Planet

Newydd tanysgrifio i’r cylchgrawn Planet a derbynais rhifyn 148 y bore ’ma.

Llawn o stwff da, fel arfer: cyfweliad â’r arlunydd tirlun o Sir Benfro, Linda Norris; detholiadau o ‘waith ar droed’ Peter Finch, Cardiff Mix; dwy erthygl ar ‘ddadl y dyfodol’, un gan Ned Thomas ar sensoriaeth gweidyddol yn Ein Cynulliad Ni, a’r lleill gan Mike Parker, Saes a gyd-ysgrifenodd The Rough Guide to Wales ac sy’n neud pwynt da iawn, gwerth ei gofio:

Perhaps now that the general election is out of the way, and politicians are off the short lead, such a debate can continue in a more calm and sober manner. I’m not, however, optimistic about that, given the glaring limitations in media analysis both in Wales and beyond. The supreme irony here is that, being English, I have a much greater freedom to say these things than have Welsh politicians and commentators. While I could only be seen as a small-time ‘traitor’ to my own, the spectre of racism hangs over people like Seimon Glyn who are watching their culture haemorrhage and die. That, in itself, says much about how loaded the dice are, and in whose favour.

Blacktop

Yr oedd yr arddangosfa yn siomedig braidd – doedd y lluniau y y Tabernacl ddim cystal â rhain ar y wefan hon.

Roedd Machynlleth yn brysur iawn – oes ’na fwymwy o siopau ‘pethau del’ bach nag oedd ’na, neu ydw i’n dychmygu pethau?

Treuliais i dair awr yn llyfrgell Huw Owen, darllen hen gopiau Barn a Planet. Ond y peth gorau ffindais i oedd erthygl Sight and Sound o 1970 oedd yn sôn am fy hoff ffilm erioed, Two Lane Blacktop.

[Gol. 21/11/09 trwshio linc mewnol.]