Tag Archives: Wales

Poems to Live By: ‘In my craft or sullen art’

In my craft or sullen art In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not … Continue reading

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Poems to Live By: ‘Tomatoes’

There’s a certain irony to 24 hour news. It feels as if the more news we get, the less important it all seems. It certainly feels less real somehow. Whereas thirty years ago, a Michael Burke report seemed to move … Continue reading

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Dannie

On a Sunday afternoon this year, I received an email from a close friend with the simple title, ‘Dannie’. I understood at once what it meant. One of the greatest Welsh voices of the last seventy years had finally been … Continue reading

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Welsh Music Prize 2014

I don’t know why music has such a hold on me. For some reason, it reaches down into my very guts and won’t let me go. I’m also a bit partial to all things Welsh. So, Welsh music? You probably … Continue reading

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A Play For Today

To say that Owen Sheers and the National Theatre of Wales have some history would be an understatement.  Their last collaboration, The Passion, not only garnered rave reviews from critics, it also made a whole town a theatre, its people … Continue reading

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Frontier Visions

Embedded deep in the American consciousness is the idea of the frontier. The taming of the Wild West and the birth of the nation are part of American identity and it’s not for nothing that Captain Kirk and his Star … Continue reading

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‘The Last Hit’

There are certain images of Wales that are hard to shake: male voice choirs, coal miners, rugby, sheep, women in strange costumes playing the harp, the seriously-suited chapel-goer. None of these appear in ‘The Last Hit’ by Llwyd Owen, a … Continue reading

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