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EWAN CAMERON picks out two fascinating music shows, fusing the Korean, and the Celtic, with the modern
Er cof am Gareth
by Hywel Griffiths
BENJAMIN POTHIER suggests that Palaeolithic cave paintings in Spain point to the ceremonial use of hallucinogenic flora
The bard confirms that the right has a humour bypass, and replays the English Revolution on period instruments
MARIA DUARTE and ANDY HEDGECOCK review Sunny Dancer, Tony, Songs of Forgotten Trees, and The End of Oak Street
JOHN GREEN relishes a powerful and moving drama that explores the lived realities of west London’s Punjabi community
MARTIN HALL welcomes a plea for greater compassion between believer and non-believer via the framework of philosophical enquiry
Ers duo’r Seren Fore
mae un llen drom yn ei lle;
llen rhyngom a’r ymgomiau,
eto yn mudo’r dramâu.
Erys llwyfan, a baner,
erys yr hwyl, erys her
i’n bythol anobeithio:
erys ei ewyllys o.
Ar y cwm mae geiriau’r co
yn aros, a disgleirio;
yn y dweud, onid ydyw,
y mae’r Seren Fore’n fyw.
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