Thursday 26 November 2009

Brief History of Welsh Slate

A new Poet-in-Residence poem with something to say Brief History of Welsh Slate (Gwilym Williams) and a selection of poems by other poets may be found at the latest edition of Pulsar Poetry, now a quarterly webzine (you can go there via PiR's sidebar A-Z LINKS >>>).
There's high praise for Gwilym Williams' one and only poetry book Genteel Messages on the Pulsar Poetry website too. Click on the 'Book Reviews..' section.

[Normal service now resumed]

Sadly, I lost sight of Ernest (see post below). Yes, Hemingway it was that I was following in my imaginary first sentence of my imaginary mystery novel. If you guessed correctly what I was up to you can award yourself a gold star.

5 comments:

  1. Searched the site - found and really liked the haircut poem! Fugacious - there's a word to conjure with.

    Somehow I, too, seem to remember barbers who "made half-masticated noises / with [their] loose teeth". It must go with the territory.

    Re previous post. Is there a booby prize? I was totally mystified. :)

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  2. Amazing that you found that other poem Dominic, it's a looong way down the page!
    The poem Dominic refers to was published in a 2008 edition of Pulsar magazine. It was inspired after reading O Henry.
    The Hemingway riddle? Sorry, no prizes - booby or otherwise!

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  3. I should have said that there are rather mysteriously two poems called 'Haircut' and that mine's the lower down of the two - as the regular reader might well expect. The author's name Gwilym Williams is found below it.

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  4. One reason I couldn't find a your poem was because I'd misread the title! I thought it was Brief History of Welsh State. I was expecting something about Owain Glyndwr, etc.

    Now I've found it (the Slate poem) and I think it's brilliant. Really takes me back to clambering over ruins in places like the Moelwyns on a wet day.

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  5. Hi Dominic, glad that you liked it.
    There was a pub once, incredibly with 9 real ales, somewhere isolated up there. God knows who the customers were. The sheep perhaps?

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