I am studying for my PhD at Oxford Brookes University. My PhD title is ‘The Domestic Soundscape and presenting everyday sounds to audiences,’ and my major interest is in our imaginative relationship with everyday sounds. I think of sound in a very material way, as a substance which is around us all the time, and a texture which can be played with, deliberately listened-to, framed, and celebrated.
I think the world would feel completely different without the constant wash of traffic, the chorus of birdsong, the snap of twigs when one walks in the woods, the happy pops that emanate from an open fire, the comforting drone of a boiler heating the house in Winter, the bubble of a stew when one is hungry, and the rasp of toast as it is being buttered. I love the busy murmur of the streets on a Saturday morning, the aggressive banging and hissing of a really good espresso machine in a coffee house, the pinging of pedestrian light-systems signalling that it is safe to cross a road, the strange noise my car makes when I drive over a cattle-grid, and the sizzle of pylons in a rainstorm.
Saturday nights are a favorite radio listening date night for my husband and me since we listen to Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion (PHC). And this sound is one which makes me happy (click on arrow to listen):
Why does it make me smile? Because the opening song for many productions of PHC contains the lyric "I smell the onions, I look around for you." It is a familiar phrase, and I have been known to sing along with it as my husband often sautes some onions for a dinner sauce.
Go to the London Favorite Sounds website for more information about sounds. (The project is also being carried out in Chicago, USA, Berlin, Germany and Bejing, China).
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Poet
Hometown: Laugharne, Wales
Thirty-one Craftlit fans (thank you, Heather Ordover found here and here and here and here and thank you, Holiday Tour Guide Dianne Read-Jackson) saw Dylan Thomas' hometown, house, and boathouse in Laugharne, Wales. His boathouse was where he wrote and spent the better part of his days.
Dylan Thomas, often described as a "classic Welsh writer", never actually learned the Welsh language himself. Though he achieved much notoriety during his short life, he received little financial gain. It was only after his death that his work truly began to be appreciated. There is no doubt, however, that he is one of the great English (language) poets of the twentieth century, arguably the greatest poet of our time. Dylan Thomas' incredible use of metaphor, meter, and a comic wit, allows his work to stand alone, balancing a reckless neo-Romantic sensuality against the more staid Puritanism of his time and culture. Thomas' lust for life and love of drink may well have contributed to his premature demise, yet his work remains, a testament to both his skill and mastery of The Word.
Are you familiar with this? It is a quick reading by Dylan Thomas himself of one of his more notable works:
The stage play, Under Milkwood, was a mystery to me when I was first assigned it as a class project in a 20th century literature class. So I bought the CD (an original New York recording from 1953 which Thomas narrates himself). His voice is unique (yes, an understatement) and I get lost in his voice, but with a little concentration, it becomes more understandable with its mischievous use of language.
Peter Ffrench, tour guide extraordinaire, gives a blessing to Craftlit travelers at the end of our journey. Peter is a retired actor with a flair for the dramatic. He was knowledgeable, friendly and a true extrovert who was thoroughly loved by all of us.
This 30 second mp3 file is definitely worth a listen, although it was recorded on a noisy tour bus.