Unseen Places: Exploring ‘Hidden’ Topography in a Historic Upland Landscape

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LOCATION: Black Mountains, South Wales WORDS: Eddie Procter Transcript of a talk given at the Tertulia: Radical Pastoral event on 13th September 2015 at the Arnolfini, Bristol. In Museum Without Walls, Jonathan Meades contends that “We are surrounded by the

Election Night in Aberystwyth with Niall Griffiths

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LOCATION: West Wales WORDS: Gary Budden  ‘It’s hard to paraphrase; if I could paraphrase all this stuff then I wouldn’t have been arsed to write a whole book about it.’ It’s Election Day 2015, and I’m feeling oddly hopeful that something,

The Valley Works: Mendelssohn, Mustard Gas and Memory


LOCATION: Flintshire, North Wales WORDS: Bobby Seal “The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.”  Charles Kingsley – The Water-Babies We followed the river upstream, pressing on

Welsh Folk Music by Fernhill: Where Geography & Calendars Collide

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LOCATION: Swansea MUSIC: ‘Amser’ by Fernhill Inside. Outside. Byth (Ever. Never). Tock Tick. A collision between mechanical time, seasonal time, life time, generational time, cultural time, poetic time, no time < particles of eternal love… Fernhill’s guitarist Ceri Rhys Matthews

Unseen Beacons – Photography by Matt Botwood

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LOCATION: Brecon Beacons, Wales WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHS: Matt Botwood In this ongoing project I am trying to capture views of the Brecon Beacons that are edited out of most landscape imagery, and show more of the everyday life that goes on

Kemper Norton’s Loor & the Thing that Is Coming Up My Stairs

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WORDS: Gareth E. Rees  LOCATION: Cornwall, Sussex, Wales, Unnamed Cities Night time. I’m at my computer, listening to Kemper Norton’s new album, Loor. Loor is Cornish for moon. There’s no moon on the coast of East Sussex tonight. Not from my window,

The Lowland Hundred

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By The Lowland Hundred [Exotic Pylon, 2014] LOCATION: West Wales A howl of wind and drone. Thunder rumbles. Birdsong mangled in a slew of dragged chains and steel jaws. Suddenly, piano. A tremelo voice singing: “On a south facing slope, hill