Disaster story…

Exam did not go well. The last statement is characteristic Old English understatement (litotes). I know something, but that wasn’t useful.

Basically, the tutor sends round an e-mail saying that *all* of the texts will appear in the commentary section of the exam. By this, she meant the full amounts of a selection - not actually ALL. So I read this incorrectly, and issues result.

So, I need 3 translations and prepare 4, and 2 commentaries, and I prepare 3. I know them all. So basically, I am familiar with 6 texts really well, and a backup. I know 4 fluently. Out of 3 translations I am required to do, 1 text that I actually know shows up, and all the others were my commentary pieces, or ones I really didn’t know. So I decide to do the commentary pieces for translation (and of course, I’m not particularly closely familiar with the texts), and do my backup and one of the translation texts I know well for commentary.

In other words, 1 good commentary, 1 mediocre commentary, 1 good translation, 2 terrible ones. In other words, I am happy with the grand total of 40% of my exam. Which does not bode well for an MPhil application.

I am consequently upset, tired, and very uncharacteristically angry. I have not been ‘angry’ in a very, very long time.

I really wish I had not read that tutor’s e-mail - I suppose there’s nothing I can do now.

P.S. For future reference: When I am a lecturer, (and it is “when”), I shall clarify meanings at all times, and never use *all* when any ambiguity could be present. Thank you.

LolManuscripts!

The new craze amongst medievalists: well, two that I know of… Dr. Nokes over at Unlocked Wordhoard and Jennifer Lynn Jordan at Per Omnia Saecula.

Lol Manuscripts!

Ok, not strictly manuscripts, but absolutely wonderful nonetheless. I just had to show you a few of my favorites below.

P.S., A little shout out to Jennifer, who just is the new doctoral candidate at CUNY Grad Centre! Well done!
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Tonight’s news…

Tonight’s news has really delighted me, although delighted is probably the wrong word. To hear John Prescott acnowlege an eating disorder. It was a shock, and certainly striking, but finally, here is another attempt to remove the massive stigma surrounding eating disorders. For a British bulldog to admit to a ‘girly’ condition is a pleasure to hear.

This is a subject particularly close to my heart, as one of my dear friends is severely anorexic and has been so for many years. I remember one night switching on the TV and seeing her face, clenching at her skin believing so firmly that she was disgusting in every way. By that point, it had become part of her life, and I had always known that, but to see and hear her speak so openly about her condition, and her love for her condition, was strange and painful. Every day is a struggle for her, and despite having a degree in nutritional sciences, she is seen as ‘unsuitable’ and a bad role model, and is thus not allowed to practice.

I realise this is a stupid sentiment, but I just have such a desire to give all the hurt people on this planet a hug. I want to tell them it’s ok. I suppose everyone’s been broken at some point, but so many people hide it behind a facade of strength, and never let it slip.

Lately i’ve been living a bit of a medical nightmare, but am finally on medication which seems to be helping, and I finally have a diagnosis - which incidentally, most of me wants to ignore. The cracks have started to show, and I know that I can’t always pretend to be perfect. I’ve always had to be.

Slightly depressingly, I think John’s the same…

Literary Theory Trading Cards?!?!?!

Want to see something amusing? Thought so:

Literary Theory Trading Cards:

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More interesting things: Random Fact Generator…

Literary Theory and the Orange…

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“Upon seeing an orange…

Deconstruction asks… ‘If the orange peel and the flesh are both part of an “orange”,
are they not in fact one and the same thing?’

Ecocriticism asks… ‘How does this orange fit into the wider ecosystem?’

Feminist theory asks… ‘What possibilities are available to a woman who eats this orange?’

Formalism asks… ‘What shape and diameter is the orange?’

Marxist theory asks… ‘Who owns the orange?’

New Historicism asks… ‘How many oranges do people buy?’

Postcolonialism asks… ‘Who doesn’t own the orange?’

Psychoanalysis asks… ‘What does the orange remind us of?’

Reader-Response asks… ‘What does the orange taste like?’

Structuralism asks… ‘How are the orange peel and the flesh differentiated
into composite parts of the orange?’”

From here…

Macbeth Rap

Thought this was very clever… Enjoy!

Dancesport!

Completely seperate note, but I believe firmly that the world must be informed of my latest, slightly bizarre purchase:

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Fried of London’s Rio Professional ballroom / dancesport shoe. I am officially obsessed. My first pair of suede ballroom shoes, perfect for quickstepping and salsa!

I have found a wonderful dance club nearby, with the most beautiful sprung dance floor, which I shall soon be using! I am far too happy about a floor surface…

Examination dread…

I loathe examinations. For some reason, I forget absolutely everything I have learnt in the three steps towards an examination desk. And I currently have 3 exams, all of which are mildly horrible. One of which being particularly so.

I have done quite a bit of studying, and am actually rather pleased. I could have done more, but I would probably be insane by now if I had. Unfortunately, there is a lot more to do and which I probably won’t have time for.

On the other hand, the Oxford department libraries and the Bodlean are incredible, filled with books on what i’m studying. Ironically, the only exception to this rule is Old English, which seems limited to copies of the texts. Critical theory texts are in abundance - all over Oxford. In other words, I have to hike halfway out of town to find one, and then to the other side of town for another. Less useful.

I have Middleton and Jonson coming out of my ears.

It is, as I have recently discovered, possible to become utterly fed up with both of them. They were clever, witty, intellectual men, who wrote some wonderful plays. Unfortunately, those who have written about them are rather less clever, witty and (occasionally) intellectual, and are thus INCREDIBLY BORING. Oh, and they take great delight in repeating themselves and each other at great length, and eventually manage to remark in eloquent and often baffling terms about nothing in particular.

As a general comment on the study of literature: Why on earth are we force-fed such twaddle? Surely the beauty of these plays, or indeed any text, is in the sheer amount of possibility they contain? The potential for change, revolution, subversion, tears, joy and laughter. Is that not the essence of what we read?

Photobucket Meme…

Taken from this blog. Thank you for the procrastination!

I tag anyone who wishes to be tagged.

DIRECTIONS:
1. Go to http://www.photobucket.com/
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box.
3. Use only the first page.
4. Insert the picture into your Blog.

1. What is your relationship status?

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2. What is your current mood?

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3. Who is your favorite artist/band?

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4. What is your favorite movie?

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5. What kind of pet do you have?

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6. Where do you live?

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7. Where do you work?

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8. What do you look like?

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9. What do you drive?

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10. What did you do last night?

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11. What is your favorite TV show?

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12. Describe yourself.

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13. What are you doing today?

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14. What is your name?

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15. What is your favorite candy?

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16. What is your favorite drink?

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WW1 and Wilfred Owen’s Mental Cases…

I cannot believe that no-one has noticed, in any of the criticisms I have read on Wilfred Owen, the distinct difference between his first draft of ‘Mental Cases’, which can be seen at the Oxford Libraries, and the final version which has proliferated the web. I even searched for the text of the original, and absolutely NOTHING appeared. I am disappointed with the intellectual standard of the internet!

Thus, I must remedy the situation:

Mental Cases: May, 1918; Rippon, England

O darkness and smell of many deaths murmurs of deaths
O silence and ceasing of breaths

terrible tremble terror

O sorrow and horror of murdered
Of multitudinous murder

murder

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O darkness and murmurs of deaths
O silence and ceasing of many breaths
O terrible trembling of murdered men

the quick
sterile

O multitudinous murder!
O belching of blood from mouths

the lungs that loved laughter

made

O vomit of mud from the green

earth grown venemous

O spite of the earth that she

spawns dark diseases

new

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

O stalking and scorching of

shattering machine guns
deep

O bodies a buried in carcases
carcases bodies

and some writing some nothing

and

O carnage incomparable

Mental Cases: (date unclear)

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls’ tongues wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain, — but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hand palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?

— These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men’s extrication.

Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a bloodsmear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
— Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
— Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.

Personally, I get the sense that the first draft was written in rather more mental torment than the completed version. I can imagine him sitting in a white-sheeted bed, furiously writing down the images from a nightmare or recollection, and spring out in a near-biblical “O’ manner. It’s beautiful, in a rather frightening way.

UPDATE:

I discovered this when browsing the internet:

Goodness!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it… Oops. As usual.

Finally finished my application to Toronto, which will be submitted, clean and shiny, tomorrow. Unfortunately, the transcript has taken quite a bit longer than I would have wished, and thus may have to be sent separately. Silly university-administration-people! The courses i’ve picked sound amazing:


RLG245Y1

Religions of the Silk Road

LAT100Y1

Introductory Latin

SMC441Y1

Old and Middle Irish

FAH424H1

Studies in Medieval Book Illumination

SMC358H1

The Medieval Book

SMC406H1

Mediaeval Seminar II

ENG402H1

Special Studies in Old English Poetry

I only hope that i’ll be allowed onto the advanced courses, which is a mabye. I TRULY hope so! ALthough most of the course I have picked are 400 level and entry via tutor permission, so it’s quite likely i’ll be rejected from some of them.

To start off my year of travelling, i’m also planning a trip back to the Camino to Santiago de Compostela. I don’t really understand the draw, but something keeps pulling me back there. The sheer beauty and history of the place I suppose, and the rather bizarre routine of starting to hike in the dark at 5am, watching the sun rise and reaching a little village in time for the bakery and cafes to open. Wild horses, ancient legends, blisters, severe discomfort and the joy of being completely cut off from the technological world. Seriously, there is nothing more wonderful than coming to the realisation that one can only travel as quickly as one can walk. Every journey does not only begin, but continues with a single step. I don’t think that concept can truly be understood until there is nothing else to experience.

So, in an effort to learn from last time, during the exam revision breaks I have been researching rather bizarre items, and writing kit lists!

A nice hiking bag: Plasma 30, lightweight and designed for weekend hiking (even though i’m going for about a month and a half - but one doesn’t need 30l for a weekend!)

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A headtorch (no more rattling the in the bag at 5am!): Petzl E Lite, weighs next to nothing and is about the size of a tic-tac box.

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One set of shoes: Merrell Chameleon 2’s, with the slits in the side (hopefully fewer problems with heat and blisters).

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One bar of savon de marseilles: both for washing self and clothes - the ancient way of doing things, and far better than carrying soap and fabric wash, full of chemicals!

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A polar buff: for the cold mornings - had this for absolutely ages!

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There’s much more I need to dig out of the woodwork from last year and I am seriously trimming the things I took. No sleeping bag or mat, but rather two sleeping bag liners. Soap solution above, a lighter bag, lighter shoes, a lighter and better torch, and a slightly better first aid kit (which is desperately needed) with salt and bicarbonate of soda. There’s other stuff too, but i’ll post a proper list nearer the time! I’m also looking into getting a mini-post-exam-reward, in the form of a small music player of some sort to keep me occupied. World music was the one thing which, rather ironically, I missed badly in Spain. I found I didn’t care about phones, computers, books, or even hot showers, but the lack of music was quite a large void.

Must go, will post further tomorrow on the multitudionous adventures! xx

P.S. People are STILL finding my site via “Beowulf bed warmer”. I am still confused.

Fragmentation in WW1

Here comes the next essay, which I am starting one day into the holidays - aren’t I good! Well, actually, it’s an amazing essay which I have a really good idea for, although i’m not sure I can pull it off.

The question:

‘The sense of the gap in history that the war engendered became a commonplace in imaginative literature of the post-war years. Poets and novelists rendered it in images of radical emptiness – as a chasm, or an abyss, or an edge – or in images of fragmentation and ruin, all expressing a fracture on time and space that separated the present from the past… The gap in history had entered post-war consciousness as a truth about the modern world. (Samuel Hynes).

Discuss the validity of this comment with reference to at least two of the writers you have studied. 2000-2500.

I am planning on answering this via an imaginary soldier, opening the essay creating a metaphorical soldier that I spend the rest of the essay breaking apart - physically and metaphorically.

1. Physical malformity

- Physical

- Losing limbs, injury physically - physical restriction and fragmentation.

- Effects of this on home life
- Images of physically broken soldiers and limbs in the texts - both mention of lost limbs and emphasis on certain limbs.
- Reference to images of hands!

- Plastic surgery

- Reconstructions of faces - role of Project Facade.

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Fragmented uniform, broken faces, but patched up with images and words - very much what was happening - a catharsis in writing.
Catharsis of healing itself? Was physical healing viewed as catharsis, and thus all that was focussed on?

- Images of face as representative of identity.

- Identifying bodies via the face, replaced by identification via tags - a red and a green tag…
“Dog tag: all soldiers wear a dog tag on a cord around their neck for the identification of dead bodies. In World War 1, a dog tag consisted of one circular
red tag and one octagonal green tag, both made of a thick fibrous substance, rather like cardboard. The soldier’s name, regiment, number and religion
were stamped on both tags. The red tag was cut off and collected to count casualties, and the green tag was left on the body. The popular story during
WW1 was that the red tag was the same colour as blood, the green one was the colour of the grass which the body would be buried in

- Da Costa syndrome

- Psychology affecting the body, causing the heart to race.

- Neurasthenia, shellshock.
- Physical conditions of the trenches
- Physical conditions of returning home! Sense of difference.

FRAGMENTATION:
- Of self
- Of others
- Temporal displacement
- Spatial displacement
- Fragmented lives - sense of being unable to ‘live’, (e.g. returning to those who do not understand, returning injured (psychol. and physically), Project Facade.)

- A gap in history?

- A gap suggests a void, that nothing was being expressed. But much was being expressed - perhaps not in literature as there was a distinct gap,
but within the home, when men were unable to return to full functionality and women were forced to return to a repressed existence.
- It could be argued that there was a sense of emptiness left behind, however it is more a sense of chaos and precicely the opposite - a busyness.
The shell-shocked soldiers were not reacting to emptiness to to an abyss, but rather to an overstimulation, a sense that they are in a void of inaction
when their body is telling them to react.
- The soldiers who were physically broken were certainly in a void in that they were often unable to speak, drink or eat and were shunned by their
families and local communities as damaged goods. They were placed into a void outside of society. However, it is this inability to speak which is
most striking. Would they really have spoken had they had the chance?
- Such is the image of radical emptiness - the soldiers who had their faces disfigured were placed behind masks - they became the radical emptiness - there was nothing behind the mask.

In conclusion:

- Certainly a sense of a gap/void in history, and many soldiers experienced this on their return, hence the symptoms of shellshock and neurasthenia.
- Emptiness and ruin were certainly key traits of literature and art during this time.
- Indeed, the sense of a gap being a ‘truth about the modern world’ is also key to the development of both, particularly theories which look beyond a text to what is
unsaid.
- However, there was no gap, but rather intense physiality in all areas, even temporal displacement reflected physically on the bodies of soldiers, the writings in log books and diaries, and the developing comprehension of the world.

I think it’s time for tea!

What punctuation mark are you…?

Thank you, K.A. Laity, for the procrastination material!


You Are a Comma


You are open minded and extremely optimistic.
You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.

You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.
You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.

Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.
(But with so many competing interests, you friends do feel like you hardly have time for them.)

You excel in: Inspiring people

You get along best with: The Question Mark

Oh, and agreed - this is not a comma!

Dissertation concept…?

I realise that moving from snowdrops to this is rather disconcerting. I apologise. Walter Benjamin is far nearer the mark.

I cannot see how I would be allowed to do this as a dissertation in my department, much to my annoyance, but I am hoping to research and perhaps write something on it anyway.

As usual, despite feeling rather unwell, I attended an advanced modernism lecture series at university. I would never be able to come near to summarising how interesting those talks were - but I shall mention a few points that struck me as rather interesting.

Firstly, a selection of Picasso works, charting his development as an experimental artist. Concepts of modernisation, fragmentation, industrialism, the broken self, and the female form.

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The image fourth from the left seems particularly interesting, given its history and development. Originally, one of the characters was male, and the image was far less distorted. He was never happy with that painting. I personally love the first, third and final images in the selection. In the first image, the actual skin tone of the girl blends into the background, and only her striking clothing sets her apart from the wall. Also, her hands are severely posed, one seeming submissive and lowered, with a folded fan (repressed femininity), the other held in a strikingly dominant, forceful and arresting way, as though she is signaling or warning.

The second image seems clear from a distance, but when seen closely, the lady’s face has been strongly broken. I believe that this was a later development in the work. One eye is heavily slanted away from the viewer and her nose is heavily bent. Yet everything else in the image seems standard and relatively accurate. Only her body is fragmented.

The final image is almost completely fragmented, and cannot be viewed accurately from close by. Yet from a distance, the fragmentation actually reveals details, such as the man’s watch to his right side.

So anyway, from this, I started to think further about the representation of the female form in modernist art and literature. And then this image appeared:

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Man Ray’s Cadeux/Gift.
Here, the traditionally female, pre-industrial, domestic image of a fire iron has been completely undermined with spikes artificially implanted onto its base. Thus, this iron will not heat properly and will only tear the garments a woman tries to iron. Furthermore, whichever version is seen, from whichever angle, the form is equally rigid, unforgiving and pointed (excuse the pun). So, I start investigating other works by Man Ray, mostly to satisfy my own curiosity.
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Almost all of these images are heavily feminine, fetishised and eroticised. Yet in each of these images, the female form is either blurred, distorted or suggested, rather than directly revealed. As such, the woman becomes an object or event, rather than an individualised being. Indeed, I have refrained from including several images due to their violent and arguably pornographic subject matter. Yet most strikingly of all, when these women are represented as objects, they are not objects which exist for beauty’s sake, but rather for a use - the final two providing the clearest examples of a woman as a coat rack and cello respectively. There have also been some rather striking parodies of Man Ray’s work in recent years, namely with political undertones. I am led to consider how Man Ray would have thought of this work.

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Another interesting point raised in the lecture series was that of the masculinised female - the flapper fashions of the time encouraging both femininity and extreme masculine forms - perhaps something to explore further?
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I decided after the lecture to return home and research Dada on JSTOR to see if I could find the definition that was rather lacking in the lectures! I think such knowledge was assumed… Several articles later, I came across an article in the Woman’s Art Journal, vol. 22, entitled ‘Women in Dada’, and an even better article in ‘Art Journal, vol. 57′, entitled ‘Mama-Dada’, by Margaret Werth. Rather embarrassingly, I managed to read the first column before becoming distracted by the list of female contributors to the Dada movement, and soon ended up back on Google.

Thus, in a rather roundabout way, I came across Hannah Hoch, who specialised in photomontage as a political statement against Weimar Germany. I am not sure if this has already been pursued (more likely than not), but I believe that a study of techniques of photomontage within war literature could be fascinating. Interestingly, her most famous work - a collage of clips from newspapers of the time, is entitled ‘Cut with the Dada Kitchen Knife through the Last Weimar Beer-Belly Cultural Epoch in Germany’, again suggesting a link to the broken and politicised domestic space that the Dada movement arguably recognised.

This led me to the Baroness Else von Freytag-Loringhoven’s work, some of which can be read at the bottom of this page. Like many others, her work is intensely erotic - but why the obsession of both men and women with madness and the female form? Yet the Baroness’s work also has an element of spirituality and faith that is difficult to escape - yet direct reference to religion is often heavily negative in nature. Also, her literature reached beyond the written word, and into the particularly avant-garde sound, visual and street performance. Even the typeface of her books and writings was inkeeping with Dadaist ideas.

Finally, I was led to Djuna Barnes, a rather amazing character, who incidentally, was photographed several times by Man Ray, and her works, which I am now attempting to find in libraries - and thus far, am not succeeding in doing!

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A truly remarkable woman and journalist, who prided herself on erotic anarchy, chaos and whose writings stemmed heavily from her rather turbulent experiences as a child. She even insisted on being force-fed herself in order to comprehend and be able to write about the violence of such action with full understanding - I have linked her reflections on the experience above.

This is only one of several dissertation concepts - but i’m quite a fan of this one. Not sure who could oversee this, but it would certainly be fascinating to explore the role and writings of the female Dadaists, Surrealists and the development of the female image during this time.

Another essay: Walter Benjamin’s musings…

On being presented with another set of rather unappealing essay titles and eventually choosing Benjamin: I am now regretting my choice. Unfortunately, I have now done all the research for the question, and am consequently not about to brave another one!

But on an internet search for ‘walter benjamin aura literature’, I have turned up a rather wonderful blog post (Google Blog Search is my home), written by, you guessed it… a Parisian.

“What drugs taught Walter Benjamin”.

Apparently, Benjamin was ‘vigilantly experimental’. Not sure that I’d be able to reference that link in an essay though… Particularly with the last section of the web address being ‘philosopher-stoned-what-drugs-taught.html.’

The Mighty Snowdrop

According to The Independent, the love of a snowdrop is named galanthophilia and apparently, this passion is gaining great popularity. Throughout history, the humble little snowdrop has occupied the same place in English hearts as the tulip of 17th Century Netherlands. Snowdrops come in thousands of different varieties, their differences only clear on close study, this being due to ‘many of them [coming to the UK since] the 19th century; one wild species which came from Russia’s Crimea…was probably brought back by soldiers returning from the Crimean War.’

THeir survival, cultivation and spread has a great deal to do with the medieval Catholic Church, which viewed them as small symbols of purity and faith. ‘It is not hard to imagine how, on a typically gloomy February day in a medieval church that was fairly dark anyway, this must have provided a spectacle of brightness that left onlookers quite spellbound. It must have been the brightest moment, quite literally, of the whole year.’

But The Independent’s article fails to mention an even more crucial point: the snowdrop was more than a mere symbol of faith as it heralded the approach of spring and the end of winter - soon there would be more animals in the fields, more crops in the gardens and consequently, more food on the tables.

Valentines Day Approaches; history, society, culture.

I love Valentines Day. Whether in a relationship, or not as currently, the concept is still beautiful. A day on which you show your love for those around you who make your life special. As such, I send cards, a flower or a few chocolates to all my close friends. There isn’t often when one can show how much simple friendship matters. It is rather depressing at the moment to be surrounded by people in relationships, but I know that I haven’t found the right person yet, or haven’t been able to come close to the right person, and consequently, there is a part of me that hates all the lovey-dovey people surrounding me, particularly those who won’t shut up about it. But i’d rather be around those who do love each other, than experience no love at all.

There is always a sense of irony inherent in Valentines though - why can you only show your love on one day of the year? Why not all the time?

According to that oh-so-reliable-but-very-useful source named Wikipedia, ‘the feast of St. Valentine was first established in 496 by Pope Gelasius I, who included Valentine among those “… whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God.” As Gelasius implied, nothing was known, even then, about the lives of any of these martyrs.’ The best answer I could find is on this blog, written by Greg Prosch:

“The most common Valentine story –and the one I like best– goes something like this: In the latter part of the third century A.D. the Roman Emperor Claudius II was having trouble finding enough young men willing to join his army. The primary reason, he determined, was their desire to remain with their wives or to pursue a wife. Putting his creative genius to work he arrived at a solution which was to ban marriage. Valentine, a priest, was outraged because of the high view he had of marriage and because he greatly enjoyed performing marriage ceremonies. Therefore, he refused to comply with Claudius’ edict and was ultimately brought before Claudius for judgment. Legend has it that Claudius tried to get him to recant his faith, which Valentine refused to do, so he had him thrown into jail. Some legends talk about Valentine befriending the jailer’s daughter during his imprisonment and writing her a note signed “Love, your Valentine” shortly before his execution on February 14th.
Although we cannot be assured of the specific details surrounding the death of Valentine, we do know that his death as a martyr made an impression on the early church that propelled him into legend. Additionally, both a Roman catacomb and an ancient church have been found that were dedicated to him. However, it wasn’t until a couple centuries later that Valentine’s Day came into being. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius was looking to create a holiday to replace the pagan holiday of Lupercalia celebrated on February 15th. Depending on the specific culture, Lupercalia was set aside to honor Faunus (Pan), Lupercus, and later Juno. All of these pagan deities were associated with love and fertility and the practices that worshippers engaged in during observance of the holiday is what Gelasius was seeking to replace. It only seemed a natural fit to supplant the holiday with an observance of Saint Valentine’s martyrdom given his death’s relation to love and marriage. One practice involved a lottery where young men drew the names of women with whom they would then partner for the next year. Gelasius replaced this lottery with the practice of drawing the name of a saint whom they were then supposed to emulate for the year.

It wasn’t until the Middle Ages that observance of Valentine’s Day became popular and wide-spread. New customs began to be associated with the holiday. One custom was to have young men and women draw a name from a bowl. The person whose name was drawn would then become their Valentine for a week. Traditionally, the one drawing the name would wear a heart on their sleeve with the person’s name on it. Another custom was to carve a wooden love spoon and give it as a gift to someone express your feelings for them. In recent times we have seen a change in customs associated with Valentine’s Day. As with many other holidays, many of the new observances are largely driven by commercialism and clever advertising. “

This commercialism and advertising is even more ironic than I think Greg comments on in his post - the symbols of valentines; chocolates, cards, flowers all have several things in common. All those cheap chocolates are produced on (often) exploitive cocoa farms, those cards are (often) made from the cheapest paper possible from unsustainable sources and we are destroying our planet by producing symbols of our ‘eternal’ love. And all those roses? Many come from the poorest parts of Africa, countries such as Kenya, where civil war has destroyed countless lives. Thousands upon thousands of symbols of love are being created and shipped out of a country in the middle of deadly conflict. Shouldn’t we give them some metaphorical roses?

I don’t want cards, or flowers, or chocolates on Valentines Day. I simply hope that all the people I love are around me, and will stay safe and happy in the next year. So, I am not going to give any of these things this year - I am going to tell people how much they matter and give anyone who asks a big hug. I think that’s probably more important than anything else.

Amusements…

I feel rather sorry for the Friesian guy, and frankly, that’s a rather simple phrase to understand anyway… GRR! But still amusing!

Kalamazoo!

Kalamazoo has been announced, for all those interested! As ever, i’d love to go and won’t be able to. Boo hiss!

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