:52:01
Because whoever wins the, uh,
the-- the Dylan-Dylan contest...
:52:06
- The what?
- goes there for dinner with me.
:52:08
Hey, what's the Dylan-Dylan
contest about?
:52:11
Well.
:52:16
There's Bob Dylan,
:52:18
who we've been reading.
:52:21
And then...
:52:22
there's Dylan Thomas,
:52:27
who also wrote poems.
:52:29
lf you can find the poem
written by Dylan Thomas...
:52:32
that is like a poem
written by Bob Dylan,
:52:37
you win the Dylan-Dylan contest.
:52:39
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
:52:44
I'm not sleepy and there
is no place I'm going to
:52:50
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
:52:55
ln the jingle-jangle morning
:52:57
I'll come following you
:53:12
Yo, every fuckin' poem Dylan Thomas
wrote is about death, man.
:53:17
Now, how we supposed to know
which one to write?
:53:20
"The sniper laid him low,
and strewed his brains.
:53:23
One would not think
the greenness of this valley...
:53:25
could let a day be sick
with so much blood."
:53:27
Man, that's some Rambo-Schwarzenegger
bullshit you found.
:53:30
- That's how it's supposed to be, right?
- No.
:53:32
- There's supposed to be killing shit.
- But it-- But it don't--
:53:35
But it don't even mean the same as
"l will not go under the ground."
:53:39
Now you're some sort of
poetic critic, now, right?
:53:42
- Oh, well, it don't.
- Thank you.
:53:44
Okay. Listen to this.
:53:48
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
:53:51
Old age should burn
and rave at close of day.
:53:55
Rage, rage against
the dying of the light."