Twilight Of The Movie Brats


Do not go gentle in that interview,
Old filmmakers shouldn’t burn and rave at close of box office;
Or rage, rage against the art of those younger than you.

Though wise men at their end know what is right,
Because their art has busted no blocks they
Do not go gentle on that which might.

Good men, the bygone new wave leading lights
Whose early deeds changed old Hollywood ways,
But now they rage against the fading of their light.

Once wild young men brought realism grit into sight,
And learn, too late, they grieve the mainstream way,
Will not obey, it feels like sleight.

Grave men, nearing end, who see with envious sight
New eyes blazing with new things to say,
Rage, rage against the upcoming generation’s might.

And you, their fathers, there on the sad height,
Curse those who followed your fierce trailblazing ways
Try to go gentle into that good night.
Your rage obscures your shining light.


(With apologies to Dylan Thomas)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.