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Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices ☆ [PDF / Epub] ★ Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices By Dylan Thomas ✩ – Thomashillier.co.uk Commissioned by the BBC and described by Dylan Thomas as 'a play for voices' UNDER MILK WOOD takes the form of an emotive and hilarious account of a spring day in the fictional Welsh seaside village o Commissioned by Wood: A PDF/EPUB ½ the BBC and described by Dylan Thomas as Under Milk Epub / 'a play for voices' UNDER MILK WOOD takes the form of Milk Wood: A PDF Ç an emotive and hilarious account of a spring day in the Milk Wood: A Play for Epub / fictional Welsh seaside village of Llareggub We learn of the inhabitants' dreams and desires their loves and regrets The play introduces us to characters such as Captain Cat who dreams of his drowned former seafellows and Nogood Boyo who dreams of nothing at all It is a uniue and touching depiction of a village that has 'fallen head over bells in love' The First Voice narration reveals the ordinary Milk Wood: A Play for Epub / world of daily happenings and events while the Second Voice conveys the intimate innermost thoughts of the fascinating folk of Llareggub There have been myriad productions of UNDER MILK WOOD over the years and Richard Burton Peter O'Toole Elizabeth Taylor Sir Anthony Hopkins and Tom Jones have all starred in radio stage or film adaptations.

10 thoughts on “Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices

  1. Petra-Eggs Sunny Side Up Petra-Eggs Sunny Side Up says:

    Some works of literature just beg to be read out loud This is the House that Jack Built and Hiawatha are two that most people are familiar with Under Milk Wood too is better appreciated read aloud Try it for yourself A sample read aloud with Welsh accent sing song go up like a uestion at the end of the line extend vowels as in 'weeedkiller' and emphasis is usually on the first syllableFIRST VOICEMr Pugh in the School House opposite takes up the morningtea to Mrs Pugh and whispers on the stairs MR PUGHHere's your arsenic dearAnd your weedkiller biscuitI've throttled your parakeetI've spat in the vasesI've put cheese in the mouseholesHere's your Door creaks open nice tea dear MRS PUGHToo much sugarOr try this read by Richard Burton who was also from the same area so has exactly the right intonation full cast production of Under Milk Wood If you would like to listen to a young Richard Burton reading the play alone which I much prefer it is in two parts part one and part twoWhen I read this play by Dylan Thomas I hear the village life of my childhood come to life He caught the lilt and cadence of the Valleys speech and the trivial preoccupations of the people perfectly Of course it helps that like Dylan Thomas I am also from South Wales and have the accent down patA little known fact apparent to all Welsh people but no one else is that the village of Llareggub which looks perfectly Welsh is actually the English Bugger All backwards If it had been Welsh it would have been Llanreggub and mean the Parish of St ReggubDylan Thomas wasn't at all poetic his poems are just as much for people who don't like poetry as those who like reading it and contemplating what the poet meant by his imagery There is not such issue with Dylan Thomas he says what he means and you get it straightaway If you enjoyed the play read Dylan Thomas's magnificent bookDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night|6619539 Considerably rewritten 18 October on being told the link to Under Milk Wood no longer worked

  2. s.penkevich s.penkevich says:

    We are not wholly bad or good who live our lives under Milk WoodThe voices of Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood rise and fall crashing into each other like waves under a milky moon their sweet prose an effervescence of sounds and syllables to intoxicate the soul This ‘play for voices’ follows the lives of the citizens of Milk Wood across a full day bookmarked by the surrealistically sensational dream seuences of the two nights The play simply engulfs you in its beautiful embrace like the warm encompassing feeling of sleep overtaking you under the coziest of blankets with the redolence of summer majesty breezing through an open window Under Milk Wood offers a uniue voyeuristic vantage point for the reader—or listener—as they see all the hopes and dreams swimming in the hearts of these simple folks and watch them interact with one another From dark and somber to hilarious and cynical the spectrum of emotions and existence swings and sways to the vocal rhythm of Thomas’ sharp pen and wit There is the aging sea captain haunted in dreams by pallid corpses speaking from their watery grave the wife intent on poisoning her husband the innocent cruelty of children the lust of the village strumpet and the condescending remarks of those around her; all walks of life exist in the boundaries of this uiet village that could be any village It satisfied my thirst for something similar to Woolf’s masterpiece The Waves and filled me with joy during the brief sitting it takes to read this play Charged by the power of Thomas’ prose sharpened over a distinguished career as a masterful poet and alive with the madness and love of life this ‘play for voices’ is an entertaining and exuisite event to read or listen to 455 The only sea I sawWas the seesaw seaWith you riding on itLie down lie easyLet me shipwreck in your thighs

  3. Kevin Ansbro Kevin Ansbro says:

    I don't know Llarregub about many things but I do know that Thomas's sloe black crow black boat bobbing poetic creation was one of the most enjoyable books I read in schoolIf you haven't yet acuainted yourself with his rich rhetoric and magical mischievousness then please do

  4. Trevor Trevor says:

    I can honestly say that the world would be a lesser place if I had never read this play It is not just that it is laugh out loud funny or that it is sad enough to make me weep Captain Cat being forgotten by Rosie near the end is almost too painful to remember But it is so full so wonderfully overflowing with all the day to day concerns of life and love that it is a world in and of itself Here is true creative geniusFrom husbands purchasing books on how to poison their wives to the terrible things we dream in the silence of the night to postmen's wives steaming open mail and then their mailman husbands telling everyone what is in their letters Listen You can hear their voices speaking to you across the darkness and over the soft hush of the waves lapping at the shore while gently raising the boats of the fishermen who are drinking at the bar all day long because it is always just after opening time You can sing along to the bawdy songs of the drunks or listen with blind Captain Cat as he identifies people in their passing by the tap of their steps on the cobbles or the sudden silence of the women pretending not to notice Polly who the police are sure to come after sooner or later You can dream with the Sea Captain as the faces of the long dead come out of the sea to greet him each in their turn Or if you are uiet you can share in the lustful desires of a young girl tucked up toasty in her bed with her hairy lover rudely wagging his tail or lie starched in the icy cold sheets of a widow who remains anything but snug though forever bookended between her two dead husbandsThe children's songs will dance in your mind for years I bought the George Martin production of this play when the kids were born and have sung them Johnny Crack and Flossy Snail ever since even now they are both in their late teensThere are 'adult themes' in this book and not just because one of the characters is a loose woman with uite a few too many babies but everyone has either two wives or two husbands or too few husbands or a wife too many The characters just stay with you butchers selling man chop and bakers' wives who have to borrow loaves of bread from neighbours because the baker forgot the bread wives who have two husbands a sober and a drunk one and my favourite No Good Boyo up to no good and who has the best line in the whole play one I repeatedly uote at random when odd things happen in my life and which if I'm overheard no one ever seems to understand Bloody funny fishBut the language the song of the words the lilt and crackle and exuberance of words themselves at play god to be able to write like that Okay so he was a poet but with such an ear And an eye for life and a hand that could balance the worth of a line and not give it either too much weight or too little but just enoughTime passes listen time passes

  5. Kimber Silver Kimber Silver says:

    Originally written for BBC radio the rise and fall of the voices are like the slow roll of the ocean After reading it I wished that I had opted for the audiobook Under Milk Wood would be spectacular when read aloudThe setting is a Welsh fishing village just tucking in for the night From the first line the dreamy lyrical prose captured my imagination painting a clear picture of the locale and its residents To begin at the beginningIt is Spring moonless night in the small town starless and bible black the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters’ and rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack slow black crowblack fishingboat bobbing seaAs I strolled through the sleeping town of Llareggub I caught snippets of the things dreams are made of from candy to crinoline and loving to laughable I was drawn into each dreamer’s secret world by night and their curious routines by dayThis play strikes all the right notes with laughter heartache and even some naughty bits Under Milk Wood is an engaging read You can hear the dew falling and the hushed town breathing Time passes Listen Time passesCome closer nowOnly you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and the silent black bandaged night

  6. Chris_P Chris_P says:

    Thomas's voices are like a tide that's rising and falling in spite of the reader's convenience at the time of the reading Like a choir of ghosts ignorant of their unsubstantial nature I swear they gave me the chills a number of times while I was reading it during my night shift not because it was particularly scary but because of the everyday humour and grief that they were drenched in Such darkness such humour such insolent irony in such a haunting combination I've rarely come across if ever in my time as a reader I curse my fate for not being Welsh for if I were I'm sure the sentiments would be far intense

  7. Darwin8u Darwin8u says:

    This town's as full as a lovebird's egg Dylan Thomas Under Milk WoodThis book has languished on my shelfIgnoredLeft alone I bought this book years ago It was a deal It was a steal It was 2 at Goodwill I recognized Dylan Thomas and knew it was a Folio edition 2? Value? Done I brought it home put it on the shelf Thought about it only narrowly I figured it was a book of poetry Poems Fights against the dying of the light and whatnots Nope It is certainly poetic Lyrical Whimsical A play however Meant for many voices An innovation for Radio Meant to be read Think of later James Joyce but something easy to understand A well spoken lust dream in a Welch coastal townSo ignored on the shelf? Why now? I'm trying and dying to read 100 books during the first 100 days of either the year closer or year Trump's 100 days than 100 I guess So on days when I don't have 4 hours to read or the book I want to read is bigger than 240 pages I generally use small books of poetry or philosophy to bridge a larger book into smaller bites without violating my first rule 1 book a day So yes I am anal retentive about even things I enjoy So back to Under Milk Wood If you have the opportunity to read it read it If you have the opportunity to listen to either Dylan Thomas Co read it listen Richard Burton Co is also a nice treatSome of my favorite linesIt is spring moonless night in the small town starless and bible black the cobble streets silent and the hunched courters' and blackrabbits' wood limping invisible down to the shoeblack slow black crowblack fishingboat bobbing sea From where you are you can hear their dreams And before you let the sun in mind it wipes its shoes And high above in Salt Lake Farm Mr Utah Watkins counts all night the wife faced sheep as they leap the fences on the hill smiling and knitting and bleating just like Mrs Utah Watkinswho kissed her once by the pig sty when she wasn't looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time Time Passes Listen Time passes An owl flies home past Bethesda to a chapel in an oak And the dawn inches up There is no leg belonging to the foot that belongs to this shoe

  8. Shovelmonkey1 Shovelmonkey1 says:

    I like Dylan Thomas for two reasons1 I grew up in Wales 2 I read his book Under Milk Wood when I was in schoolWales is a strange place to grow up For a start you're told as a child that it's full of castles and dragons and daffodils and that there is evil over the border England and that Rugby is the one true sport Some of those things are true I'm sure even Dylan Thomas thought them from time to time I lived outside Cardiff and Thomas was busily engaged in being Welsh in and around the area of Swansea which is just a bit further along the coast He described Swansea as an ugly lovely town which was then translated in the film Twin Towns to a pretty shitty city A bit unfair perhaps but then Swansea is fairly unlovely The area of the Mumbles however is stunning and its natural beauty which influenced Thomas should not be overlookedReading Under Milk Wood was simultaneously fun and a form of torture for me as we read it out loud and tried in turn to make it replicate the radio play it was originally supposed to be The characters of Llareggub were supposed to spring to life in our hands and through our voices I can still remember chunks of the text Nothing grows in my garden only washing and babies springs to mind first and foremost As a child this made me ponder about what sort of green fingeredness it would take for children to start sprouting in the back yard Unfortunately as I'd only recently arrived from Edinburgh where I was initially educated my valleys accent left a little to be desired Everyone else already had a welsh accent and could just lay it on a bit thickly to create a passable approximation of a valley twang and then there was me with a Scots brogue trying to sound like one of the Mrs Dai Breads for the recording we were making and failing miserably Part send up part caricature part hymn to the eccentricities of a welsh town Under Milk Wood is post war Wales at its colourful best

  9. Mimi Mimi says:

    Not a play or a poem exactly This was written to be performed as a BBC radio drama and it's about life in a sleepy town in Wales We follow a few characters as they go from dream to wakefulness and then move through the rest of their day We get to hear their thoughts and reflections as they do every day things Sounds very dull I know which is why you have to read or listen to it for yourselfIn the tradition of small towns both fictional and nonfictional everyone has a big secret Each character is haunted by old ghosts and rivals and all are hiding their true intentions and at least one has murder on the mind Not so dull once you go further into the story The writing is incredibly interesting in its simplicity and depth Dylan Thomas has a thing for lyrical wordplay and his prose can speak volumes in just a couple of linesWhat's most fascinating to me about this piece is the way it reads like a slightly discomforting tour guide of this seemingly uaint little town You get to take a walk about the town and see the sights but beyond that you also get to see into the people who live there And these people sort of hate each other but they're sort of stuck to the town So a lot of forced niceties are exchanged on the surface but behind the smiles and small talks they're imagining each other deadOriginally posted at

  10. Warwick Warwick says:

    A smorgasbord of language I am still blown away every time I read that first measured sentence about the woodland ‘limping invisible down to the sloeblack slow black crowblack fishingboat bobbing sea’If you only knew Dylan Thomas from his short poems as I did before I read this then prepare for a very pleasant shock The wonderful rhythm of the lines here the extraordinary creativity of compound words and unexpected similes all sustained over a considerable distance is something uite distinctive and entirely absorbing And surprisingly funny at times there is a lot of warm affectionate interplay between the different characters of this sleepy Welsh town rivalries fantasies frustrations sexual liaisons real and imagined boredom dreams – everything you'd expect from small town life is hereBut it's the poetic language that makes me really love it The ‘sunhoneyed cobbles’ the ‘dumb goose hiss of the wives’ Gossamer Benyon who is ‘spoonstirred and uivering’ and who ‘high heels out of school’ – milk churns that stand ‘like short silver policemen’ and lovers in ‘the grassgreen gooseberried double bed of the wood’ – it's all described as though in the throes of some ecstatic vision which I suppose is what good poetry should be likeI don't want to overstate my case too much but go here and listen to Richard Burton reading the opening section and if you're not rolling on the floor in delight after about thirty seconds then you probably have no soul

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