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scriveners WRITERS IN ABERGAVENNY |
Basil Griffiths was born
at Cardiff in 1932. Following RAF service he spent thirty years as a member of
the South Wales Constabulary and during the 1970's and early 80's was the
National Vice Chairman of the Police Federation of England and Wales and General
Secretary of the Inspectors' Central Committee of that organisation. In these
capacities he appeared as spokesman on numerous television and radio, news and
discussion programmes.
Subsequent to his retirement in 1982 he
became a writer of feature articles, short stories and poetry; his work
appearing variously in publications including Planet, New Welsh Review,
Roundyhouse, Salisbuty Review, Country Quest, Western Mail etc. His work has
also appeared in journals in San Francisco ( Haight Ashbury Literary Journal
) New York ( Medicinal Purposes) and in N.E.India ( NEHU
Magazine ). His poetry has been included in numerous anthologies which
include Black Harvest, Private People and Over Milk Wood; he has
also read his work on Manhatten Cable Television and on Irish Radio. A
collection of his work has been published by Stonebridge and titled '
My Residual Nation '.
He was also a member of the performance
poetry group 'Salem' taking part in readings in England, Wales, Ireland
and the United States. As such his work is included in the publication
This is...........Salem (Stonebridge)
and also on a CD of that name. His own CD of stories titled Wild Tales from
Wales is also available.
Griffiths is listed by the Welsh Academy
within the ' Writers on Tour scheme'. He now lives near Llantrisant in South
wales.
| ..............................................FREE
FROM WEEPING. ..........................................For Kynpham who showed it to me ( Free From Weeping is the name of a village
in the Ri Khasi, N.E. India. The Khasi people were the subject of a sustained
Welsh Mission & as a result there are today a half million Khasi Presbyterians
singing Welsh hymn tunes in chapels cloned from those in Wales. In Khasi
mythology the moon attempted to rape his sister, the sun, who fled and hid in a
cave. She was persuaded to emerge from hiding by a cockerel regarded as a result
as sacred. ) |
| ....Below
the terrible drop At the gorge's floor It is free from weeping For an incestuous moon
Or redcoats pursuing
archers And those Cymro
Stopping the music
While the people
As uncaring waves
It is, free from weeping.
......More
on the Ri Khasi |