A German mother and a Welsh father. Both dragging a weight of difference, translation and loss. What did they engender? This offspring of a search for origin, a self muted by that earthiest of mother-tongues.



Ursprungsland. Home, homeland, origin. longing for the (m)other country. longing for something which might never have been, an origin that never was. A connection to earth (the land in my blood, in my bones), earth underfoot. Earth in your mouth.

Here and there “the insidious pathos of personal memory” (Derrida J. Memoirs of the Blind; 8)

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