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"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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Saturday 29 November 2014
Caernarfon
Dim ond Tri from David Williams on Vimeo.
Thursday 27 November 2014
Dirty Looks
A realisation came upon me yesterday, that I have a phobia of 'Dirty Looks'. It is why I don't look at strangers in the eye. The mantra is 'keep eye contact' but what if that mantra is bound up with historic shame and self hate. How can you look kindly upon another if you hate yourself and I realised yesterday how many people hate themselves. How many women hate themselves when they look at men. We men think that they hate us, but they hate themselves for 'allowing us' to be haters of them. This is just a theory of course. It is why I wear sunglasses a lot even inside and when there is no sun. The elderly and aged give the young dirty looks, Christians (some) give unbelievers or as a member of the Salvation Army called them 'the heathen'. They give out dirty looks. I remember those dirty looks at the Chapel I attended as a child. Those disapproving looks, those withering glances from those with ashes on their tongue. I think that is why I have gravitated to the cities because you tend to get less looks. This phobia of 'dirty and disapproving looks' from other people can manifest as paranoia. If you have historic low self esteem, poor self image, lack of self confidence, I feel it doesn't matter how much work you have done on yourself, how much reading, how many self help CDs you listen to and how much Cognitive Behavioral Therapy you engage in, when you get that historic dirty look that drags you back to the chapel aisle of your childhood, then it was all for nothing. I hate looking at other people and I hate them looking at me because I still feel shame. The gaze of the other. I want to be incognito. The ghost in the machine. It was a profound 5 minute realization yesterday where this came from. Back to childhood, back to the sensitive teenager. I am convinced that by now some people have perfected the dirty look to such an extent that they could knock Lot's wife out of the ball park.
Saturday 22 November 2014
Black Spot on a Leaf
Friday 21 November 2014
The Fox of Highgate Cemetery
Monday 17 November 2014
Letter to an Unknown Soldier
Saturday 15 November 2014
Arithmetical Equation
Thursday 13 November 2014
Canlyniad/Result
I went into town/city specifically to find Jimmy to give him a copy of my book. He wasn't outside the indoor market on his usual pitch so I headed for Central Library. I had a feeling that he'd been moved on. As I passed the Tabernacle Chapel, on the right just before you get to the opening of Caroline Street, I saw this poster in neon day glow. I had to take a picture didn't I. It says "You cannot measure wealth with the euro or pound but in terms of love and sacrifice". Town is getting busier as we move closer to the 'alleged' birth date of Jesus. I can sense the tension and disappointment in the air already, but then I can sense that everyday and perhaps it's just mine. I thought one last go and walked up to St John's Square again. Jimmy wasn't there although there was a guy clutching a can of grog close to his breast and muttering the eulogy. I got to St Mary Street and instead of diving down Westgate Street like a scuttling rat to avoid the thronging mass, I decided to brave it and as I crossed Wood Street, there sitting on the corner by Greggs was Jimmy. He looked ashen. I shook his one good arm, threw a couple of gold sovereigns in his cap, gave him the book with dedication and said that I'd buy him something to eat and drink when I saw him again. I asked him whether they'd moved him on from the market and he said that they did it all the time. If you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about, you can read Jimmy's story here.
Wednesday 12 November 2014
Limbo Land
A book is like a DVD, you watch it once, you put it on the shelf, you take it to the charity shop in a couple of years after you have watched it again.
20 poems coming in at £3.59 so that is 17.95pence a poem. Are you getting your moneys worth? A question that all poetry readers ask themselves. Is it value for money? Well I would say that 'The Arrogance of Golfers' on page 20 is worth 20pence. I actually had to go out and walk across a golf course for that one. It is actually better value than 'Genius Loci' which comes in at 29 poems for £5.99 which is 20.65 pence a poem. Every poem has its price. Imagine if you sold a piece of art for that price, the person buying it wouldn't believe it was 'art' because the artist had undervalued it. So a Poet who undervalues his/her poetry. How can you put a price on Poetry? You see I don't even know whether it is Poetry, to me it is a rag tag collection of angry words, a stream of consciousness and sometimes it rhymes. I published 'Limbo Land' hot on the heels of 'Genius Loci' because I wanted him to have a little friend, someone to play with, similar poems, similar style. More ways to make money but surely there must be easier ways.
Tuesday 11 November 2014
Monday 10 November 2014
Sunday 9 November 2014
Friday 7 November 2014
Thursday 6 November 2014
Cars & TVs
Cars & TVs. We need to get rid of them if you are serious about climate change and media bias. Now, I'm not prone to conspiracies BUT think about the first event that was filmed and broadcast widely in colour? Queen Elizabeth II of England's Coronation. Long to reign over us, she surely has. We've been force fed establishment propaganda since that day. The Queen's speech on Christmas Day when we are all at our lowest ebb having fallen out with family, she reminds us that there has always been something solid and reliable in our lives! She won't let us down even if the presents and our family do. Why won't they get rid of the Cars and Gas Guzzlers that are ruining the ozone layer? Because they are just too darned convenient. Like the TV, we've got used to them. Also the Car Manufacturing industry employs so many people. It's a monster, a leviathan that cannot be stopped.
God, if we got rid of the Car and TV, then we might have to walk places and speak to people, we might have to attend live theatre because that will be where the TV actors are all employed. They are all employed to entertain you, to divert you from political thought. Dr Who is an agent of the Government! He wants you inside on a Saturday night instead of out there on the streets, agitating with nothing more than a flask of tea in your hand because what I am advocating in this Blog Post is rationing and abstinence. Together we can cut our consumption! Together we can bring the economy to its knees and then lets see what will happen.
If the economy crumbles will the world end? Will we end up eating eachother or simply greeting eachother? "I've seen you passing in your car, I didn't think you had legs". "I've walked passed your house many times, the TV is always on".
Many people say they have the TV on for company! What a damning indictment of the human condition when you have to pay £145.00 a year for 'company'. "Well, at least the Television won't judge me, it won't rip me off, it won't belittle me, it won't threaten me, it won't compete with me, it won't make me paranoid". No?
I am prepared to lead by example. I've got rid of one and I've only got the other one in case of emergencies. You can guess which one I'm sure! Yes I have an emergency television under the stairs in case I have to watch Strictly come Dancing! We are all here for such a short time, we are being divided and conquered by items that give us a false sense of freedom.
Tuesday 4 November 2014
Dedicated to Jimmy!
http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/my-news-years-resolution-is-to-become.html
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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