Will Thomas

Will Thomas
Will Thomas may refer to:...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
vision movement narrative
Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision that depends in its intensity on the strength of the labour put into the creation of the poetry.
music musician martyr
Oh, I'm a martyr to music.
love-is light lasts
Love is the last light spoken.
horse sunday boys
Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.
love-is men thinking
Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.
tattoo good-night goodnight
Do not go gentle into that good night.
gentleman manners
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
texture moments intensity
The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident.
army cynical world
Join the army and see the next world.
beer cold cold-beer
Cold beer is bottled God.
flower blood green
Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
good-night wise dark
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
sea long lovely
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
knowledge learning night
I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded.