Week Twelve Entry
Dear Diary,
Last night I had some very strange dreams. I dreamt that both my husbands, Mr Ogmore and Mr Pritchard were with me in my sleep. It was good to have them back and to talk to them like the old days. I miss them, or perhaps it’s just the security of the routine and having someone to look after, although, I don’t know if that’s what they would call it. I must admit however, it is a lot easier without them here, I like being with them in my dreams but I think that’s about all I need. There’s just less mess and I can do everything myself my own way. Even in my dreams I have to remind them of their chores and what they can and can’t eat and so on.
It’s not easy keeping my house so impeccably neat and tidy, but it is worth the hassle I will tell you that. I despise the thought of living amongst germs so I would do anything to avoid them. Like this morning, Willy Nilly the postman asked if I would accommodate for some bird watcher. Imagine that, coming home at all queer hours of the night! Who knows what germs he would be bringing home with him.
I have no desire to ever change you know that my dear diary. This is just something that is too important to me. I know that my husbands grumble and the neighbours ridicule me but I am in control. And without my germ free home and my organised arrangements, I will never be able to relax. I can’t relax and fall asleep if there is mess and if I cant fall asleep I wont get to talk with my husbands. And that would be a terribly lonely life.
Mrs. Ogmore-Pritchard.
My comments on Renee Baldacchino’s week twelve entry:
Awww Renee, I have to beg to differ. I really don’t think that enough credit is being given to Dylan Thomas. I think that when reviewing art you can’t focus too much on the poet’s state of mind, especially if it’s that there intoxicated. Because this causes us to make assumptions before we even analyse the piece.
One other thing I think is vital to understanding the play is that Dylan Thomas seemed to have alluded to a time where entire towns had gone mad from metal poisoning through their water. So the entire town used to be fenced off. So I saw the play as a psychological analysis of a town completely cut off from any outside contact, which I think Thomas was very successful in depicting. The hint of madness surrounded by death is common throughout the story because that’s all these people have, the past and their own inevitable death.
I thought that all the characters did have much more to them although it was hard to find it. It is up to the audience to make them three dimensional, even if that means creating a past for them and making presumptions about what they are like. I really liked Under Milk Wood.
Imelda
=)
Last night I had some very strange dreams. I dreamt that both my husbands, Mr Ogmore and Mr Pritchard were with me in my sleep. It was good to have them back and to talk to them like the old days. I miss them, or perhaps it’s just the security of the routine and having someone to look after, although, I don’t know if that’s what they would call it. I must admit however, it is a lot easier without them here, I like being with them in my dreams but I think that’s about all I need. There’s just less mess and I can do everything myself my own way. Even in my dreams I have to remind them of their chores and what they can and can’t eat and so on.
It’s not easy keeping my house so impeccably neat and tidy, but it is worth the hassle I will tell you that. I despise the thought of living amongst germs so I would do anything to avoid them. Like this morning, Willy Nilly the postman asked if I would accommodate for some bird watcher. Imagine that, coming home at all queer hours of the night! Who knows what germs he would be bringing home with him.
I have no desire to ever change you know that my dear diary. This is just something that is too important to me. I know that my husbands grumble and the neighbours ridicule me but I am in control. And without my germ free home and my organised arrangements, I will never be able to relax. I can’t relax and fall asleep if there is mess and if I cant fall asleep I wont get to talk with my husbands. And that would be a terribly lonely life.
Mrs. Ogmore-Pritchard.
My comments on Renee Baldacchino’s week twelve entry:
Awww Renee, I have to beg to differ. I really don’t think that enough credit is being given to Dylan Thomas. I think that when reviewing art you can’t focus too much on the poet’s state of mind, especially if it’s that there intoxicated. Because this causes us to make assumptions before we even analyse the piece.
One other thing I think is vital to understanding the play is that Dylan Thomas seemed to have alluded to a time where entire towns had gone mad from metal poisoning through their water. So the entire town used to be fenced off. So I saw the play as a psychological analysis of a town completely cut off from any outside contact, which I think Thomas was very successful in depicting. The hint of madness surrounded by death is common throughout the story because that’s all these people have, the past and their own inevitable death.
I thought that all the characters did have much more to them although it was hard to find it. It is up to the audience to make them three dimensional, even if that means creating a past for them and making presumptions about what they are like. I really liked Under Milk Wood.
Imelda
=)