Looking good – Walls Muriau!
Leaves
Leaves
Leaving
Blown away
Staying
Falling
Leaf
Ache
Written by Jacob Ibrag She wants to feel excited when she sees him, to feel lost when he leaves. Otherwise, what’s the point of any of it? What’s the use of owning a heart if you can…
Source: Ache
Remnants
Dram rail
Remnant
Waste
Heaped
High on a mountain side
Message
Measuring the weight of clouds
He stands watching steam rise
From the boiling water of the open pan
He clasped his hands together
To catch a cloud of steam somehow
And it is moments like these
Men in their madness dream
Of measuring the weight of clouds
He stood his mouth wide and open
And tried to catch a cloud of steam
And it is at moments like this
That large bellied men scheme
To measure the weight of clouds.
A black blind eagle sat in a tree
Listening very carefully to the man
Standing above the boiling pan
This wise bird could clearly hear
Each movement the man made
To grasp and gather a cloud of steam
And it is at times like these
That earth becomes more dangerous.
The child lies on his back in the grass
On the mountains top
Watching clouds stream past
The effortless changing forms
And sees too the time ahead
When ice a mile thick
Will cover the land again
Men stand watching steam rise
From the boiling water of the open pan
And see nothing, hear nothing
Not even the sound of time
Breathing hot breathed
At the back of their necks
And it is at times like these
That earth becomes more dangerous.
Amazing lineup!
Red poets, young poets, emerging poets, Welsh poets and singers – The Valleys are on Fire – spread the word!
Rhondda Voices
Rhondda Voices is a participatory installation that seeks to challenge the subjective and objective viewpoint by merging conversational contributions with photographic views of the Rhondda valley.
Rhondda Voices (2016)
Photo print on fabric, 6 channel audio installation, duration 12 minutes
During the summer of 2016 nine people with connections to the Rhondda met on a bench with the artist and spoke about their Rhondda. The artwork forms a collective conversation of shared histories, coincidences and contradictions that make up the diverse views and landscape of the valley.
Contributors and bench location
Cynthia Lewis, Tyntyla Avenue, Ystrad
Ryan Danahar, Sandy Bank Road, Ystrad
Ann Davies, Brynheulog Terrace, Tylorstown
Ann Lord, Brynheulog Terrace, Tylorstown
Keith Rhodes, Brynheulog Terrace, Tylorstown
Rob Cullen, Glyncornel Lake, Llwynypia
Kirsty Parlour, Pleasant Terrace
Lisa Powell, Penryhs Road, Penrhys
James Clemas, Eisteddfa Road, Ystrad
SAMHAIN/THE GATHERING – On the Celtic Origins of Halloween
“……He was their god, the wizened Bent One with many glooms;
the people who believed in him over every harbour, the eternal Kingdom shall not betheirs.
For him ingloriously they slew their wretched firstborn with much weeping
and distress, to pour out their blood around the Bent One of the hill”.
FULL ARTICLE:
https://www.academia.edu/29430953/SAMHAIN_Some_Reflections_on_the_Celtic_Origins_of_Halloween
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saffron lane by Yasmin Musse
after we scratched filigree onto trees behind my mother’s house our wet fingernails needed a break i played at being the white lady from countryfile i trailed stolen periwinkles along my san…
Source: saffron lane by Yasmin Musse
Reach by Pamela Ireland Duffy
declarations treaties wars begin and end with words and in between the unspeakable lost for words fail me walls falling blind choking fingers reaching towards the light life reaching up through rui…
Source: Reach by Pamela Ireland Duffy
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