Sunday, 31 January 2010

Allen Ginsberg's - Wales Visitation

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Llanthoney Valley ... as I read William Blake In innocence That day I heard Blake's voice. I say I heard Blake's voice... pro...
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Tuesday, 26 January 2010

JAMIE REID - Peace is Tough

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Monday, 25 January 2010

St Dwynwens day - Welsh Patron Saint of Lovers

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Today is St Dwynwens day. She lived in the fifth century and was one of the prettiest of Brychan Brycheinions 24 daugters. She fell in lov...
Saturday, 23 January 2010

Andre Breton - (1896 -1966) Surreallism and Painting

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I have been impressed by the surrealists and their ability too confront what we take for granted in the name of art,for a while now,thei...
Thursday, 21 January 2010

£ S D ( love , sex, death pounds, shillings, pence lysergic acid) Alexander Trocchi

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Iron leaves glint, where winds broke in, red rot in rain: my death is lead, cloven by slow, radium-sharp shark-fin. In my soft tree-bole ble...
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Sunday, 17 January 2010

Caradog Evans - Father of Anglo Welsh literature. (31/12/1878- 11/1/1945)

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Caradog Evans was a brilliant short story writer from Wales, bought up in in the Welsh speaking community of Rhydlewis, West Wales.Best know...
Thursday, 14 January 2010

LESS TIME -Andre Breton (18/2/1896- 28/9/1966)

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Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, there you have it. I've made...
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Sunday, 10 January 2010

MAHMOUD DARWISH - The Poet of the Resistance. (13/4/41- 9/8/08)

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Sometimes words are all we need,sometimes we take things for granted. I am Welsh and I know my land. I know how far my border stretches, I a...
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Friday, 8 January 2010

Dennis Brutus- Poet and Freedom Fighter, R.I.P (28/11/24-26/12/09

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Dennis Brutus who died just after Christmas was a poet and former inmate with Nelson Mandela at Robben Island in the mid...
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Sunday, 3 January 2010

DRUNK -An interpretation of Baudelaire's prose poem, The Drunken Song by Brian Patten

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Well it's the time of year where once again I contemplate sobriety, never again I cry, but with my shaking hand wavering thought i'...