Yikes. It made me pretty angry at the time, because I felt I had been polite. It seemed his problem was that he found me insufficiently deferential. Re-reading the question now, I remembered how edgy and irritable everyone was at that point in time, early in the Pandemic
On another note: the quote you shared (which I shared with you!) from Paddy Bushe's translation of the famous "Song of Amergin" (from the Lebor Gabala Erann, the Irish "Epic of Arrival", and made famous in English by Robert Graves's pleasing but very loose version in The White Goddess) was the subject of conversation among much else in my very first recorded podcast with Paddy himself who is a friend. It's in YouTube here, and on The Hollow Path channel on all the usual podcast places...
phew, this time "When was the last time you cooked for your mum?" punched me square in the heart. we've had a polite-but-distant relationship since my dad died (even more polite and distant than when he was alive) because there was a big fight with her and me and my brother about how the fuck to manage being a family without him, and i wonder when she'll ever let me cook for her again.
interested to hear about what kind of sermons you preach, if you've found an answer to that one.
Always more Tarot decks! And what you should do for your next birthday… or at least the next birthday when the United States isn’t a total shitshow… is come to New York and allow yourself to be feted.
I feel like this newsletter is it, though if anything I was more hellfire revivalist during lockdown on the Platform of the Damned, and more subtle and hopefully funnier here. I did link to one of my lockdown sermons inside that question, embedded in the essay 'Consider the Tardigrade'.
Yeah, cooking for your Mum... I sometimes say it's easy to make my Mum happy, you just have to cook for her: acts of service are her love language. I feel this statement is likely applicable to many Mums, who often serve others more than they are served themselves.
Yikes. It made me pretty angry at the time, because I felt I had been polite. It seemed his problem was that he found me insufficiently deferential. Re-reading the question now, I remembered how edgy and irritable everyone was at that point in time, early in the Pandemic
Brilliant stuff Rosie... As an intermittent but passionate journaller I identify with these reflections!
On another note: the quote you shared (which I shared with you!) from Paddy Bushe's translation of the famous "Song of Amergin" (from the Lebor Gabala Erann, the Irish "Epic of Arrival", and made famous in English by Robert Graves's pleasing but very loose version in The White Goddess) was the subject of conversation among much else in my very first recorded podcast with Paddy himself who is a friend. It's in YouTube here, and on The Hollow Path channel on all the usual podcast places...
https://youtu.be/gI16b26B3OY?si=0MnOfxm0uFQQkfQ9
Great, thanks-- I wasn't able to find a link for it, not for lack of trying!
Hmm...I need to work on my Search Engine Optimism or whatever... 🤔
amazing
phew, this time "When was the last time you cooked for your mum?" punched me square in the heart. we've had a polite-but-distant relationship since my dad died (even more polite and distant than when he was alive) because there was a big fight with her and me and my brother about how the fuck to manage being a family without him, and i wonder when she'll ever let me cook for her again.
interested to hear about what kind of sermons you preach, if you've found an answer to that one.
Always more Tarot decks! And what you should do for your next birthday… or at least the next birthday when the United States isn’t a total shitshow… is come to New York and allow yourself to be feted.
I feel like this newsletter is it, though if anything I was more hellfire revivalist during lockdown on the Platform of the Damned, and more subtle and hopefully funnier here. I did link to one of my lockdown sermons inside that question, embedded in the essay 'Consider the Tardigrade'.
Yeah, cooking for your Mum... I sometimes say it's easy to make my Mum happy, you just have to cook for her: acts of service are her love language. I feel this statement is likely applicable to many Mums, who often serve others more than they are served themselves.
Update: the Norwich peregrines just laid a second egg