"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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+ = My life can be distilled into the above arithmetical equation. Capel(Chapel) + Ysgol(School) = Carchar(Prison) There ...
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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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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...
Sunday 30 August 2015
Poetry Smackdown
Friday 28 August 2015
The City of New Orleans
Wednesday 26 August 2015
Aberashley
The Cambrian News goes on to salivate "According to the same source, more than nine in 10 users of the site across Welsh towns were men". Well 'quelle surprise'. We all know that men are beasts and Dai Bando, the bard of Rhigos has always said in his poetry that 'Welshmen will f*ck a frog on the hop' or a 'broga on the naid' to go fully bilingual. So there are 250 male adulterers in Aber. That means that there are 25 females, hussies wearing red dresses parading along the Prom. So why is this of interest to the super single Shark Fisherman of Wales who still cannot figure out 'genitalial interaction'. Well I am fascinated by the dark side of human psychology and how it surfaces in the mundane. I have written a Blog Post about 'SECS' before and the comment at the end is perhaps more interesting than the post itself. Perhaps on the more charitable side, you should read a Blog Post by a geezer who sounds as if he knows what he's talking about. Right, I'm off into town to get me some 'un-adulterated action'.
Tuesday 25 August 2015
Militant Mental Health
https://twitter.com/MilitantMental?lang=en-gb
Saturday 22 August 2015
The Discipline of Deadlines
Since completing an M.A in Playwriting in May 2014 I have written nothing, zilch, dim. What a waste of an M.A but very recently in the last week in fact I have entered two competitions. Two competitions that require the entrant to write a 10 minute Drama on a set theme and with a deadline, an actual date that you have to submit by and I have found that these two simple things, a theme and a deadline actually help the creative juices because a deadline says 'Get it done son' and I have got them done because they are only 10 minute pieces. You're not a proper playwright until you've had a weighty hour and an half on a stage in my humble and we've all had to sit through them and wish we were elsewhere, not mentioning any names, William Shakespeare, yes you Sir! You must have been smoking something to get all that down. Ten minutes is a start. Ten minutes where the young, witty, razor sharp audience get to listen and judge and give you marks and feedback. Even if yours is not chosen, the process itself of getting something sent in is accomplishment enough if you have been used to doing nothing like what I have! I thought it might be difficult to complete a story arc in 10 minutes but the time constraint again is a good discipline to push the action forward and to get rid of any waste and flannel of which I am renowned. Cut it down to the bone, then read it out loud in different voices or accents if you can. Does it sound good on the ear? Does the dialogue flow? And what is also pleasing to me is that I am flexing my bilingual muscle. One of the pieces was in Welsh and the other in English. I always thought that I was better in English because that was the language that I was educated in but I am finding that once I allow the guards of the mind and the language police to take a tea break that I enjoy the process of writing in Welsh more, perhaps because of the novelty and because I am returning to source. I am thinking in English but writing what comes to me in Welsh. The task ahead now is like the adverts in salubrious periodicals 'Make it Longer'. I have to make it longer. I can keep bods hooked for ten minutes perhaps but half an hour, not sure and then the holy grail an hour, God Forbid! But that is the challenge, a challenge for me that needs a deadline and a theme because if you get a kick ass idea and it is not what people want, then thou hast been pissing in the wind which again in my book is tantamount to doing nowt especially for one who doesn't enjoy the process of writing. I enjoy getting the idea and the theme, the setting and the 'bastard' characters but writing it, that's a different story again. Lead on Macduff
Tuesday 18 August 2015
Red Robin
the dining room table if you start to mess Robbo about
Saturday 15 August 2015
Y Barnwr
My love is like a seaside collecting box made out of a mine
Sunday 9 August 2015
Cydwybod y Car
Ddoe, Sadwrn roedd yn ddiwrnod llawn cyffro i mi oherwydd roeddwn yn gwerthu fy hen gar ar ebay neu bae-e yn y Gymraeg. Ers i ryw feddwyn slammo fewn iddo fe ar noson San Steffan diwethaf, dydy o ddim wedi bod yr un fath. Mi ddaeth y cyffro min nos gyda phedwar yn rhoi cais i mewn ond wnaethon nhw ddim cyrraedd beth maent yn ei alw'r 'reserve', yr isafswm roeddwn i am dderbyn amdano. Dyma'r tro cyntaf i mi werthu un rhywbeth ar bae-e ond ar y wefan boblogaidd yma brynais y car nol yn 2012. Doeddwn ddim wedi cael car ers 2005 oherwydd doeddwn ddim yn ffan o'r ffordd hon o drafnidiaeth ond roedd rhaid i mi deithio mwy aml nôl a blaen i'r Gorllewin a chyfleustra oedd ar fy meddwl ond bois bach mae o'n gostus i gadw car ar y lon y dyddiau yma gyda Threth, Yswiriant, Cost Petrol ac wedyn Gwasanaeth a MOT a hwn am hen gar. Mi wnes i ei hysbysebu fel 'Spares or Repair' oherwydd ar fy hoff ffordd, yr A487, yn Aberarth i fod yn fanwl gywir, mi wnaeth y revometer mynd dros ben llestri a thynnu siapiau arnaf ac erbyn hyn mae'r speedometer wedi pallu. Felli mewn cydwybod dda doeddwn ni ddim yn gallu ei werthu fel car gyda dyfodol. Am 6.40pm ddaeth yr ocsiwn i ben ac mi roeddwn yn falch fod neb wedi ei ennill oherwydd faswn ddim yn hapus erbyn hyn yn deud ta ta i'r peth a chymryd pres da rhywun amdano. Mi weles i wedyn fod Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg wedi defnyddio hen gar ar faes yr Eisteddfod i wneud pwynt am ddysgu Cymraeg fel ail-iaith yn ysgolion fel model sydd yn methu a ddaeth i'm meddwl efallai fuasai Cymdeithas yn gallu ei ddefnyddio mewn protest yn y dyfodol. Dwi wedi cynnig o iddyn nhw ond ddim wedi clywed nôl eto. Os wnânt nhw ddim ffeindio defnydd iddo mi wnâi ofyn i ryw gwmni sydd yn ail-gylchu eich car i ddod i nôl o ac wedyn trosglwyddo unrhyw bres i elusen o'm dewis. Peth ofnadwy ydy cydwybod yn de! Wnaeth eich cydwybod byth arian ar eich rhan, ond drueni doedd dim cydwybod ar y diawl a wnaeth bwrw fi ar noson Sant Steffan a dreifio ffwrdd yng nghrombil y nos.
Self-Sabotage
Thursday 6 August 2015
Byd y Blogiau
Nid Cymro Confensiynol
Rhag i chi feddwl fy mod yn Mr Grintachlyd 'personified' dyma fi yn y post yma yn canmol enillydd Fedal Rhyddiaith ar faes y sioe (Eisteddfod) Tony Bianchi. Dwi ddim yn ei nabod ond dwi wedi ei weld yn seiclo o gwmpas y ddinas. Dwi wedi darllen un o'i lyfrau sef 'Cyffesion Geordie oddi cartref'. Efallai fydd o ddim yn rhy hapus fod rafin fath a fi yn rhoi cyhoeddusrwydd iddo mewn blog o'r safon yma ond dim ond edmygedd sydd ganai am ddyn a siaradodd Gymraeg am y tro cyntaf yn hogyn ddwy ar bymtheg oed. Dysgodd Tony Cymraeg pan fynychodd Coleg Prifysgol Llambed. Dywedodd, mewn cyfweliad yn y Western Mail, bod "ysgrifennu'n Gymraeg wedi cynnig rhyddid iddo drafod pethau a phobl na fyddai efallai wedi medru eu trafod yn yr un modd trwy ysgrifennu'n Saesneg." Dwi'n edmygu oherwydd ei fod wedi dangos diffuantrwydd gan sgrifennu mewn ail iaith ond efallai mai e yn ei alw yn iaith gyntaf erbyn hyn, ddim yn llythrennol ond yn feddyliol. Mae angen mwy o Tony Bianchis ar yr Iaith Cymraeg, bobol all ddod ai cefndir ai chyfoeth diwylliannol i wneud ein byd yn fwy diddorol. Achos dos dim byd gwaeth na Chymro confensiynol yn fy nhyb i.
Wednesday 5 August 2015
Cwympo rhwng dwy stôl
Tuesday 4 August 2015
Freedom
I realised today, with a heavy heart, that I don't understand what 'Freedom' is. I'm sure I have it but I don't think that I have ever used it. I am free to live in a country that a lot of people in Calais would like to get into but what really is one free to do in this country? Free to shop (If you have money) Free to travel ( if you have the means to do so) Free to earn money (an oxymoron if ever there was one) Freedom to roam away from home but if you are not free in your mind then how can you ever be free? The people in the Calais Camp are quite possibly a lot freer than us. Freer in their minds. What did James Baldwin say
So many of us have so much to lose! Our social standing (not me)
our reputation (not me) our homes and our families (?) our jobs (not me)
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Fruity old fruit bats
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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