Richard Burton reads 'Welsh Incident' by Robert Graves.
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- Опубликовано: 7 фев 2025
- 'But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'What were they? Mermaids? Dragons? Ghosts?'
'Nothing at all of any things like that.'
'What were they, then?'
'All sorts of queer things,
Things never seen or heard or written about,
Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar
Things. Oh, solid enough they seemed to touch,
Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation,
All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes,
All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour,
Though all came moving slowly out together.'
'Describe just one of them.'
'I am unable.'
'What were their colours?'
'Mostly nameless colours,
Colours you'd like to see; but one was puce
Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish.
Some had no colour.'
'Tell me, had they legs?'
'Not a leg or foot among them that I saw.'
'But did these things come out in any order?'
What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week?
Who else was present? How was the weather?'
'I was coming to that. It was half-past three
On Easter Tuesday last. The sun was shining.
The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Jesu
On thirty-seven shimmering instruments
Collecting for Caernarvon's (Fever) Hospital Fund.
The populations of Pwllheli, Criccieth,
Portmadoc, Borth, Tremadoc, Penrhyndeudraeth,
Were all assembled. Criccieth's mayor addressed them
First in good Welsh and then in fluent English,
Twisting his fingers in his chain of office,
Welcoming the things. They came out on the sand,
Not keeping time to the band, moving seaward
Silently at a snail's pace. But at last
The most odd, indescribable thing of all
Which hardly one man there could see for wonder
Did something recognizably a something.'
'Well, what?'
'It made a noise.'
'A frightening noise?'
'No, no.'
'A musical noise? A noise of scuffling?'
'No, but a very loud, respectable noise --
Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning
In Chapel, close before the second psalm.'
'What did the mayor do?'
'I was coming to that.'
Thank you for this upload. I'm a huge fan of Richard Burton
I met robert graves nephew on Saturday, how lucky i am
Wow! I know these places in Wales he mentions. We lived up there for three months in the winter of '68. Apologies for name-dropping, but I was writing a script for Mick Jagger, which he commissioned on the Quest for the Holy Grail! We never made the film, Instead I made a film with Donovan called 'There is an Ocean.' He had written music for the proposed Grail film and was disappointed. He said (and I quote) 'I'm famous. Let's make a film about me'! And we did.
This reading moved my brother, Chuck, to tears. Somewhat duller, I now understand more clearly Liz's fondness for Jack.
That was beautiful
Fabulous
An insightful friend observed that to the untrained ear this might at first sound like a protracted intro to a Moody Blues song.
Between the eyes and ears, Lie the sound of colors and the scent of a sigh .... To hear the sun, what a thing to believe... But it's all 'round us if we could but perceive ...
I'd love to hear the actors who play Fireman Sam and Elvis Cridlington in the Fireman Sam cartoon read this over a film of the two cartoon characters! That would be a true tribute to the Welsh influence of the poem! Could anyone organise this??!!
Well, RG's reading is still the best--subtle, suggestive, dry--but Burton's reading sings in its own way.
nice
TIDY !!
I was disappointed by the reading. The voice is beguiling but Burton does not seem to capture the intonation and pauses of two people in a dialogue, as Graves intended. Sometimes it sounded as though he was simply reading through for the first time before capturing the sense of the piece.