"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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Friday 30 November 2012
Cats & Dogs
Tuesday 27 November 2012
Monday 26 November 2012
The Christmas Bus
"Herod will have my guts for garters if it comes back a mess again".
Saturday 24 November 2012
Teyrnged i Sparky/Tribute to Sparky
A Game to Remember!
I was 14 years of age and a prisoner in a concentration camp in North Wales, a pupil in a public school. The above game was played at the Racecourse, Wrexham where I would bunk off games on Saturday afternoon and go and see Wrexham play. This day we (the Welshies) were listening to our Transistor Radios and could not believe the result. The crackling made the goals sound more special somehow.
Games like this do not happen now and it is very unlikely that a game between Wales and England will ever throw up a scoreline like this again. Now we've drawn England in the European Championships in France, let's hope for a repeat performance of the one above. #YsbrydWrecsam
Postcard (A Short Story)
Saturday 17 November 2012
Wales' Sexiest Women
" You know it's Autumn when...the Western Mail publishes its Sexiest Men and Sexiest Women of Wales lists. Now in their ninth year they're as crucial to the season as is a debate about who should play at number 10 for Wales"
Ceri Gould, Frontlines, Weekend Magazine of the Western Mail
On the front page of the actual paper are three headlines 'Wales Crash Again (Rugby) A Big No Show (Voting for Police Commissioner) and 50 Sexiest Women in Wales'. On the Front Page of the National Newspaper of Wales!!!
It appears on Page 7 that it is a readers' poll! The Headline on the Magazine itself is "Dish of the Day", shades of Eric Morley's Miss UK. So is it men or women who vote for the sexiest women in Wales? and how come the crumpet cymraeg from Carmarthen Iola Wynn is only at No 50? (oops regression!)
I'm writing this because I am appalled by the shallow values of the 'National Newspaper of Wales' and it's readership. In this age of equality (?) is having a list of sexiest women, appropriate? What is sexy? Being a single mum? How many of the Top 50 are single mums? Is this a scientific survey? What are the criteria for being sexy? Is this list vetted and overseen by balding, toothless, middle aged men in mackintoshes on the third floor of WM House. Surely these are the connoisseurs, the cognosgenti of what is sexy in Wales! Where is Dolly the Sheep? Why isn't she in the Top 50.
Wales is a Fucking Joke and take that from one who has all the credentials. Born on March 1st, Bi-lingual (I can talk shite in two languages) and I used to play Rugby. Wales is a Fucking Joke if the Western Mail is anything to go by. They say we deserve the politicians we get! Surely we can't deserve the National newspaper we get.
What if 15 of these 50 sexiest women had been chosen to represent Wales against Samoa last night? We might have stood a better chance but then that wouldn't have been fair. There is Working class sexism implied in that very sentence. "You played like a bunch of women". "Does that mean we played sexily coach"? The glass ceiling doesn't extend to flaunting your sexy assets on a rugby pitch. If we as human beings are to be judged on how sexy we are then perhaps the Western Mail needs to be indicted in cases of bulimia, anorexia and self harm when young school girls look and see whether this is the norm and that this is what they should be aspiring to.
We no longer have Miss World due to its sexism. Now is the time to rid ourselves of these ridiculous lists. Readers of the Western Mail, stop voting, as you did for the Police Commissioners.
Monday 12 November 2012
Llanon
Waeth i mi ddechrau sgrifennu yn Gymraeg mwn, i feddwl fod teitl y blog yma yn cynnwys y Gymraeg yn gyntaf! Am beth rwyf am gwyno heddiw? Wel, am bentref Llanon yn Sir Geredigion, wel i fod yn fanwl gywir perchennog y tacsis sydd yn wneud y daith trwy'r pentref yma yn anoddach ac yn fwy lletwyth na ddyle fe fod. Mae'r A487 o Aberystwyth i Aberaeron yn boen tin a dwi ddim yn hoffi dreifio arno fo. Mae sawl damwain ar hon, weithiau yn ddyddiol! Os ydych ddim yn stuck tu ôl i lori Mansel Davies neu du nol i Fws araf Arriva gallech fynd o Aber i Aber mewn pum munud ar hugain efallai. Yn dod o Aberaeron mewn i bentref Llanon, heibio'r bacws ar y chwith a'r bwtcher ar y dde mi ddewch i drofa ble mae tacsis yn cael i barcio! Allith o ddim bod yn fusnes tacsis llewyrches oherwydd maen nhw wastad wedi parcio yna. Fel modurwr da, dych chi yn slofi lawr a gan amlaf stopio i traffic o Aberystwyth ond fy nghwyn i ydi pam ddylech chi? Mae hwn yn ffordd fawr yn mynd trwy bentref! Mae pentrefi bach y wlad yn amlwg ddim wedi adeiladu i gymryd volume y traffic sydd ar yr hewlydd dyddiau yma. Wastad yn teimlo dros unrhyw un sydd yn ddigon ddewr i seiclo ar yr A487. Mae niferoedd y ceir yn gyfoglyd! Beryg Bywyd ydi'r ffordd yma! A wnaeth Cyngor Sir Ceredigion rhywbeth am y niwsans yma? Dim fears sa beryg!
Friday 9 November 2012
La Angostura
Wales has a connection with Argentina that goes back to the settlement of Y Wladfa in 1865 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_Wladfa
A complete waste of Saturday afternoons.
I have a completely rational yet emotional view on Public schools. As a Welsh speaker I was educated in an enclave, in a bastion of the English Class system in North Wales. A recurring nightmare that I have is that I am still a pupil at this school, as an adult. I have been kept down from progressing to every subsequent year because of my woeful progress academically. I witnessed the ravages of this class system, in the guise of Margaret Thatcher's Conservatism, being unleashed on the communities of the United Kingdom. I do not wish to use the term 'English' in a pejorative way. It is the Imperialist British Class System that I rail against. The system that has caused so much oppression and so much misery and death around the world. Who could blame those early settlers for looking for a 'man gwyn man draw' (Grass is always Greener type of thing) away from all this?
Friday 2 November 2012
Sorry Sharks!
I had a dream last night and I felt guilty this morning. I felt bad that in my last post I had generalised about human beings. I am beginning to see a thread. I know that as individuals there are incredibly brave, wonderful light filled beings but my sadness comes at our inability to operate en masse, as a crowd.
The dream involved me in Amsterdam with a bike that got stolen off a film set.I was the protagonist and in dreams as often as in life my search proved futile but I met interesting, hope filled characters on the way.
This morning I had the honour of meeting professional honourable human beings but as is often the case they had to come out to see me. I won't reach out to others. It is a wound. It is this inability to reach out and help others without conditions which is causing me much soul searching at the moment.
I apologise for my black and white thinking in the last post and hope that you were not too offended. I know that we are all trying our best. I suppose what I want to see more of in the world, if I have to identify it is compassion, something that I am working hard towards, compassion without condition.
Thursday 1 November 2012
Who put the Shark in Shark fishing?
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
I am a poet dahling not a paramedic
I have not written a blog post in the month of April 2024 yet and it is the 22nd already. As I type this I do not know what I am going to ...
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Bottom of the Ottoman
Bottom of the Ottoman from David Williams on Vimeo.
Crying in your Beer from David Williams on Vimeo.
Hitler navigates the A487 from Aberaeron to Aberystwyth
I shall never wear tweeds from David Williams on Vimeo.