"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 28 September 2019
Writing as Vanity Project
Wednesday 25 September 2019
Friends on the Slide
Friends on the Slide
(a poem of sorts)Thursday 19 September 2019
Talk like a Pirate Day
"ARRRRRR SHIVER ME TIMBERS, PIECES OF EIGHT, YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM"
"You wouldn't expect somebody with shark fishing in the title of their blog to let 'Talk Like a Pirate Day' pass un-commented upon would ye? Arrrrrr" There is something rather wonderful about the West Country Burr and by the West Country I mean Bristol and Portishead and not Cardigan and Llangrannog. With apologies to the Rhyl Popular Front for that one.
I have just finished reading Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson so I am Long John Silver's age reading it rather than Jim Hawkins's age when I assume most people do read it and I wouldn't have read it had I not come across a copy in the attic of my recently deceased Aunty. Finding it was like finding Treasure as it is a 1949 Puffin paperback copy first published by them in 1946. The book itself first saw the light of day in 1883. Her house not dissimilar to the Admiral Benbow Inn and a house that she had lived in since this copies publication.
I wont attempt a book review but will offer you some observations on the tale and perhaps bring it up to date a bit.
If Treasure Island was written today the Hispaniola would have to be called 'The Gammon' cos we can't have none of them thar foreign sounding names as one of our fleet. Nigel Farage would be the buffoon Squire Trelawney, Captain Smollett would be Jeremy Hunt who is to see his plans confounded by Long John Johnson who is attempting despite the best attempts of Labour Activists in East End Hospitals to turn Great Britain into Treasure Island. He is doomed to failure but like Silver in the original book he limps on to fight another day. Jim Hawkins is all of us or rather the 48% in the Apple Barrel, the 52% up on deck are the Leavers destined to scuttle the 'Gammon' by fair means or fowl.
Every time they come below deck for another apple, the hole in the side gets bigger and bigger.
I personally identify as Ben Gunn below, the constantly startled and amazed castaway who realizes that he has been sharing the same island with the wrong people all along. When this lot arrive on 'Not Treasure Island' he'll want to 'remain' rather than be saved and taken back to Blighty. We cannot set sail without mentioning the hero of the tale Dr Livesey aka Jeremy Corbyn. He will look after all the Jim Hawkins's of this land whether we find the Treasure or not.
Friday 13 September 2019
Gyrfa dros alwedigaeth
Diddorol i mi oedd gweld dau o ddoethuriaid Blaid Cymru yn mynd ati ar lawr tudalen llythyrau'r 'swper soaraway' Cylchgrawn Golwg. Dr Dewi Evans a Cynog Dafis yn dadlau dros rinweddau Neil McEvoy a'i chefnogwyr yn Orllewin Caerdydd. Cynog yn cyhuddo y gangen o entryism a Dr Dewi Evans yn chwyrn ei farn yn erbyn y cyhuddiad yma. Ar dyn bach sydd yn eistedd ar ben ei orsedd sydd yn ofni cael ei ddisodli gan Dr Dewi Evans fel Cadeirydd y Blaid bach, Alun Ffred Jones. Diddorol i mi oherwydd mae gen i gysylltiad pell gyda'r pedwar dyn yma, o bell bell wrth cwrs. Yn gyntaf mi wariais wythnos o wyliau yn 1991 yn canfasio dros Dr Dewi Evans yn Isetholiad Castell Nedd pan safodd yn erbyn yr Arglwydd Peter Hain erbyn hyn. Profiad bythgofiadwy oherwydd ymateb trigolion y dre. Sefyll wrth groesfan a gyrrwr lori yn gweiddi mas o'i cab "What yew selling by there wuss?" "Plaid Cymru weiddais yn nol yn llawen, yn llawn brwdfrydedd dros yr achos. "Bloody Rubbish" roedd ei ymateb o gyn rhoi'r troed ar y sbardun pan ddangosodd y dyn bach coch. Cymysg iawn oedd yr ymateb gan drigolion y dref ond yn amlwg iawn, oedd ymgeisydd y Blaid, Dr Dewi Evans yn uchel iawn ei barch yn lleol. Blwyddyn wedyn a finnau wedi gadael gwaith a mynd i goleg fel myfyriwr hyn a gang ohonon ni yn dreifio fyny i Geredigion i ganfasio dros Cynog Dafis. Dipyn bach mwy o lwyddiant i'r ymgeisydd y tro hyn ag yntau mewn clymblaid gyda'r Gwyrddion. Posteri Day Glo Gwyrdd ag hetiau smurff arnynt. Rhywbryd cyn y ddau etholiad yma dwi'n cofio mynd i fyny i Gaernarfon a chael fy nghyfweld gan Alun Ffred Jones am swydd dan hyfforddiant gyda Chwmni Hyfforddi Cyfle. Y gobaith wedyn oedd mynd ymlaen i gael gyrfa yn y byd teledu. Minnau wedi dreifio'r holl ffordd o Gaerdydd am yr ymweliad ag yntau yn gofyn i mi ble oedd 'Fideo Cyflwyno fi'."Beth sydd gyda chi i ddangos i ni?" "Dim" atebais yn nol, "welais ddim byd yn y llenyddiaeth anfonwyd i mi am hynny". Felli roeddwn mewn a mas o fewn pum munud ar ôl y daith hir o'r de. Teimlais gywilydd ag mi roeddwn ers hynny ddim yn ffan fwyaf o'r dyn diysgog barfog yma. Doeddwn ddim wedi dangos digon o mentergarwch yn amlwg ond mae hyny bendant ddim yn gyhuddiad allech taflu at Neil McEvoy. Un waith dwi wedi cwrdd a Neil McEvoy ag hwnna yn tŷ yn Glanyrafon ar ôl i yntai adael y Blaid Lafur a newydd ymuno gyda Blaid Cymru.
Mi roedd fy nghysylltiadau gyda'r Blaid yn pylu fel i mi heneiddio ar ôl fod yn Cadeirydd, Trysorydd ag yn ymgeisydd i fynd ar Cyngor Caerdydd yn Ne Caerdydd a Phenarth. Ar ol gweithio a byw yn Llundain a sojourn fach yn Amsterdam mi ddes i nôl i Gymru gyda golwg byd gwahanol ar bethau. Yn wir erbyn hyn mi allaf ddisgrifio fy hun yn 'Corbynista' ail anedig. Dwi ddim yn Llafurir ag dwi bendant ddim yn credu yn y Blaid Lafur Cymraeg ond mae 'na rywbeth urddasol am yr hen Jeremy yn debyg iawn i Gwynfor Evans ers llawer dydd. Mae'r ddau ddyn yn Heddychwyr ei gwedd.
Drist fod y chwyddwydr ar Blaid Gymru yn y fath ffordd ond eto efallai fydd hwn yn broses fydd yn y pen draw yn cryfhau'r Blaid. Y broblem ydy'r 'Personoliaethau' yma, yr egos sydd wedi mynd yn rhemp ym Mhae Caerdydd. Dwi'n siŵr fod neb heb ei fai yn yr holl fusnes yma ond gobeithio taw Cymru fydd yn cael ei gofio cyn hunan diddordebau y wahanol carfannau yma.
Mae'r Blaid wedi bod yn rhy barod i amddiffyn y rheina o fewn ei mysg sydd gyda diddordebau hunanol, Yr Arglwydd Elis Thomas yn esiampl dda o hyn a chofiaf ar ol i un Pwyllgor Gwaith y Blaid yn Aberystwyth cael ein cynghori gan neb llai na Cynog Dafis i ostwng y pwysau ar Dafydd El o ochrau'r 'Ffed' a'r 'Mudiad Ieuenctid' oherwydd bod y ddarpar Arglwydd newydd gael ysgariad ag roedd "y dyrchafiad yma yn mynd i dalu am hwnna". Mi fydd henaduriaid y Blaid yn ysgwyd ei phennau ar ol darllen y fath bethau oherwydd mae 'na rhai yn meddwl fod ymosodiad ar y Blaid yn ymosodiad arnyn nhw ag ar Gymru ond mi ddes i sylweddoli digon cloi fod 'Rhagrith' yn perthyn i'r Blaid fach cymaint ag i bob plaid arall.
Yn sgrifennu o'r tu allan fel blogiwr o fri mi faswn yn hoffi gweld Dr Dewi Evans yn cymryd y Gadeiryddiaeth i fwrdd o Alun Ffred am fwy na rhesymau dialedd am gywilydd. Hoffwn ei weld yn cymryd yr awenau oherwydd mae yna ormod o unigolion a'i diddordebau ei hunan yn amlycach nag achos annibyniaeth i Gymru. Pan mae Gwleidyddiaeth yn troi'n gyrfa dros alwedigaeth, mae'n amser hel dy bac.
Tuesday 3 September 2019
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
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