"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 26 February 2016
Wednesday 24 February 2016
Aston Martin are coming to Wales
Tuesday 23 February 2016
Working Class
The Sleaford Mods have said it at 5.00 minutes in on this video "I'm a bit weary of the old class thing, it obviously exists, I'm probably lower middle class, you know what I mean". I haven't read enough Marx and I have not studied for a Sociology Degree but there is something uncomfortable (for me) about the term. The Dutch interviewer asks why is it such a UK thing? Is it a UK thing or an English thing? There are a lot of what might be classically considered 'working class' in the South Wales valleys but why, because of history? because of the work that they used to do? because of who they voted for? The so called classic 'working class' in this area are now voting for UKIP. If you are a manual labourer, does this make you working class? Is it your behaviour, your attitude, your values that make you such or is is simply the amount that you earn or rather don't earn? The Shark Fisherman is asking an awful lot of questions in a post that he knows that not many will read. This is no longer syndicated through social media so it is only the loyal and curious who will occasionally check back and fore to see what is going on here. Socialists and Socialism is inextricably linked to the old 'working class' and because there are less of them in numbers then as a political ideology it has been less popular as people have become more aspirational and 'middle class' whatever that means. It is time to get rid of these outdated labels. People are people, to tie yourself to a class, a tribe is to diminish and limit yourself unless you are comfortable enough to be a 'champagne socialist'. Political Warriors keep banging their heads against brick walls in trying to get people to agree with them, to see what they see and to vote for them but there are too many bright, shiny objects of distraction for us to be able to concentrate on anything so serious for too long.
Tuesday 16 February 2016
"Dad, I fink I got it wrong again"
Still retired from Facebook but back on Twitter
Sunday 14 February 2016
Le chat dans l'arbre
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
The cat’s song
February
Friday 12 February 2016
Bristol CarPort
Friday 5 February 2016
A Ghost in the Machine
Saturday 30th January I came off Facebook & Twitter, cold turkey like, having been on there for five years solid, full time, so you can imagine I have been a bit short tempered this past week to say the least. I even deleted this blog and came off Google plus and thought that it had been lost in cyberspace but I retrieved it with a sharp stick with a piece of velcro on the end. I am harvesting the poems on the blog for yet another book and I am collecting some of the articles to put together in one volume to send them in for a competition. Don't want to let the work go to waste. So good followers, 13 and true, I shall be relying on you not to leave me here, like a ghost in the machine. If you believe my voice should be heard, then please share these posts on your Facebook page or Twitter feed. I probably won't be posting as much as I did before but I have enjoyed working on this blog so much I didn't want to abandon it. I now have to fill the God shaped existential hole left by Social Media. I have tried alcohol, dope and even God. Nothing will fill it I don't suppose but I need to get busy doing something else. Thank you to those precious few who have contacted me by email to beg me to return or to at least keep this blog running. I wont mention you by name but you know who you are. Thank you.
One thing I have been doing is learning French on Duolingo, apparently I am 12% fluent already which I find very hard to believe. D'accord, Laterz Shark Fishing Followerz!
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.
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