Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953.


Comments


[12 Points] Tomislav23:

Why do drunk people always seem so happy and relaxed?


[3 Points] itsalaughinggas:

do not go gentle into that dark net

old heads should burn (drop) and rave (at old abandoned warehouse), and close TODAY

(for a couple months til Open Bazaar 2 is shown to be safe)


[4 Points] None:

Never heard of this poem before Interstellar, but it does paint a wonderful image.


[1 Points] JeffSessions_Vendor:

Ilu bby


[1 Points] MandyThatGirl:

Protracted night time salutations, a creepy uncle regales with feigned bedside manner more akin to a prince then the depraved pauper a verbal slight of hand conceals.


[1 Points] C_Lana_Zepamo:

We all need to open up so many DNMs they can't keep up. Everyone open up their own. Scattershot approach.

gogogogogogog


[1 Points] bebopx2:

First name Bob?


[1 Points] Swylves:

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts
wir trinken und trinken
wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng
etc.

This "FBI", this "Europol". GET THESE N****RS OUT. These degenerate boot-licking coprolites. THEY MOLEST CHILDREN WHILE AT THE SAME TIME CASTING ASPERSIONS ON PHARMACEUTICAL USERS. *throws empty bottle out window*

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[1 Points] acidrainn23:

Thinking about this kind of stuff gives me the chills
The (seemingly) unstoppable progression of age, leading us towards an eventual death.
The fact that most of us are unwilling to die and, as shown in this poem, in fact fight back hard and refuse to go gently

 

The fact that, so far, no matter how hard you do indeed fight there is no defeating death and we all know it.

 

Scary shit...
Shoot me up with nanobots and stem cells, i'm not going gently anywhere