"Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'"
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Dylan Thomas turns the room into a mirror and then has the nerve to laugh at what he sees. The line is built on a classic performer’s pivot: he’s been “talk[ing] copiously” (a word that already hints at self-indulgence), then he punctures the momentum with a heckler’s complaint. The twist is that the heckler is him. It’s not just self-deprecation; it’s a fast, defensive display of control. By announcing boredom before anyone else can, he seizes the power to end the scene on his own terms.
The intent feels twofold: to charm and to disarm. Thomas had a public persona that mixed lyrical genius with barroom theatricality, and this quip performs that persona in miniature. The subtext is anxiety about the gap between the myth (“Dylan Thomas, incandescent talker-poet”) and the reality of a man who can hear himself spiraling. The joke suggests an inner editor watching the performance live, appraising it, and pulling the plug.
Culturally, it lands because it exposes a familiar modern problem: the compulsion to fill silence with self, then the sudden nausea of listening to your own monologue. It’s also a sly comment on language itself. A poet who knows the seductions of verbosity is admitting that abundance can curdle into tedium. Thomas makes that admission entertaining, which is the point: even his self-critique comes out as a show.
The intent feels twofold: to charm and to disarm. Thomas had a public persona that mixed lyrical genius with barroom theatricality, and this quip performs that persona in miniature. The subtext is anxiety about the gap between the myth (“Dylan Thomas, incandescent talker-poet”) and the reality of a man who can hear himself spiraling. The joke suggests an inner editor watching the performance live, appraising it, and pulling the plug.
Culturally, it lands because it exposes a familiar modern problem: the compulsion to fill silence with self, then the sudden nausea of listening to your own monologue. It’s also a sly comment on language itself. A poet who knows the seductions of verbosity is admitting that abundance can curdle into tedium. Thomas makes that admission entertaining, which is the point: even his self-critique comes out as a show.
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