"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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+ = My life can be distilled into the above arithmetical equation. Capel(Chapel) + Ysgol(School) = Carchar(Prison) There ...
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The Hero's Journey from David Williams on Vimeo . I know that some of you read this blog especially the very popular Guest Blog P...
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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...
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Wednesday 16 May 2012
Therapeutic Community 2
The two major periods of employment that I had were as a Development Officer for the Young Farmers' Clubs of Wales and a Head of Drama. So I have worked with the youth of city and country.
My specific interest is in Mental Health because of my own experiences but because I have been given time to observe the machinations of Society rather than being forced to take part in something so unhealthy I feel there is an opportunity to create an environment of peace and sanctuary, of healing and repair.
What makes me think as a white guy that I can help or even understand the experience of Black and Minority Ethnic Young People. Well I've taught them in school and observed how creative and inventive they are. I feel that UK plc owes something to these young people specifically. Their grandparents and greatgrandparents were brought here to fulfill employment shortages!
What a cold and unwelcome environment they arrived in.
The Therapeutic Community could provide a variety of experiences. Horticulture and Animal Husbandry, working the land, Theatre, Therapy, lots and lots of therapy.
It's about getting a team together. Maybe this group won't be reached by what I have in mind but a specifically designed Therapeutic Community could help many.
Anyway, you gotta have a dream and this is my dream!
I am blogging for Mental Health!
Therapeutic Community
I have a dream that one day a Therapeutic Community will be established in the hills of Wales, in old abandoned farm buildings converted into a healing centre where the hurt of their previous life will be integrated and accepted and individuals will be able to return to their communities and become leaders but not of gangs.
They will return, not to the status quo! They will return as changemakers and bridge builders. The present way that society is being run is destroying the soul of those unable or unwilling to compete. Those who will have passed through the 'Underground Railroad' will show by example, a different way. This is 2012 and we cannot carry on this way. Those punished and sent to prison in the riots need to heal or they will exact revenge on others, or more likely on themselves. We must stop this avaricious, consuming and competing. Inequality in Society is all too evident and emotional abuse is endemic in families through poverty and lack of opportunity.
I am 46 now. I will die when I am 76. I have thirty years ahead of me to realise this dream.
I have wasted the past thirty years,
I'm not prepared to waste the next thirty.
In my role as Artistic Director of Red Button Theatre Co-operative and as a Freelance Mental Health Advocate I am declaring my intention in this Blog Post.
I want to realise this dream and I know the people on Facebook and Twitter and elsewhere who I know will help this dream materialise.
Sunday 6 May 2012
Liverpool: A New Capital City!
I have spent the last 25 years in the plastic capital city of wales. Anecdotaly (On Twitter) I heard that Liverpool fans booed the English National Anthem yesterday at Wembley "God save the Queen". God Save the Queen a)an entity whose existence has yet to be proved, b)save an unelected head of state from a German family.
I am told that I still have a Scouse accent. As a teenager I lived, as the one-eyed crow flies, some 35 miles from Birkenhead, over the border in North Wales. The people of North Wales, consumers to a woman, would be pulled by the gravitational force of the shops of Chester and Liverpool. This was before Wrexham became such a capitalist centre. I remember all these places in the last double dip recession, 1981-83, under Herr Thatcher's dictatorship. I remember Miners on the streets of Lime St in 84/85 with their collecting buckets. I remember Holly Johnson singing 'The Power of Love' in a basement record department. The party hats and paraphenalia in 'Blackwells' but there was no party. I returned to the city recently for the first time since then, and sensed the economic poverty immediately but the Scouse Spirit was alive and well as it had ever been. A Karaoke on a Monday night was like a Saturday night in any other city.
This blog post proposes that Liverpool becomes the Capital of Wales & Ireland. Dublin has become as touristy and trashy as Boris Johnson's London, the gentleman who had to apologise to a city on Radio Merseyside in 2005. Accusing Liverpool of a 'Victim Mentality'. If this fine, historic, spiritual city became a Celtic Capital then it wouldn't have to suffer these gibes from the Garrick Club. I'll hold my tattooed arms up to the sky and admit to buying into the romance of Liverpool. I've got 'Boys from the Blackstuff' on repeat flickering like a Super 8mm in front of my eyelids. When I can no longer deal with this reality, I move my energy up to the Sixth Chakra and indulge my delusions that life could be oh so different to the communal reality that we have created. Liverpool will always be my Capital City. I'm not even biased or tainted by tribal loyalties. I love Everton and Liverpool FC equally and have a soft spot for Tranmere Rovers Why? Because I am the Artistic Director of Red Button Theatre Company and the economic policies pursued by a culture and class elite have contributed to poverty and a sense of alienation in a geographical area at the mouth of the Mersey. So even though the Scousers wouldn't want to associate with the 'Woollybacks' Liverpool has more in common with the Welsh and Irish than it has with 'God Save the Queen'.
"Go ed Chelski and your London Weighting Allowance, go ed and do one."
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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Hello my fruity old fruit bats! That is a term of endearment by the way. I thought I would treat you to a piece of prose rather than the b...
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