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On Noise by David Higgins
I’ll tolerate the groan of earth, the crack of stone, the whispering of worms.
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Mike Parker’s Season Salon with Pamela Petro
A filmed conversation between Pamela Petro and Mike Parker, discussing hiraeth and belonging.
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Jeff Young in conversation with Horatio Clare
A conversation between Jeff Young and Horatio Clare, to celebrate the paperback publication of Ghost Town.
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Dead Man’s Lane by Georgina Gardner
Yet, people stood here once, posies with herbs and rose petals in hand.
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Unfamiliar Territories: Ken Worpole and Patrick Wright in conversation
A conversation between Ken Worpole and Patrick Wright at Swedenborg House, summer 2021.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Backwater Boy by Manoel de Barros (translated by Malcolm K McNee)
My grandpa courted the solitude.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: The Sea of Content by Kumari Tilakawardane
The ocean doesn’t care one iota about you, or your body, your mind, your problems or your poorly thought-out grudges.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Neighbours/Cymdogion by Marged Pendrell
New work, a flotilla of boats constructed from the natural minerals of Snowdonia.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Vanish by Kathy Miles
Maps are useless now, in a world of blinded
signs. Mountains pull up roots, drift away
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: The Home Path by Jane Brox
There is a lot for me to love in this town along a harder, colder coast.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Escaping Ophelia by Richard Taylor
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Last Gilt by Menna Elfyn
In her spell on the air, on a wing, fierce rain.
Breath soared over clouds, crossing time as in heaven
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