How you gonna keep'em down on the farm after they've seen the farm

Speranza

Oddly, the NYT revew for "Interstellar" quotes straight from Dylan Thomas*.

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/11/05/movies/interstellar-christopher-nolans-search-for-a-new-planet.html?_r=0

but then it would, since the poem is cited complete in the film. The review also quotes from

"Dick Cavett, a son of Nebraska, used to ask (quoting Abe Burrows), “How you gonna keep ’em down on the farm, after they’ve seen the farm?”"

If you're interested in the 'scientific' side to "Interstellar", Wikipedia helps:

"any object of mass M around which a hoop of circumference 4piGM:c2 can be spun must be a black hole."

The reviewer writes:

 

"Trying to jot down notes by the light of the Imax screen, where lustrous images (shot by Hoyte van Hoytema and projected from real 70-millimeter film) flickered, I lost count of how many times the phrase “I’m sorry” was uttered — by parents to children, children to parents, sisters to brothers, scientists to astronauts and astronauts to one another."

 

I call those 'astronautical implicatures'. My favourite:

ROBOT: "That's not possible!"

Matthew McConaughey: "I *know*. [But] it's NECESSARY!" (Loved him for that!)

 

-- and which is hard to cancel!

Cheers,

Speranza


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do not go gentle into that good night
old age should burn and rave at close of day
rage, rage against the dying of the light
tho' wise men at their end know dark is right
because their words had forked no lightning they
do not go gentle into that good night
good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
rage, rage against the dying of the light
wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
& learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
do not go gentle into that good night
grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
& you, my father, there on the sad height,
curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
do not go gentle into that good night.
rage, rage against the dying of the light.