Parallel Universe

Somewhere in a Parallel Universe there must be Facebook Friends who only share UKIP and Tory Posts, there are EDL creatures who are  friends with BNP/Britain First. I suppose although cannot scientifically prove it, because I wouldn't want to and I don't really like science! What, hold it there old Sharkie Fisherman, you pint sized piscine impersonator, "What do you mean you don't like Science? Are you trying to tell me that you are one of these Creationists"? No, I don't like Science and Maths ever since school. Those topics were a turn off. As a Welshman I am afraid to say that the topic that I liked was English and that is why I am writing this now in English. The human brain tends to deal in absolutes, if you don't like this, then you must be one of those. Boxes and Brackets where we ourselves can remain secure and never has this been so obvious as in the political realm at the moment. I am never sure whether I am a left leaning liberal or a liberal leaning leftie! Am I Green Left, Green, Left Unity. I couldn't call myself an out and out socialist without feeling uncomfortable because I know where I have been politically and socialist socks are ones that I have grown into rather than ones that I was born with so there is always a self stigma of 'Fraud' whenever I use that word to describe myself. I am Republican and Anti-Monarchist but what about these other people in the parallel universe because they must exist but maybe they are more covert than the Left. Admitting to being a Tory or a UKipper is only something you can do in certain geographical parts of the UK without huge derision. If we have such a vast swathe of political opinion then it can only lead to a Dis-United Kingdom and a weaker Dis-United Kingdom would be meat and drink to 'our' media created enemies, ISIL & The Russians at the moment.  So the media are whipped into a frenzy of fear by Whitehall who in turn mercilessly whip us. Why don't we just refuse to watch television, a media blackout, what about the ostrich in the sand approach, let GCHQ and MI6 do the worrying for us because as sure as eggs is eggs we can't do anything about it. Standing around the Aneurin Bevan Statue, which by the way needs a jolly good clean by Cardiff City Council Cleansing Department, feels jolly desperate especially when the rest of the world is walking by with its shopping. Unless mainland Britain is bombed again as it was in World War 2 will people stop shopping and think "Hang On, maybe I should pursue a more austere lifestyle, perhaps rationing wouldn't be such a bad idea, perhaps it might reduce my obesity because at the moment I know that I am comfort eating because I am so unhappy" and so it goes on. But you sound like a Tory boy saying that, that could be straight out of the mouth of Gideon! As someone who has had to run the gamut of Ian Duncan Smith's welfare reforms how can I even entertain such filthy ideas. Well, from personal experience I know that the Welfare System is not working and that it does create dependency in some. It created it in me. Don't worry fellow left wing liberals I am not going to join the parallel universe of right wing thought but I just want you to think for a moment about what is going on in that primordial swamp called the subconscious. Are you too having dark thoughts that might be misconstrued as from another political ideology. Some wag once said that you could put a cigarette paper between far right and far left ideology...and I think it was me.

      

Fundamentally Different

Let's be having you

body bags and boots on the ground.

lets get those heads on the decks

kiss me good night sergeant major

tuck me in my little wooden bed

are you fucking gay or something?

or something sergeant major sir!

It's these mad mullahs in their white onesies

bobbing up and down like little bastards in friday prayers,

they are amongst us.

I'm going down the pub to read me porn son

there's some stunners in the Sun.

I'm scared sir

I don't want to be beheaded just because

I'm white and British.

You'll be all right son

You're not a journalist

It's journalists wot gets decapitated

its the writers of war 

not the warriors of war

that die in such a public

and humiliating fashion

slow, squealing like a pig

It's funny they don't eat pork innit!

It's bombs wot does our work for us these days

Tory Toff presses the Red Button

and it's off.

Some cunt was telling me that when we woz in the dark ages

they woz in the age of enlightenment and when he told me what the Duke of Wellington said in 1813

"The French system of conscription brings together a fair sample of all classes; ours is composed of the scum of the earth — the mere scum of the earth. It is only wonderful that we should be able to make so much out of them afterwards."

Well I effing nuts him dunt I.

Knowing full well, that there's no help for heroes.

Onward Christian Soldiers

Allah hu akhbar

I'm afraid there will be no

Inshalla

in our time.  

Me, Myself and Dai!

An Interview with Myself

Dai: So why have you got 3 names then David?

David: Well, I was christened David to Welsh speaking parents who thought that they might have to move to England for work and didn't want me to be teased because of a very Welsh name like Dafydd.

Dai: So when did you start calling yourself Dafydd? 

David: Well I have been Dafydd for as long as I can remember. A teacher in primary school asked which I would like to be called and I said Dafydd immediately.

Dai: So why have you started using David again? 

David: Well the names Dafydd and Dewi are Welsh for David which is Hebrew for beloved. I go through phases and I felt that David would be a good name on any written work that I produce although I use Dafydd on any Drama and Theatre work that I write.

Dai: So where has this Dai come from?

David: I was doing some voluntary work on an allotment project and somebody piped up  'David is Dai in Wales', thus came about my third name so I answer to David, Dafydd and Dai. 

Dai: Isn't this confusing for other people?

Dafydd: Probably, I've never asked.

Dai: You don't really care about other people do you?

David: Not really, if I'm perfectly honest. People, I can take them or leave them and I usually leave them.

Dai: But aren't people the meat and drink for any writer? What about characters? Who are they based on?

Dafydd: All my characters are based on me! Each character I have ever written has always contained a facet of my personality. 

Dai: Do you think this is why you have not been more successful with your Playwriting?

David: Probably, you are very perceptive Dai. I've been on a lot of courses, I'm even completing a Masters in Playwriting but my characters are still one or two dimensional.  I find it very difficult and challenging to push and promote my Playwriting because I am very weary of people and the Theatre Establishment. I think its just a dream and I'm scared of the dream actually being fulfilled because what would I dream about then?

Dai: I see you've moved into Poetry?

David: I've moved back into Poetry. I've always liked it as a medium because it is the short form and it doesn't feel as strained and forced as my Theatre work. I actually enjoy writing poetry. I don't enjoy writing drama and plays. The irony is, that during my Masters Course in Playwriting I have published two volumes of Poetry, perhaps as a form of sublimating my frustration.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/david-williams/genius-loci-poetry/paperback/product-21567917.html

I think writing plays is incredibly difficult. I might crack it one day, perhaps when it's time to pull the pension from the Post Office. I anticipate being the 'oldest playwright in town' and then dying unfulfilled.

Dai: So who and what do you write about?

David: As if you need to ask that Dai, the dispossessed and the disenfranchised, those on the fringes. I write about the shadows and those who lie within. I write about the underdogs and the places that they come from. I write about Cardiff, Liverpool, Aberystwyth, Manchester and London. I write about mental health & inner conflict.

Dai: That is not going to get bums on seats is it Dafydd?

Dafydd: I don't really care. I care about what I care about, not about what others care about.

Dai: Couldn't you lie? Couldn't you pretend?

David: No mate, I am on a continuous course to be conscious and authentic. I don't want to please others and appease people.

Dai: You wont play the game will you?

David: No

Dai: It must make for a lonely life?

David: I am alone much of the time but I cannot say that I feel lonely. Through my writing I have come to gain a greater respect for myself because despite my protestations I know that I do care deeply about the world and the state that the world is in. This is what my writing is about. It is not meant to be easy reading or entertainment. It is meant to be political.

Dai: Well, we have to wrap up now David but thank you for giving us a brief insight into such a conflicted psyche.

Dafydd: Could I ask that the next interview is conducted in my mother tongue, the indigenous language of Wales, Cymraeg?

Dai: You've got a real chip on your shoulder about that haven't you?

Dafydd: Is that a No then?

Dai: I'll see what I can do. Nos da!

Dafydd: Nos Da. 

If you have enjoyed this interview with myself, you might be interested in the further thoughts of 'Chairman Dai' on Theatre.

http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/in-yer-face-theatre.html 

http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/free-theatre-movement.html



Rhywbeth bach i godi calon

More than a Feeling

"So many people have come and gone

Their faces fade as the years go by

Yet I still recall as I wander on

As clear as the sun in the summer sky"

It feels rather churlish to write about oneself on such a historically miserable day. A country has voted against its own Independence. The despondent melancholia has fallen like an early morning mist in Glencoe. In this wee postie I am going to speak about the people I associate with on Social Media so in other words YOU! Or maybe not you. As an empath who feels things keenly, from energies to feelings I have noticed a difference between the interactions of those who have not met me in real life and those that have. The ones that have, (this is a sweeping generalisation) tend to be rather dismissive and brief in their postings. A kind of 'the man's a fool and I shall not tarry to waste my time in response to him'. Those who haven't met me reflect the old time manners and respect that we would have to people in real life way back in the 1970s. A certain shyness shines through. I like shy people. I don't like arrogant people. Friends and family know that I am limited in my social interactions and find real people difficult. So if you have met me and are taking a wee bit of pleasure in diffidence, insolence, brevity, indifference. Well fuck yees! My first Psychiatrist diagnosed me as Hyper sensitive. The second with Bipolar Disorder. The way I feel at the moment, I think the first may be closer to the mark.    

The Three Amigos

On the day that Cardiff City sack another manager, as a diehard Wrexham fan I have to admit that once, but only once did I agree because I am historically a soft touch, to drive a minibus full of Cardiff City fans to an away game at York City. It was between the seasons 1989-1991 when I worked as a driver/gardener for Cardiff City Council. A fellow employee who spotted my foolhardiness asked whether I would drive a minibus so they could all have a drink. I was often at a loss at what to do at weekends when not playing hooker for Cathays High School Old Boys.  Why not?
It was a bloody long way to York. It was a 1-1 draw I think and the minibus crowd had a drink and I drove back with a face like a miserable meme wondering what the hell I was doing with my life. Although having lived within a mile of Ninian Park and now the Cardiff City stadium for the last 25 years, I have perhaps been three times in all those years because friends were going and needed a shoulder to cry on when they lost. I can't say I hate the Bluebirds but I am cold and ambivalent towards them. I believe that the club like the Capital City of Wales are cursed by a leviathan that lies underground (serious) It is green, has three heads and looks like Craig Bellamy. It can't be co-incidence that the club has experienced such bad luck. With a Bond Villain as chairman who set up a Scotsman for a fall, the new manager who replaces the baby faced assassin will need more than luck. They will need an excommunication of the dark energies that stalk the Capital City's Football Club. Get the Ouija Board out.  

STOP PRESS

Will the new manager soon be wearing this?

As long as it's in blue eh?

Southport Pier

 You would swear that you were on a pilgrimage

to Lourdes.

Overtaken by wheelchairs and buggies on their way to the end.

But there was bugger all on the end!

Was a gate going to open?

The fishermen were evidently not fishers of men.

Scottish accents

"How are things in Cumbernauld? have you heard?"

The sun is shining and life is short 

Funland?

It was like a film set for widows and widowers.

The Hall of Mirrors was free.

On a clear day you can see Blackpool.

It was not a clear day.

everything is in slow motion on 

Southport Pier