"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...
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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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+ = My life can be distilled into the above arithmetical equation. Capel(Chapel) + Ysgol(School) = Carchar(Prison) There ...
Tuesday 29 December 2015
Syriza Cymraeg
Monday 28 December 2015
The Christmas Whale
Thursday 24 December 2015
On the Possibility of a Planetarium in Ponty
Wednesday 23 December 2015
Shitting Complex
New Shitting Complex for Aber |
Cardiff Central train station has been described as 'not fit for purpose'. Swansea train station is in a salubrious part of town. What is it about Welsh towns and train stations that make town planners feel that they need to show visitors the town's backside.
The final article that caught my trained eye was "Man shouted abuse at Welsh after England lost in World Cup" Police saw the defendant walk behind the Academy pub where they heard him shout 'you are Welsh, you are c***s and we won the rugby'.
In years to come, Aberystwyth will be a Freudian theme park where visitors will be able to alight from the train station in Victorian frock coats and see locals behind perspex screens taking a shit and talking Welsh.
Tuesday 22 December 2015
Sunday 20 December 2015
Anturiaethau Dan Deimlad
A yw'n awyren?
Tuesday 15 December 2015
References
Monday 14 December 2015
"behaving erratically".
I am going to write about 'Behaving Erratically' because I have extensive experience of behaving erratically. The only constant in my life is the relentless plugging of a book describing events that happened a decade ago. In 2005 I behaved erratically because I either underwent a Psychosis or a Shamanic Trance Journey. Shamans behave erratically. They deviate from the norm. Now they don't tend to do this with a gun in their hand but I am really concerned that the punishment for behaving erratically in our society is death. You shall die for deviating from the norm. Why you are deviating from the norm, nobody bar your family really cares because your life impacts on their life. If your life does not impact on my life, then I don't care but I should because we are all in this shit soup together. Nobody knows what pressures people are under. Nobody knows the primordial mess swirling around in peoples' subconscious, tossed about by injustice, poverty, lack of opportunity, family disfunction, nature & nurture. Nobody knows but the answer is. "Kill that Motherfucker because he's got a gun in his hand. Kill him because he is a threat to those who are not deviating from the norm, he is a threat to those who are not behaving erratically". Now you could accuse me with some justification of living in the past, of wrapping the blanket of self pity around myself and banging on about this but I want answers Goddamit! I want answers to this shit soup that is taking over our minds and making us behave erratically. The only answer Big Pharma and the Psyche Industry can come up with is the chemical cosh!
Friday 11 December 2015
A Prophet with Benefits
You might have noticed I am not afeared to speak my mind. It is because I am insane and my opinions count for nothing. Well the Dutch Justice System believes that I am insane which is lucky for me because I could have been doing an 8 stretch for attempted Bank Robbery. In 2005 I was very, very close to spending Christmas in Jail. I was released on December 9th and on Christmas Day I was sat in a chair in West Wales in a catatonic state. Every Christmas since then has been spent very quietly avoiding the insanity of Capitalist Shopping to celebrate the birth of a Socialist. I am going to be pretty controversial in this post so hold on to your hats and white gloves.
Thursday 10 December 2015
Belaboured 2
My assertion in a recent post that Welsh Labour are wankers holds water today after reading pages 6 & 7 of Trinity Mirror's Western Fail. I was using surgical gloves to turn the pages I hasten to add. In this article by my namesake David Williamson who could actually be my son for all I know, gives 'mucho, mucho, grande, grande' column inches to the evil Dr Kim Howells from Bridge of Earth (Pontypridd)
"Former Labour Foreign Minister Kim Howells says he hopes he is wrong when he claims he cannot see an effective movement in the party to 'ditch' Jeremy Corbyn as Leader."
If you want to ditch somebody how can you hope to be wrong?
" I'm afraid that I think he is a disaster for the Labour Party. The Labour Party if it's going to change anything has got to win general elections across Britain.
So Kimberely, it is winning at all costs in your book eh? Integrity stands for nothing?
I cannot hide my disdain for this Politician because I remember many years ago when I was not a 'neutral' standing at the back of a room at Cardiff County Council HQ in Atlantic Wharf and he showed his 'peacock persona' by heckling and barracking speakers from parties of other hues. Howells is one of these hecklers from the sidelines, a bit like me, at least I have the good grace to do it anonymously in a Blog, not in full frontal personage. Williamson's article goes on to describe non-entities within the Welsh Labour party who are lukewarm towards Corbyn as opposed to openly hostile so if any London chums are reading this, please, please get a message to Jeremy to watch his back with the duplicitous Welsh. We prefer our men of integrity in statue form. They are less of a problem moulded in Tredegar Iron.
Tuesday 8 December 2015
Crying in your Beer
Friday 4 December 2015
Belaboured
Tuesday 1 December 2015
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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