Do not go gently into that good night

Have you heard Dylan Thomas reciting his own poem? It is simply amazing. Lately I have his voice ringing in my ear: "Do not go gently into that good night". As I walk, as I sip my coffee, as I am silent, just staring at nothing. He had a powerful voice, and his poems show a complex mind in work. Could it be a bluff? Could it be that he knew how to put the words so people like me ask and think what I have just said? Yes, I bet he knew.

In the last two weeks, I checked out the texts in my spanish blog and corrected mistakes in some of them. It's weird, I do not tend to edit myself. Lack of discipline? Maybe it is. Blogging taught me that a text must be well written, no matter how superficial or stupid it is. Editing myself has shown me a little bit of who I am: my flaws and the good stuff I might have. I also saw what lacks and what is exceeding in past texts.

That's how a writer should be (thanks to Carver and Hemingway): Be brief, be concise, do not exceed, do not tell what people does not need to hear.