Casablanca said:
Actually, I have heard some of those recordings. Thomas is difficult to understand. Always wondered if it was his Welch accent or he was just drunk when he recorded it. Also, wrote a thesis in college on Dylan Thomas... That drove me right into broadcasting
It was a sad story.
Thomas was brought to New York by a civic group that ran 'The Poetry Center" to read in an on-stage production (reader's theater) of "Under Milk Wood". The very first night was regarded as practice and there was to be a formal recording session in a few days. Fortunately somebody left an old "Steelman" reel-to-reel recorder running with a microphone just lying on the stage. These were terrible machines; used only tiny reels and ran, as I recall, at 1-7/8 IPS. Fortunately there was no music in the production!
At any rate, though alcohol might have been a factor in what was to come, it was claimed that Thomas was (as rarely happened) stone cold sober for the performance. Not long after he was struck and killed by a car (some say a taxi) so the formal recording was never done. This accounts for much of the understandability problem. His Welsh accent IS noticable but nothing compared with that you'll hear, to this day, in Wales.
I have seen "Milk Wood" done on stage several times, including one attempt at turning it into a play with motion. The best, though, features readers on high stools, wearing black pants, shoes, socks and white shirts or blouses. Those not actually reading turn their back to the audience. Lighting involves a single spotlight for each reader but the light is turned on only when an individual is actually reading, facing the audience. When rapid "conversation" is happening a really good performance will have the spot on the reader immediately speaking turned up full; on the other participants in the "conversation" dimmed until they speak, etc.
It turns a rather flat radio play (as far as the live audience is concerned) into something really dramatic.
Funny story, too, though there really is no story; just slices of life in the tiny village of Llareggub which we all know, is that most British of curses turned backward!