Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas (+playlist)

Sempre me tocou criadores que simplesmente continuam fazendo seus experimentos, goste ou não deles, carregando uma semente de amadorismo auto-consciente. É o caso do praticamente ilustre desconhecido Bill Morgan, um dos inventores da técnica de kinestasis, quando ainda estudante da University of Southern California, em meados dos anos 60. Ele possui dezenas de vídeos disponibilizados por ele próprio no You Tube, a maior parte deles com não mais que 200 acessos. E nem por isso deixa de realizar suas coisas.

Fern Hill

BY DYLAN THOMAS

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

       The night above the dingle starry,

               Time let me hail and climb

       Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

               Trail with daisies and barley

       Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns

About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,

       In the sun that is young once only,

               Time let me play and be   

       Golden in the mercy of his means,

And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves

Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,

               And the sabbath rang slowly

       In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay

Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air

       And playing, lovely and watery

               And fire green as grass.

       And nightly under the simple stars

As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,

All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars

       Flying with the ricks, and the horses

               Flashing into the dark.

(...)

      Dylan Thomas 1914–1953