Category Archives: Republic of Letters

Surprised by Faith: My Moroccan Odyssey ~ The Imaginative Conservative

Though I was officially enrolled at the University of Notre Dame, I spent the entire 1987-1988 school year—my sophomore year of college—at our sister school in Austria, the University of Innsbruck. I arrived in Austria in July of 1987, and I departed in July of 1988. During the academic year there, fall semester ended on the last day of January, and spring semester didn’t begin until March 1. A full month of exploration is just too close to heaven for a twenty-year-old. The possibilities seemed endless: a journey to the northern reaches of Scandinavia; a brave excursion into the mysterious depths of the Soviet Union; or a crossing into the old, palimpsest recesses of the Near East of the Roman empire.
— Read on theimaginativeconservative.org/2018/03/surprised-faith-bradley-birzer.html

International Talk Talk Day

In case you didn’t know, it’s International Talk Talk Day, April 5. To celebrate, listen to as much Talk Talk as possible. Mark Hollis might be gone from this earth, but his art endures and always will.

If you don’t own any Talk Talk, you’re in for a treat. I would give a lot to hear TT for the first time, again! You can order everyone of their studio albums from the best music store anywhere, Burning Shed.

https://burningshed.com/index.php?route=product/search&filter_name=Talk%20talk&filter_sub_category=true

April 5 lyrics (from COLOUR OF SPRING) by Mark Hollis:

Here she comes
Silent in her sound
Here she comes
Fresh upon the ground
Come gentle spring
Come at winter’s end
Gone is the pallor from a promise that’s nature’s gift
Waiting for the color of spring
Let me breathe
Let me breathe the color of spring
Here she comes
Laughter in her kiss
Here she comes
Shame upon her lips
Come wanton spring
Come for birth you live
Youth takes it’s bow before the summer the seasons bring
Waiting for the color of spring
Let me
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe

Two Tolkiens, One Better World | The American Conservative

Having already lost his mother and his father at a young age, Tolkien also lost two of his three closest friends during the war. Prior to that war, he and his three friends had dedicated themselves to sanctifying the world through poetry and literature. We had, Tolkien believed, “been granted some spark of fire—certainly as a body if not singly—that was destined to kindle a new light, or, what is the same thing, rekindle an old light in the world.” Given the depth of feeling Tolkien possessed toward his friends and the burdens of the Great War, there is no reason to underplay his words. By 1916, he had already begun his Elvish languages as well as his first stories for those languages, in addition to writing much poetic verse. “The greatness [of the four friends] I meant was that of a great instrument in God’s hands,” Tolkien wrote in 1916, as “a mover, a doer, even an achiever of great things, a beginner at the very least of large things.”
— Read on www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/two-tolkiens-one-better-world/

sean-fhacail (old sayings from the highlands)

  1. Fad beatha agus deagh shlàinte dhut! LENGTH OF LIFE AND GOOD HEALTH TO YOU! (COMMON SAYING) OFT REPEATED.\\

2) Fada bhon t-sùil fada bhon chridhe mura h-eil e dha-rìribh fìor ghràdh!
Far from the eye far from the heart unless it is your true love!

3) Is minig bha ‘n Donas daicheil!

Often the Devil and evil are well-dressed and aye bonnie!

“The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman” said King Lear III,4