Archive for 2013
Llais tawel Dafydd Pritchard

Aderyn prin yw llyfr newydd gan y Prifardd Dafydd John Pritchard. Felly dylid croesawu ei gasgliad diweddaraf o gerddi, Lôn Fain (Barddas, 2013), yn frwd iawn. Ddaw ystyr llythrennol ‘Lôn Fain’ ddim yn eglur inni tan y tudalen olaf, ond mae’r bardd yn ein paratoi at y gerdd derfynol, ‘Wrth fedd fy mrawd’, trwy’r casgliad […]
John Fahey, American primitive?

Like many teenagers of the late 1960s I was first awakened to what would become my most treasured music by the late John Peel. His weekly programme Top Gear on Radio One was unmissable. It was almost the only place you could come across American musicians ignored by the mainstream (Peel had worked on a […]
The Library of Birmingham

The city of Birmingham is famous for reinventing itself. No sooner are buildings thrown up than plans are hatched to raze them and start again. A good case is the central library. The ‘old’ library, an inverted concrete pyramid of stupendous brutality opened in 1974, has been abandoned in favour of a brand new block […]
Wales Coast Path, day 8: Rhoose from St Donats

I’m back with C and J in the King George V Field, St Donats. The morning’s not as bright as the weather forecast promised, but there’s no wind, and it’s not cold. So off we march down the field to join the coast path, and turn east for Rhoose. We’re high above crumbly sandstone cliffs, […]
Introducing electronic legal deposit in the UK

One of the greatest of Lynne Brindley’s achievements during her twelve years in charge of the British Library was to remain steadfastly true to the Library’s aim, shared with the other UK copyright libraries, of extending the law of legal deposit to encompass publications in digital form. This article casts a retrospective and sometimes rueful […]
Emily Dickinson’s reticent volcano

It’s taken a long time for Emily Dickinson to come out. During her lifetime (1830-86) only ten of her roughly 1,800 extant poems were published, some of them without her knowledge. After her death her manuscripts lay disregarded by all but a few. It was not till 1955 that anything close to a complete edition […]
Knab Rock, summer 1996

In memoriam Evan Evans (1984-2013) 1 I walk down to the sea path – rust on horse chestnut leaves unprepared, this still day, to fall. 2 Fishing boats file across the bay – astern, black flags clear in the low afternoon light. 3 Crow, hands in pockets, scorns to hurry away – […]