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Wednesday 27 June 2018

Cymhleth Israddoldeb



Dwi'n teimlo fod rhaid i mi gyfiawnhau beth wnes i drydar y prynhawn yma. Ar ôl anfon y geiriau ffwrdd i'r gofod mi wnes i sylweddoli fod gyda fi cymhleth israddoldeb ynglŷn â'r Gymraeg. Dyna pam sgrifennais i'r geiriau sarhaus ynglŷn â'r bobol sydd yn mynychu Tafwyl ag yr Eisteddfod Genedlaethol. Cofio nôl i ymweliadau ar faes yr Eisteddfod dros y blynyddoedd ag y cof mwyaf oedd fy mod i ddim yn perthyn i'r gymdeithas yma. Dwi yn gallu siarad yr un iaith a nhw ond dwi ddim yn teimlo yn un gyda nhw. Dwi erioed wedi mynychu Tafwyl ag melli mae'r feirniadaeth yn annheg ond i mi mae'r syniad o Tafwyl yn wrthynt hwy i mi. Dathlu'r Gymraeg yn y Brifddinas o fewn muriau'r Castell. Y Castell sydd ddim yn rhyw groesawgar mewn unrhyw gyfnod arall y flwyddyn ond mae 'na rywbeth braidd yn anghynhwysol am wyliau fel hyn. Wrth gwrs mae rhaid clodfori arbrawf yr Eisteddfod Genedlaethol i gael gwared ar y weiren bigog ag y gleddyfaeth ond yr un fath o bobol fydd yn mynychu. Ar y cyfan pobol gyfforddus gwyn ddosbarth canol. Nawr does 'na ddim lot maen nhw yn gallu gwneud am y ffeithiau hyn ond ei golygfa ar y byd a'r betws rwyf yn cwestiynu yn fy nhrydariad. Yn fy marn i os ydy'r Cymry Cymraeg yn mynd i fod yr un fath o bobol sydd yn byw yn y Siroedd Cartrefol (Home Counties) rydym wedi colli'r frwydr. Mae rhaid i'r meddylfryd newydd. Mae rhaid i'r meddylfryd cyfalafol newid os yw'r Iaith Gymraeg am oroesi.Y Chwyldro Diwydiannol laddodd yr iaith yng nghymoedd y de ag nawr ceiniogau'r diwydiant ymwelwyr sydd yn effeithio ar enaid ein pobol gan ganiatáu newid enwau hynafol ar eiddo. Y teimlad o orthrwm dwi yn mynd i ffwrdd gyda fi oddiwrth unrhyw ŵyl yn yr iaith Gymraeg ydy'r ias arwynebol yma ond efallai fel gwedais i yn gynharach mae hwn mwy i wneud gyda fy 'Cymhleth Israddoldeb' nag gydag unrhyw wirionedd yn y sefyllfa dwi newydd dystio iddo.   


Saturday 16 June 2018

Home Town









It could be Spice, it could be alcohol, it could be Bridgend, it could be Manchester. It doesn't really matter. What matters to the comfortable and complacent is that this is in full daylight when people should be in work. There is no work. There is no hope. Only benefits if you are lucky! It is all very well the Police asking people to work with them to counter the destructive tactics of drug dealers but these dealers are only emulating what they see around them every day namely Neo-Liberal Capitalism. A dealer would not classify themselves as such. They would consider themselves 'entrepreneurs'. We are in the world of 'The Apprentice' and 'Dragons Den'. They are thinking "Well if I show a bit of initiative here, I can make some money". What Conservatives, The Police and The Establishment want you to do is make money legally by going to work but as we know there is no quality work. Top jobs in the area are in Parc Prison for Officers looking after locals who choose to Zombie out on Park Benches but is Drug Addiction really a choice? Do people really choose to behave in a manner designed to upset the comfortable and complacent or have they been traumatised by circumstances at an early age? "There but for the Grace of God go I" cries a local pastor with trembling finger. "There is no God" comes back the reply from the hunched up figure on the park bench.  




Monday 4 June 2018

Mortality & Mental Health


https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/318895.php


It's a Monday so what better day of the week to write about mortality and mental health. Death, other peoples that we are not intimately connected with have entered our 'living rooms' since the advent of 24 hour news. We all knew subconsciously that other people were dying, but we didn't know them, they were on a different continent, it was a war that had nothing to do with us so we didn't care. The trouble was we did care. We cared too much but we didn't know what to do with that generalised anxiety. The good news story at the end about the hamster learning how to juggle alleviated our concerns slightly but there was always a niggle that would return "When would it be our turn?" What has happened recently is that 'death' has been turned up a notch with ISIL and their televised You Tube barbarity playing on our subconscious fears. Do people in poorer countries who have had bombs dropped on them fear death less than those in wealthy countries. The wealthy 1% have been building bunkers to escape to, if the shit hits the fan. My specific interest in writing this post is a link with mental health. There must be one. I have death anxiety  I must have or I wouldn't be writing this. My anxiety revolves around the impending deaths of those close to me and then to a more selfish and personal death anxiety, the neurosis related to an 'unlived life'. I have not truly lived and this is what my own personal anxiety relates to. Knowing that at one particular time in the future, that all our collective lights will be extinguished, perhaps leads to this desperate scrambling to fill our lives with stuff, occasions, more stuff, more people to carry on our lineage and the equally desperate succour to be convinced that there will be a life for us after death because this one is so shit. I cannot be alone in this thinking but I have never heard it discussed in mental health circles "The reason that I am mad is that I am scared to die or that I am scared to continue with an unlived and unlivable life" As a layperson who has read a few psychology books I am more convinced now than when I began, that the threat of death underpins much of our collective madness and insanity and instead of being comforted by the news reports of mass deaths, we are even more disturbed by it because these deaths are more and more senseless. Death needs to make sense. Death needs to be the price we pay for a full, kind and caring life not for a selfish one. So when we receive the news that innocents are killed we are outraged because they have not been given the opportunity to lead a full, kind and caring life because it has been snatched away by the selfish ones.   
  

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