June 23 St. John’s Eve

Tonight used to be the night of bonfires and the toasting of ale and the singing of songs. I don’t recall any remnants of it from my childhood, maybe more of a British thing. It’s too bad that many of the customs derived from the Old Ones aren’t in play yet today. We’ve given up our community customs in favor of TV and video games. The children too, no “kick the can” or “hide and go seek” for their evening play. To go sit on the front porch after supper was one of the highlights of the day in the summertime. To watch the children play, to sip some lemonade, to see the fireflies—what simple joys.

As posted by Spirit of Old

“June 23rd, is St. John’s Eve, or as it is known in many parts of Ireland, Bonfire Night. It was traditionally marked by the construction of large fires throughout the countryside. These were lit at sundown and were the focal point of communal festivities. People gathered to dance and sing, while young men proved their bravery by leaping through the flames.

The night was also rich in folklore, much of it concerned with fertility. Prayers and rhymes were recited to ensure a plentiful harvest. Indeed, the fire itself was thought to have magical powers. Burning weeds in its flames would prevent arable fields from becoming overgrown, while scattering its ashes would guarantee the land’s fertility. Similarly parading through the fields with lighted branches from the bonfire would protect the crops from disease and pestilence. It was also deemed particularly lucky to bring the ashes home to light the kitchen hearth.

Although most of these customs are no longer practised, lighting St. John’s bonfires still takes places in many parts of Ireland (especially the west). It is hardly a coincidence that these fires are lit so close to the Summer Solstice and it suggests that the custom may have ancient roots.”

Loss

The Beauty Of Planet posted this poem. I thought it was worth posting. I also think it’s worth noting that it’s not death we’re dealing with, but loss. It isn’t that they’re dead, it’s that they stay dead.

YOU DON’T JUST LOSE SOMEONE ONCE
You lose them over and over,
sometimes in the same day.
When the loss, momentarily forgotten,
creeps up,
and attacks you from behind.
Fresh waves of grief as the realisation hits home,
they are gone.
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every time you open your eyes to a new dawn,
and as you awaken,
so does your memory,
so does the jolting bolt of lightning that rips into your heart,
they are gone.
Again.
Losing someone is a journey,
not a one-off.
There is no end to the loss,
there is only a learned skill on how to stay afloat,
when it washes over.
Be kind to those who are sailing this stormy sea,
they have a journey ahead of them,
and a daily shock to the system each time they realise,
they are gone,
Again.
You don’t just lose someone once,
you lose them every day,
for a lifetime.
Credit: Donna Ashworth

Anthony Hopkins

So here’s a great photo and a quote from the man. This was posted by History of Cinema on Facebook which is one of the sites that I follow. I thought it was worth a repost here. Cool photo, no? The words aren’t bad either.

“I know that I have less to live than I have lived.

I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating it, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.

I have no time for endless lectures on public laws – nothing will change. And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age. And there’s no time to battle the gray. I don’t attend meetings where egos are inflated and I can’t stand manipulators.

I am disturbed by envious people who try to vilify the most capable to grab their positions, talents and achievements.

I have too little time to discuss headlines – my soul is in a hurry.

Too few candies left in the box.

I’m interested in human people. People who laugh at their mistakes are those who are successful, who understand their calling and don’t hide from responsibility. Who defends human dignity and wants to be on the side of truth, justice, righteousness. This is what living is for.

I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of others. Who, through the blows of fate, was able to rise and maintain the softness of the soul.

Yes, I hustle, I hustle to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I’ll eat all the candy I have left – they’ll taste better than the ones I already ate.

My goal is to reach the end in harmony with myself, my loved ones and my conscience.

I thought I had two lives, but it turned out to be only one, and it needs to be lived with dignity.”

From the brilliant Anthony Hopkins and free interpretation of Mario de Andrade’s poem.

The Clowns of Us

Philo Thoughts posted this for us:

A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that’s just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it’s a joke.

~Søren Kierkegaard (Book: Either/Or https://amzn.to/3Mj3tab)

(Art: ‘Stańczyk’, 1862 by Jan Matejko)

I love the clown painting and the quote is so right on. There is a Netflix movie I watched a bit ago, but recent enough to be relevant. In it there was an occurrence (I believe a comet or space junk) that was to destroy the earth. The heroes could not convince anyone of the impending doom. At first, of course. But the twist in the plot is that even after convincing people, no one would act. So eventually the world was to end. Right then. With people going on about their everyday business. A very powerful and sad movie. We are now—if not headed for—our very own clown ending. Laughing all the way as we refuse to act.

About Our Freddy

Posted by Poetic Outlaws: Plato is boring. In reality, my distrust of Plato is fundamental. I find him so very much astray from all the deepest instincts of the Hellenes, so steeped in moral prejudices, so pre-existently Christian…

Plato is a coward in the face of reality—consequently, he takes refuge in the ideal.

— Nietzsche

I love this and had not heard it before. And, I love the word pre-existently! Isn’t that something? Plus, pre-existently Christian. What a concept. I don’t know that I agree, but that isn’t the point, is it. So anyway, this is indeed more about Nietzsche than Plato just as all writings are. As we write about others we reveal ourselves. Of course my love for the radicals, the outliers, the rebels is why I write and post as I do.

No credit was given for the plate above