"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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https://linktr.ee/lucyreidarts 'I can play the piano' whispered 5-year-old me to our deputy head teacher Mr. Dennis who was s...
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As a Ffrinj Nutter who had a dalliance with the Welsh Nationalist Party/ Plaid Cymru/ The Party of Wales many, many years ago I was p...
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January 1988 sees me starting work (Kairdiff Vernacular) at 'The Printers' on Broadway, Roath Cardiff. It looked less like the o...
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'Gizza Job'! I will be 46 years of age on St David's Day. I have been a Head of Drama in a tough, inner city secondary scho...
Friday 31 July 2015
Mefus Meifod
Pysgodyn Drewllyd yr Eisteddfod Genedlaethol
Doeddwn ni ddim am fynd i'r Eisteddfod eleni beth bynnag oherwydd ni allaf afforddi y tal mynediad fel Cymro di-waith ond ar ôl darllen tudalen blaen y Cymro bore mha teimlaf fel boycottio y Brifwyl bondigrybwyll am byth. Pam? Oherwydd yn fy marn i mae'r Cyfarwyddwr Elfed Roberts ac beirniaid Gwobr Goffa Daniel Owen eleni wedi tramgwyddo yn erbyn awdur gwaith ag anfonwyd atynt. Maen nhw wedi galw'r awdur yn 'ffiaidd', nid y gwaith ond yr awdur. Ffiaidd yn golygu abhorrent, abominable, detestable,disgusting, fulsome, gruesome, hateful, loathsome, nasty, noisome, obnoxious, odious,revolting, sordid, vile, offensive. Nawr i alw awdur ac nid ei waith yn ffiaidd yn swnio yn enllibus i mi! Mi roeddwn ni dan y cam argraff na beth bynnag sydd yn mynd ymlaen yn yr Eisteddfod yn aros yn yr Eisteddfod. Mi roeddwn ni'n meddwl ar ôl i chi talu eich siec am £5.00 fod popeth yn gyfrinachol ond na. Nid yn unig fod y beirniaid yn gallu 'snitcho' i'r Prif Weithredwr ond mae'r caws mawr yna yn gallu mynd at ei gyfreithwyr ac yntau at yr Heddlu. Uurmm! "Esgusodwch fi ond dwi eisiau fy mhum punt yn ol"
Yn wir roedd rhaid i mi checkio dyddiad y papur bore mha, y flwyddyn. Nid nol yn 1915 ydan ni rŵan. Mha oes 'Lady Chatterley' drosodd.
"Ar ôl edrych am eiliadau ar y cynnyrch yma, o'n i'n sylweddoli fod y gwaith yma yn peri pryder" meddai Elfed Roberts, gan gyfeirio at natur ffantasiau rhywiol yr awdur a'r ofn y gallai'r awdur geisio gwireddu rhai ohonyn nhw gyda phlant ac anifeiliaid".
'Excuse Me', pwy ydy Cyfarwyddwr yr Eisteddfod i weud y fath beth? Ydy o yn arbenigwr mewn Seicoleg neu mewn Camdrin Rhywiol? Ac yn hynny o beth a ydy cyfreithwyr yr Eisteddfod?
Wel taswn ni'r awdur 'ffiaidd' yma faswn i ar y ffon i fy nghyfreithiwr i go handy! Darn o waith ffantasi roedd yr awdur wedi sgrifennu a dim ond eiliadau yn unig roedd y Prif Weithredwr wedi bod yn darllen. Y Prif Weithredwr nid y Beirniaid.
Ymateb gan Heddlu Gogledd Cymru
"Gallaf gadarnhau ein bod yn parhau i ymchwilio i atgyfeiriad a wnaed i ni ym Mis Mawrh eleni gan yr Eisteddfod Genedlaethol." meddai'r Ditectif Brif Arolygydd Iestyn Davies. " Mae'r gwyn a gafwyd yn ymwneud a chynnwys darn a gyflwynwyd ar gyfer Gwobr Goffa Daniel Owen.
Thursday 23 July 2015
Plaid Gogledd Cymru
I have been exiled in Cardiff, South Wales for 28 years, not quite as long as the Dalai Lama but long enough for me to be recognised as the Spiritual Leader of North Wales/Gogledd Cymru. All I've got from this wasteland is a Psychiatric Diagnosis. I am not a Manic Depressive. I am a Gog. Well it's the same thing really!
Monday 20 July 2015
Royal Welsh Rant
At Arms Length
Thursday 16 July 2015
Love with Vengeance
Tuesday 7 July 2015
Testify
Seventeen years ago today, I had a Spiritual Breakthrough and it all began at a table outside the above coffee shop in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. A Rastafarian put his foot on the table and said 'Where you from man?" "Cardiff but I've been working in London for the last four years" "You?" "Kensington Man, Big Explosion, go look" he nodded his head towards the flickering images on the television screen in the Rasta Baby. I approached like a zombie in a trance. Stock footage, Police Library pictures. I shook my head, I knew it was bad and it was. I went back to sit down and with that the Rastafarian said "Hey, I got six toes", he whipped his sock off. He did and all! I got up to go. I left my two travelling companions, an Ecuadorian from Stockholm and Dave from Manchester. I had only known them a short while but I was never to see them again. I was 'igh on de erb' and I was about to get much higher. I don't know how many days in to my Shamanic Trance Journey I started singing the song below but I know that I was singing it before I got assaulted by the Dutch Police.
7/7/2005 happened on a Thursday and on 10/7/2005 I was assaulted by a Dutch Police Officer at the Politie Amsterdam-Amstelland, Marnixstraat 148, 1016 TE Amsterdam,
I had gone inside to ask for directions to the British Embassy. I was told that it was shut on a Sunday. I raised my voice an octave and said "Gentlemen, I do not feel safe in your city" I was pushed out through the main door above, it took three of them mind. Just as they thought that they had got rid of me, I walked back in, put my hands together in a prayer like manner, bowed and said "God Bless You".
One of them, the fat, asthmatic one was obviously not a believer, he pulled me in, pushed me to the floor and punched me to the back of the head. "Do you want to go to Prison, Do you want to got to Jail?" he wheezed.
"Well you fat bastard, seeing as you asked, I think it should be you going to prison for assaulting a visitor to your city".
I had a copy of the Sunday Independent in my hand with the pictures of the 52 people that had been murdered in London, the previous Thursday. Once again, ejected and dejected I started singing 'By the Rivers of Babylon'. Why this particular song?
I can only surmise that I had a spiritual breakthrough on 07/07/2005. Seventeen years on, I am still trying to work out what I should do or where I should go to give service to a higher power. I cannot call myself a Christian but like Carl Jung, 'I don't need to believe in God, I know'
Monday 6 July 2015
Cathays
Driver less Drones
Sugar Cube Stones
Beer battered Bones
Traffic Cones
Disused Mobile Phones
Midnight Moans
Student Loans
Saturday 4 July 2015
Marmalade Blues
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
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