literature

‘Fabula’: Llŷr Gwyn Lewis a Borges

September 24, 2017 0 Comments
‘Fabula’: Llŷr Gwyn Lewis a Borges

Nôl ym mis Gorffennaf, yn siop lyfrau Palas Print yng Nghaernarfon, fe brynais i gasgliad newydd Llŷr Gwyn Lewis, Fabula.  Dim ond ddoe y dechreuais ei ddarllen.  Fel darllenydd confensiynol, penderfynais i gychwyn gyda’r darn cyntaf yn y gyfrol, ‘Hydref yw’r gwanwyn’.  Mae iddo is-deitl, ffug-academaidd, ‘fabula, historia ac argumentum yn yr Ariannin’, sy’n eich […]

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Reading and silence

August 20, 2017 1 Comment
Reading and silence

I’m working my way, slowly – that seems the best way – through Sara Maitland’s A book of silence, and I’ve reached the part where she discusses the paradoxical relationship between reading and silence.  On the one hand, reading the way we do it today is a silent communion between writer and reader.  Silent, on […]

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‘The Llanboidy molecatcher’ gan James Lewis Walters

July 22, 2017 0 Comments
‘The Llanboidy molecatcher’ gan James Lewis Walters

Sylwais i ar y llun am y tro cyntaf llynedd. Ar y pryd roeddwn i’n chwilio am bethau eraill yn Amgueddfa Sir Gâr, yn hen Balas yr Esgob yn Abergwili. Hongiai’r llun yn swil, mewn lle anamlwg y tu ôl i ddrws. Ei destun eithriadol ac arddull medrus a ddenodd fy llygad gyntaf. Arhosodd y llun […]

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Henry Holiday’s Boojum

June 23, 2017 3 Comments
Henry Holiday’s Boojum

Martin Gardner, in his annotated edition of Lewis Carroll’s comic poem The hunting of the Snark, includes all of the wood engraved illustrations made by Henry Holiday for the first edition in 1876.  He also reproduces a drawing Holiday made for the book, but which never appeared – a picture of the Boojum, which makes […]

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Llygad crwtyn, llygad dyn: David Jones yn Rhos

May 14, 2017 0 Comments
Llygad crwtyn, llygad dyn: David Jones yn Rhos

Dair wythnos yn ôl cerddais i heibio i gapel bychan S. Trillo yn Llandrillo-yn-Rhos, heb sylweddoli mai’r llecyn hwn oedd y cyflwyniad cyntaf i Gymru i’r bardd a’r artist David Jones. Daw’r wybodaeth hon mewn llyfr mawr newydd gan Thomas Dilworth sy’n dilyn bywyd a gwaith David Jones.  Cymro oedd ei dad, Jim Jones, argraffydd […]

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Domenico Scarlatti and Basil Bunting

April 9, 2017 2 Comments
Domenico Scarlatti and Basil Bunting

Under his full wig he looks like a successful but no-nonsense, even grumpy eighteenth century aristocrat or businessman.  It would be hard to guess, if you didn’t know, that this is Domenico Scarlatti, the composer of the most inventive, quirky and joyful Baroque music ever written. Born in Naples in the same year as Bach […]

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The socialist submariner

March 19, 2017 0 Comments
The socialist submariner

My friend J. asked me the other day whether as a child I’d read stories set in schools.  I said I couldn’t recall reading any, despite being a greedy reader – unless you counted Tom Brown’s schooldays, a present from some well-intentioned aunt, which I found unreadable and never finished.  The only explanation I could […]

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Philip Gross’s ‘Betweenland’

March 6, 2017 0 Comments
Philip Gross’s ‘Betweenland’

A while ago, I can’t now remember where, I saw a relief map of Britain as it might be a few centuries from now.  Most of England was under water, though Wales and Scotland were largely intact.  The queues at the borders, it occurred to me, will be lengthy. Many people prefer to turn their […]

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Are angels real?

February 5, 2017 1 Comment
Are angels real?

Walking through Mumbles a few weeks ago I glanced up at the noticeboard on the Christadelphian ecclesia (Mount Zion Hall) advertising the topic for the next meeting.  Normally the wording takes the form of ‘What does the Bible say about x?’, where ‘x’ is a current concern, like adultery or climate change or the colour purple.  On […]

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Magnus Maximus, man and memory

November 21, 2016 0 Comments
Magnus Maximus, man and memory

Doing some research recently on the Roman fort and settlement of Segontium I found myself face to face with a Roman emperor, Magnus Maximus.  His story is interesting but not unusual.  Later memory of him, especially in his guise as Macsen Wledig, is singular. His face stares out of coins he had minted to cement […]

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