The Celtic sea /
Hither and come in my silver boat earrings and wild hair
Reading Tristan and iseult in the border worlds
The painted little gypsy wagon by these periwinkle seas
Our long journey back to where we came from
The woodcuts are framed of sirens and alknost
I too am replete with birdsong that will make you forget yourself
Time too will be a map from where we are standing to a dreamed of horizon
Beauty has its proportions and meets us where we will it
The sea is casting its lot round our fingers
We are diviners of all wild magic and all fertile creativity here
Like that boy I married before you, I see with my own eyes
No one will come for us now in the new world we made of our ingenuity
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sun 26th Mar 2023 17:37
Hello fitzroy h.
I’ve been thinking about your comment addressed to me on Mirabel’s post: The Celtic Sea.
I’ve never viewed “The Enlightenment” as a discrete event, merely as a period in what’s been a gradual process in our increasing understanding and response to the world around us.
And the “British Dark Ages”? So-called because historians (Roman / Greek? et al) had recorded relatively little about the time after the Romans upped sticks?
Also, I suspect that some British historians right up to recent centuries, seized on that description because it appeared to justify the ambitions of British imperialists as bringers of the so-called light of “civilisation”, for example, to the likes of “Darkest Africa”?