Anglesey · anxiety · arts · belonging · culture · diary · Eisteddfod · language · music · Wales

bye’steddfod, 13/August/17

I got two free pens…. and a stick-it notepad from the Eisteddfod……. and a memory of mini-moshers, three and four year olds dancing, or more accurately uncontrollably gamboling and waving their limbs uncontrollably in a front of a stage while bands performed……. I even spoke to no less than the National Poet of Wales…. albeit… Continue reading bye’steddfod, 13/August/17

Anglesey · anxiety · arts · Cymraeg · diary · Eisteddfod · food · language · music · poetry · Wales · Welsh

yn yr orsedd, 11/August/17

dancing nuns…. what more can I say… and they sing!…………. I should just leave you with that… ’nuff said! yn yr orsedd ar y bardd mae’n braf standing with the standing stones…. arwyddlun….. symbols of ancient pasts……… except they are fibreglass….. luckily I knew this beforehand being they’d given up erecting actual permanent stone circles… Continue reading yn yr orsedd, 11/August/17

Anglesey · arts · books · culture · diary · Eisteddfod · language · music · Wales · Welsh

first’steddfod, 10/August/17

caught between sea shanties there was a babell yn y maes lle was I? … eisteddfod was I “dw’in dysgu siarad gymraeg”, as if that wasn’t obvious….. a learner of Welsh “y dysgwr” between baffled and bemused (and y babell!) a stranger in a mush stranger land perhaps …. but, priorites……. within 15 minutes yn… Continue reading first’steddfod, 10/August/17

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Maes Q, 8/August/17

my first ever venture into the national Eisteddfod a mere four miles from me this time as it moves around the country to a different location every year ended in failure…. but not without plenty to write about which I won’t pen here but will do in a much, much, much, much longer blog later… Continue reading Maes Q, 8/August/17

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house of books #3, 18th January 2017

if only, if only, if only… if only there was some context… context rather than just text…. just text, subtext, subliminal lines between liminal strands of invention tossed, spat out and thrown up as flotsam… trains of thought leaving the station leaving me wondering whether I should’ve bought a ticket… return or one way, it… Continue reading house of books #3, 18th January 2017

Aakash Odedra · arts · Caernarfon · dance · diary · dyslexia · Galeri · Murmur · review · Wales

the other A, 23rd October 2016

impressions preview ps gauze…. shadow…. light….. shadow…. light shadow… shadow… rhythm…. arrythm…. gauze… whispers… repeat after me…. rhythm…. /stop/…… almost.. almost… human almost…. human…. me… almost… me human me…. almost… dislocate dislocate break!… almost… break!.. dance…. /stop/…. count.. one two one two one two three three… three… to ten…. to twenty 1… move light… moving… Continue reading the other A, 23rd October 2016

Anglesey · arts · dance · dancing · Ffin · Ffin Dance · Holyhead · the power of 3 · three · Ucheldre · Wales

Ffin Dance….. on an island, 24th May 2015

three, two, one……. from moving words to dancing girls to rivers of red to distorted expectations to knots entangled to countdown, three, two, one……….. an evening with Ffin Dance is always to be filled with surprises….. so leave you preconceptions at the door there’s an open mind policy to be observed, simply step inside and… Continue reading Ffin Dance….. on an island, 24th May 2015