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Vol. 6, No. 8 Aug. 1919

The fame of the Prime Minister

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fod, constituted as it is at present, will never realize that
when a prose style has been developed in Wales from a
concentration on the methods of Elis Wyn and the closely-
related manner of speech of the farmer and the cottager,
then, and then only, shall we hope to expect a literary
achievement that we boast of but do not possess. It is
lack of insight of this sort that makes the Eisteddfod such
a pathetic failure. It is ignorant of its own business. It
is ludicrously dead to artistic progress and development
in culture. It could teach a whole nation to spell correctly
in a week. And we cannot even spell correctly, let alone
write idiomatically. And we wonder why the Eisteddfod
does not produce masterpieces.
From this arises the further reproach that the Eisteddfod
sets no standards of tone and taste that create the atmos-
phere for all artistic development. The Eisteddfod has
no canons. Its judgments depend upon the idiosyncracies
of its casually-chosen adjudicators. It offers no advice.
It tenders no suggestions. It is not a university. It is
merely an examining body. It picks the best out of a
bundle and puts a ribbon in its coat. That is the extent
of the culture of the Eisteddfod. If the Eisteddfod were
in earnest over drama, it would explain the whole dramatic
art in one of its side-shows. It would show how to put
up stages, how to make scenery, how to learn simple pro-
duction, and the like. One can imagine the impetus such
an innovation would give to drama in a very short time.
If the Gorsedd were in earnest over poetry, it would issue
annual popular edicts on the art of poetry to all concerned.
If the Eisteddfod Association were in earnest over prose
and history and literary criticism, it would not be content
to allow the prize works to remain locked up in London
0 ble daethost ti fy lolo ?
Tecach wyt na breuddwyd bardd I
Pam gadewaist wlad goleuni
Tithau n geriwb bach mor hardd ?
Clywais gan yr engyl, mami,
Dlysed yw dy wallt modrwyog
Pwy ai rhoddodd ar dy ben ?
Fuost ti'n yspeilio tannau
Aur delynau engyl nen ?
Ym mhle cefaist las dy lygaid ?
Gad i'th fami ddirnad pie
Bys rhyw angel bach direidus
Paentiodd hwy a glas y ne
Caersws.
Am y serch oedd yn y byd,
Ac nid oeddwn fodlon yno
Rol i hwnnw fynd a mryd.
Naddo, mami, godre'r haulwen
Gydiais ar' fy nhaith i'r byd
Nis gollyngais nes disgynodd
Am fy mhen yn aur i gyd."
Nage, mami, dawnsio hefo
Clychau'r eos bum rhy fTri,
Nes i'r gwlith oedd yn eu calon
Redeg i fy Hygaid i."
offices at the bidding or the neglect of a suave and casual
dictator. If the Local Committee were in earnest over
its musical programme, it would seek the advice of great
musicians and not be content with the obvious limitations
of its own provincialism. With a lazy, effete, and be-
tinselled Gorsedd, with an undemocratic and spiritless
Eisteddfod Association, with a parochial Local Committee,
the Eisteddfod stands no chance of being anything but a
failure in the meaning of the spirit and the soul of
things.
The remedy is simple a thorough purge simpler
still, bring the people's institution back again into the
hands of the people. The most democratic festival in the
world is governed and controlled by caucuses that have
not even the merit of being successful. The Gorsedd is
a closed wit-less oligarchy. It must cease to have control
over the Eisteddfod. In its place something in the nature
of an open, worthy Academy of Letters should be estab-
lished. This academy should set down certain standards
of tone and taste, should develop and guide literary
consciousness, should co-ordinate music and drama and
verse, and above all it should have serious control over
the vagaries of all Local Committees in matters of style and
expression. Further, the Eisteddfod Association, having
degenerated into a one-man committee, must be forcibly
challenged to report progress and show reason why it
should not be abolished, and in its place must be estab-
lished a representative council of experts charged with the
business of the material and spiritual prosperity of the
Eisteddfod, and liable to be impeached every year for
neglect or betrayal of the nation's trust. The matter is
one for Eisteddfodwyr to decide.
IOLO.
a Onid yw dy fami'n ffol ?
Pwy fu'n lliwio'th ruddiau tyner ?
Ai y wawr wrth garu'r Hi,
A dy hudo i'r gyfrinach
Roddodd beth o'i gwrid i ti ?
Nage, mami, yn y gwanwyn,
Gwelais baentio blodau'r dydd,
Hoffais liw y rhos a mynais
Beth o honno ar fy ngrudd."
Dywcd eto beth yw'r miwsig
Sydd mor hudol yn dy lais ?
Ofna'th fam y bydd rhyw ddiwrnod
Boen o'i herwydd dan rhyw ais.
Cwrdd ehedydd wnes, mewn cwmwl,
Wedi blino'i hun yn Ian
Rhoddais innau f' adain iddo
Yn gyfnewid am ei gan."
0 fy nhrysor bach penfelyn,
Yn dy holi, tithau'n dympian
Eisieu cysgu, yn ei chol.
Rho dy ddwylaw imi, nghariad,
Crwydro wnawn hyd ddolydd hud
Cyd bydd gwaed ym mron dy fami,
Ni chaith siomi 'n serch y byd."
Awen Mona.
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