preoccupation with his own blasted psychological reactions to his own trivial affairs, callous and nasty?

--- to Trevor Hughes
February 1933

*lol* Now, isn't that a perfect illustration of LJ? Aw, Dylan, I heart thee.

Nothing really happened today. But I forgot to say pix added to the ( Read more... )

The artistic consciousness is there or it isn't. Suffering isn't going to touch it.

My purple is turning, I think, into a dull gray. I am at the most transitional period now. Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or may suddenly increase. I can, with great ease, become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's vanity ...

--- to Trevor Hughes, February 1932
Dylan Thomas: The Collected Letters ( Read more... )

Still no marvels and enchantments occurred. All winter there was nothing but the heavy pages of the Runebook turning, and the rain and the snow falling: and Ogion would come in from roaming the icy forests or from looking after his goats, and stamp the snow off his boots, and sit down in silence by the fire. And the mage's long, listening silence ( Read more... )

Nicked from daisydumont.

( ... shadows move across my room in waves of lace ... )

The Opera Bar ... ( not really a place. )

( scads and rebels. )