Image from Belfast Telegraph.
Click for more: ‘Unless there is a change of heart among our British friends, Brexit will become a reality, with all its negative consequences, in [October this year]. We on the continent haven’t had a change of heart. Our hearts are still open to you.’
Click to read: ‘Reflections on the Destiny of the British Race,’ new fiction published by New Writing: The International Journal for the Practice and Theory of Creative Writing, and available to read on site.
18th August: This deeply upsetting image was taken in Neath a few days ago. Wales Online reports that the householder has been arrested on a public order offence.
The contact form on my website does not produce much traffic, and what traffic it produces normally falls foul of my email account’s spam rules. But a little while ago, a stranger sent me the message which I quote in part below:
On my way to Bangor station I impulse-bought a copy of Reasoning in a charity shop, just for something to read on the train home. It turned out to be an astonishing bargain.
I'm sorry to say I'd never heard of you before, which is no surprise as I know little of literature and am, sorry to say, English to boot, but I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed and appreciated these remarkable stories. ‘His Thoughts’ particularly resonated as I'd just walked 320 miles to Bangor from my home in North Norfolk and am indeed having trouble processing my thoughts about this experience. Thank you for the stories and all good wishes.
Reasoning normally costs a little more than 50p. But it, and the two collections with which it forms a triad, are available by clicking on the images above.
7th August: This image was taken near Llangollen yesterday, and shows a graffito of Welsh cultural and political significance vandalised with swastikas.
The text means ‘Remember Tryweryn’, and refers to the village in the Tryweryn valley which was drowned by vote of parliament in 1960, the support of a majority of English MPs over-riding the unanimous opposition of MPs from Wales. Wales and Scotland, in the British union, lack the veto which Britain has in the European union, although the British parliament can veto any and every law passed in Edinburgh or Cardiff. Even if the UK is a voluntary association, that does not make it a fair one, and those who defend the internationalism of the EU are under no rational obligation to defend the UK also.
The defacement is apparently the latest of a string of hate crimes against Tryweryn memorials throughout Wales, against Welsh national politicians, and against those who speak the Welsh language in public places, which have become very common since the Brexit vote: the enemies of Welsh nationalists are the enemies of pro-Europeans also. And while pro-Europeans in the UK understandably fear the Celtic separatist movements, as ‘nationalistic’ and as a threat to good order, they should consider Gwynfor Evans’s argument in his book, Land of My Fathers, that the pacifists and scholars, those ‘warm, immortal men’, who seek to preserve persecuted cultures and build the tools of state for stateless nations, are among the most heroic opponents of fascism that we have.
Tryweryn, incidentally, was a turning point in Welsh politics. It led to the establishment of the Welsh Office in 1965, which eventually paved the way for devolution, while Gwynfor Evans, who most vociferously opposed the dam, became Plaid Cymru’s first MP in 1966.
Among the justified celebrations I see on social media, following the LibDems’ victory in Brycheiniog & Maesyfed, is a comment from a LibDem supporter attacking one of the parties that stood aside to help ensure this victory, Plaid Cymru, on the grounds that it was founded by Nazi sympathisers.
There is no truth in the claim. Richard Wyn Jones’s book, The Fascist Party in Wales?, finds no historical evidence for it at all except in the slurs directed against the party by its political rivals, of the same kind that the LibDems themselves suffer in the present day. And it is astonishing and disappointing to find that supporters of the party which aspires to lead an anti-Brexit alliance are still so ignorant of the history and values of those parties which are already working with it.
31st July: The other day, a pro-European forum that I am part of was vituperatively trolled by a Brexiteer, who insisted that to leave the EU with no deal would be ‘democracy in action’, and who included an account run in Anders Breivik’s honour among her Facebook friends.
If you voted for Brexit in 2016, I would beg you to consider the dangerous ugliness of the forces which are growing in your name. If you voted Remain, but believe that the referendum result should be ‘respected’, I would remind you that even those who accept the mass murder of children will not stop short of exploiting the democratic scruples of others when it suits them.
‘To imagine this: / a people at grips / with genesis / not apocalypse’ (Raymond Garlick, ‘Note on the Iliad’).
While the most worthless Prime Minister of modern times formed the most talentless cabinet of modern times, and the new home secretary was accused of breaking the ministerial code within two days of her appointment, All Under One Banner Cymru organised a march for Welsh independence in Caernarfon on 28th July.
The march followed declarations in favour of independence by community councils throughout Wales, and by Gwynedd County Council, by an admission from the First Minister of Wales that Welsh commitment to the UK may need to be reconsidered, by the resignation of Welsh MP, Guto Bebb, from the government, in response to its English nationalism, and by growing public support for independence as a necessary response to the threat of Brexit. It was followed by a new opinion poll showing Plaid Cymru in the lead in Welsh parliamentary elections, and by the acknowledgement from a Labour member of the Senedd that the desire for independence is a valid expression of self-determination and democracy, and from Mark Drakeford, First Minister of Wales, that Wales is economically viable as an independent state. The Welsh language movement and the Welsh independence movement express neither a hatred of England nor a Brexit-style supremacism, but a desire for the statehood which is necessary to preserve our heritage and present it to the world.
The entire UK screams ‘Get off me!’ Belgium phones the police.
23rd July: By a hilarious coincidence, the number of Conservative Party members who will have chosen the UK’s Prime Minister by noon today is in the same order as the number of people killed by Tory austerity.
10th July: Fellow citizens, please calm down. This is not a respected civil servant being forced to resign on the whim of a foreign power. It is merely a case of a much more powerful (and beneficent and wise) trading partner choosing, on your behalf, who is most capable of representing your interests to them. Your friends (and betters) over many years would never dream of sacking or appointing your ambassadors, but will merely be selecting the most appropriate, um, ‘Secretaries of State’ for the UK. If you’re very, very lucky, you might even get to watch them singing your national anthem.
Tucked between the pages of my copy of Diane Williams’s selected stories, and in the handwriting of a previous owner, a reading list containing stories by Chekhov, Maupassant, Daudet, Turgenev, Leonid Andreyev and Elizabeth Bowen, partly pictured above. One of the joys of writing short stories, along with the formal rewards and challenges, is the dedication and learning of a very small body of readers, who have tapped the roots of the form, and are aware of its global reach.
9th June: Today, I present two retellings of the fables of Iolo Morgannwg:
Those who flee from danger are quick to run into greater danger, and those who seek advancement are seldom aware of its cost. Hence two trout who saw the fisherman's net closing in took counsel with each other how to escape. One said, ‘I will dive down to the bottom of the river, and there I will hide in the filth and the gloom until the danger is passed.’ But the other said, ‘Your cowardice is not for me. I will make the leap onto dry land, and there I will live proud and free, without fear of the fisherman or his net.’ But as soon as he was on the riverbank he began to gasp for breath. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘that I had been content to hide in the sheltering cool like my friend: and I might have evaded the fisherman’s net forever.’ And so, flapping helplessly on the river bank, exposed to the light and air, the proud trout choked his last.
And the second:
A magpie saw how clumsily a wood pigeon was building her nest, and tried to help her by giving instructions, saying, ‘Put a twig here and a twig there, one twig this way and one twig that, and so your nest will be comfortable and strong.’
‘I know, oh! I know, oh! I know, oh!’ said the wood pigeon, but for all that he patiently tried to teach her, she ignored his advice, building as clumsily as before. Finally the magpie grew impatient with her. ‘You know,’ he told her in disgust, ‘but you don’t do.’ And away he went about his own affairs, while still the wood pigeon called out, ‘I know, oh! I know, oh! I know, oh!’ behind him.
An article from The Sunday Times. In many cases elderly, conservative, affluent, spoilt, hostile or patronising towards cultures not English, or so obsessed with their own reflections as to be oblivious to anything else, these people will never have the wit to imagine the quiet terror they instil in our hearts.
In thought experiments in Physics, a Boltzmann Brain is a brain-like structure complex enough to be self-aware, which could come into being through the random interactions of quantum particles in a universe vastly older than our own.
By the time a universe was old enough to have an even chance of giving rise to a Boltzmann Brain, its stars would have died, its average temperature would dropped to near absolute zero, and this single mind would find itself inhabiting a featureless and unchanging void. Such a quantum brain would lose no heat to the surrounding vacuum, and in a highly stable universe, could live for ever. It is far more likely that it would have the time to formulate one coherent thought before the quantum particles of which it was composed ceased to exist again.
According to a rather apologetic conductor, the reason there are not enough seats on the train is that the train does not have enough carriages. The ability to inspire ongoing enquiry is the mark of a truly great mind.
A passage from Alphonse Daudet’s Letters from my Windmill describes a visit to the poet, Frederic Mistral, who reads to him from his poem, Calendal, describing the mythical adventures of a Provençal fisherman, and written in ‘that beautiful Provençal language, more than three-fourths Latin, the language that queens once spoke and none but shepherds can now understand’:
That is the tale of Calendal; but Calendal matters but little. What there is above all in the poem is Provence; Provence of the sea, Provence of the mountain; with its history, legends, manners, customs, landscapes — a whole people, naïve and free, who have found their great poet before he dies. And now, line out your railways, plant those telegraph poles, drive the Provençal tongue from the schools! Provence will live eternally in Mireille and in Calendal.
The short story is available in its entirety, along with my favourite of his short stories, here. By the time of his death in 1897, Daudet’s novels, plays and short stories had made him one of France’s most highly regarded writers, while Mistral was awarded the Nobel Prize for his poetry in Provençal in 1904.
I went on holiday in Wales once. It was horrible. The moment I walked into the pub, everybody stopped beating their children.
30th April: #BrexitMeansFascism. Hence, a little less than a year after Rachel Sylvester writes in The Times (print. 12th June 2018) that an MP has been intimidated into voting against amendments to the Brexit deal by death threats sent by Brexiteers against his family, The Independent reports that houses displaying placards by pro-European parties in England are vandalised, with slogans such as ‘Traitor’ spray-painted on their walls.
I quote a tweet by Tim Walker, journalist as Mandrake for The Daily Telegraph, The Mail on Sunday and The New European: ‘One Tory MP to me: “We have no provision for an ageing population and Brexit is a device to help people accept that they’ll be left to die.”’
I quote Sean O’Faolain, in his book, The Short Story (1951), on the nature and the popularity of the form:
Yet, surely, the obvious distinctive element in the short story — distinguishing it from every other art — is its shortness: i.e., the fact that the writer has deliberately selected some special incident or character; and that there can, or should be, only one reason for this — because it is (to quote Maupassant again) ‘in good concordance with all the tendencies of his thought.’ In other words the short story is an emphatically personal exposition. What one searches for and what one enjoys in a short story is a special distillation of personality, a unique sensibility which has recognised and selected at once a subject that, above all other subjects, is of value to the writer’s temperament and to his alone — his counterpart, his perfect opportunity to project himself.
I read O’Faolain nearly twenty years ago, among a stack of similar books, while studying the short story. I remembered the impression it made on me, even while forgetting its content, and now I read the book again with the same surprised delight.
24th April: This is moving. Despite austerity, despite the indifference of the UK government, and despite its history of oppression, the Cornish government announces plans to continue the revival of Cornish as a language of state and a language of community.
Following the destruction of the Tryweryn mural, which the police are treating as a hate crime, the poet and editor Brett Evans’s poem, Graffiti, reflects on its restoration, on the sudden appearance of fifty similar murals across Wales, and on the determination of the people of Wales to remember and pass on their heritage.
16th April: If, yesterday evening, a linguist had announced that Breton, or Basque, or Provençal, would become extinct in France unless concerted action were taken to honour its speakers and nurture its use, would the French government take the view that these languages are a vital part of French heritage, and immediately move to protect them? Would private donors contribute a billion euros, and would the airways in the UK be filled with expressions of shock and grief? The nature of buildings is, first, that they can be destroyed, and second, that they can be rebuilt; but languages and cultures, once gone, are almost invariably gone forever. And the nature of people is that we seem more awed by our physical handiwork than by the things that lie closest to us, or that we carry within ourselves.
I awoke from uneasy dreams, in which a rather slick Head of Department explained to me that while all my current students had met the academic requirements for enrolment at the time, they were no longer needed by the forward-looking and successful institution that my university considered itself to be. Moreover, in my dream, my Head of Department explained to me that to save on the cost of additional assessments, it would lie with my students themselves to decide by weekly vote which of them was to be ejected from the course. In my dream I explained to my class that I was standing firm by my principles, and would never permit such barbarity in my classroom, even though my employers were preparing to dismiss me. It was then that I awoke, and after brief misgivings, felt profoundly grateful to live in a society which values human flourishing above all else, and would never be so cynical, or so naive, as to marketise its education system.
10th April: I cannot imagine for what valid reason these decent, principled parliamentarians and their staff should be subjected to such abuse, unless it is the work of some Thomas Mair-like figure, whose need of help has gone unmet. Otherwise, they are being abused for the same reason that Poles, Jews and Muslims are being abused: because they are not British nationalists, and because they are deemed foreign.
It is a truth universally acknowledged among science fiction filmmakers that faster-than-light travel is a more common invention than the nail clippers.
30th March: Pictured above are some of the million or more good-natured moaners and remarkably patriotic traitors converging on London on 23rd March in an attempt to stop Brexit and precipitate a People’s Vote, free from corruption and foreign interference, and with an electorate better informed on the benefits of remaining in the EU. Protesters from every nation in the UK, and camera crews from the UK and beyond: in the picture I am asked by a Dutch TV crew what I believe the EU has done for Wales, and why Wales should remain European. Image kindly supplied by a friend.
By contrast, I quote Barts on Twitter concerning the much smaller but more violent pro-Brexit rally last night: ‘Just got back from Parliament Square after being there about 20 minutes. It was horrible, a chanting football crowd, with an air of drunken menace, mostly unsmiling, tattooed men, Tommy Robinson ranting about Muslims. I didn’t belong there. At this precise moment I’d vote Remain.’
I also quote tweets by Rachel Wearmouth, a journalist for Huffington Post: ‘Now I’m home safe, I can tell you about the Stephen Yaxley-Lennon (Tommy Robinson) rally earlier. Guy behind says, “Hold a flag.” I politely declined. He then asked who I was and why I was there. I said, “Someone watching the speeches,” and reminded him it was a public place. Normally I’d say I was a journalist but was scared. He said, “You look left wing to me,” got his phone out and started filming my face from barely a metre away, repeatedly saying, “I’m going to find out who you are,” and “Just you watch.” ...Genuinely felt that if I’d admitted to being a journalist or somehow drew any more attention to myself someone would have hurt me.’
I was pondering the importance of blood in Christian iconography, even though, from what I have read, crucifixion does not cause much blood loss, and that if bleeding is what one is after, it would make more sense to deify someone who had died on the guillotine. I remembered the claim that Jesus instituted the Eucharist by telling his disciples to drink the bread of his flesh and the wine of his blood, before recalling what Geza Vermes tells us, that no first-century Galilean Jew would have uttered, or tolerated, such an appalling obscenity, and that our earliest description of the Last Supper comes from Paul, who admits that he was not present at the meal, and only knows what happened there because God told him. I recalled those nonconformist chapels whose moral timidity is such that instead of serving the Wine that represents the Blood, they serve the Blackcurrant Juice that represents the Wine, and then I realised that I was standing alone in a muddy field, muttering.
Fill in the captcha and click ‘I’m a human’? Why, certainly I’m a human. Sarah Connor, darling, I’m your mother.
Cartoon by Mumph for Y Cymro
‘It is no coincidence that the return of a fascist movement is accompanied by the call to make country x, y or z “great again.” It is the greatness of force, power, and the false promise of the return to an unattainable past. That greatness is the opposite of... the human capacity to transcend ourselves, to have imagination and empathy, to live in truth, create beauty, and do justice. This is the true greatness of honouring the dignity of every human being. This is what a democratic civilisation is all about.’
Rob Riemen, To Fight Against This Age: On Fascism and Humanism (London: W.W. Norton, 2018).
28th January: The Sunday Times reports that the UK government is considering the declaration of martial law after Brexit, with the power to impose curfews, travel bans, and confiscations, and with the use of soldiers to quell the food riots. Many of the Brexiteers I have attempted to reason with over the last few years would find the prospect of martial law rather gratifying.
Meanwhile, The Mirror and The Daily Mail describe a report compiled by national intelligence services and shown to EU leaders, including Theresa May, predicting that Brexit will leave the UK politically unstable for decades to come, with a resurgent far right and civil unrest, and with independence referendums in Scotland and Northern Ireland within eighteen months of departure.
Offended by the claim that Brexit is an English nationalist movement, and challenged to explain why else the Celtic nations have rejected it, my correspondent tells me that this is because the English are naturally more capable of leadership than the Scots and Welsh.
The logical end of Brexit: The Sun reports that leading Brexiteer and former UKIP leader, Diane James, has called for England to secede from the UK as the only way to ensure a hard Brexit.
I am the author of three short story collections. Reasoning and For His Warriors, originally published by Gwasg y Bwthyn, Caernarfon, with Welsh Books Council support, now join Prayer at the End in revised editions at Cockatrice Books. My anthology of fiction, Dangerous Asylums: Stories from Denbigh Mental Hospital Told by Leading Welsh Writers, including work by Gee and David Williams, Glenda Beagan, Carys Bray, Simon Thirsk and others, was published by the North Wales Mental Health Research Project, October 2016. I was a contributor with Nigel Jarrett, Rachel Trezise, Tristan Hughes and others to Brush with Fate, an anthology of Welsh fiction translated by Hala Salah Eldin. I am a member by election of the Welsh Academy.
I am the translator of Going South: The Stories of Richard Hughes Williams (Cockatrice, 2015), Hallowe’en in the Cwm: The Stories of Glasynys (Cockatrice, 2017), and A Book of Three Birds, the seventeenth-century classic by Morgan Llwyd (Cockatrice, 2017). In addition, I have translated fiction by D. Gwenallt Jones, Angharad Tomos, and Manon Steffan Ros.