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Showing posts with label Celtic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celtic. Show all posts

Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Shadow of Ireland over the American Catholic Church Cuid a hAon



The Shadow of Ireland over the American Catholic Church, Part I

I’ve read a lot on Irish history, and one can indeed look at it as James Joyce did, as a “nightmare from which I’m trying to awake.” But then I'm also an Irish speaker, unlike that lout, so I'm always quick to point out one could say the opposite, and argue that a small country next to a massively bigger one, and that was repeated invaded, smashed, raped, used as a “cash cow” and cheap food source for 800 years or so, yet was able to come back and get freedom from most of its territory – that seeing Irish history that way is to understand that it was not a nightmare, but a miracle.

Ireland beat the odds – up to a point. Scotland didn’t. It’s still attached, and Wales never got free. Yet Wales has the largest Celtic language-speaking population of all the ‘Celtic” countries, and Scotland, well, I’ve been there often but mostly to the West. Sad thing about Scotland was it could have been Europe’s Singapore. Instead it is a “Socialist Satrapy”. Ireland, too, could have been Europe’s Singapore, but after 800 years of fighting for their freedom, they turned around and surrendered entirely – but not to “Mother England” but rather to “Europe”, an amorphous something or other that seems to loathe itself and wants to transform itself in “Eurostan”.

Yet for their small size, Ireland and Scotland actually have had relatively influential historical effects on a wide range of things. Descendants of both countries make up significant elements of the populations of the U.S., Canada, and Australia and New Zealand. Adam Smith, the moral philosopher remembered for his Capitalism teachings, and that complete idiot “La Bon David” Hume who denied causation and devastated modern philosophy (good or bad or merely whimsical, that’s quite an achievement).

Ireland produced Edmund Burke, who greatly affected what is called “conservative” in the American and English political world. It was Edmund who gave compassion and sanity to the ideas of that old devil John Locke, the founder of what in America is called Libertarian political philosophy. (Tom Jefferson, the "Deist" or "Atheist Waiting for Darwin" was Locks' most famous pupil – and that's fitting because Johnny wanted to get rich via the slave trade and Tom actually owned slaves, so, "soul brothers", as it were.)

“Conservatives" since Burke, I think, are pulled between the Libertarian extremes of Locke and the calm sanity of Burke. It’s been said that Locke was an amazing philosopher, for despite being completely wrong in his theory of knowledge and most everything else, his teachings have had the greatest effect on modern life of any one (more or less) "modern" philosopher. To the extent that is true, Burke was right in his ideas and his effects are more subtle, but one hopes more long lasting.

In any event, modern Ireland, had it managed to return to its native language, Irish, would have stood along side of Poland and Hungary (and others such as the Baltic countries, Finland included, and some of the Balkan ones) as a significant contributor to national identity. Instead, most of what the Free State (from 1922 to De Valera in the ‘30s, and then the “Republic” – always just called “the State” – from post-World War II to Ireland’s submission to the EU) did for the language was to try to kill it. It’s a long, utterly miserable and wretched story that I’ll bypass for now.

Yet one profoundly important “cultural” effect the Irish had was on Catholicism. And we can definitely trace the shallow, soulless Catholicism of so much of the U.S. Church and the Church in Ireland itself (and in Scotland, where most of the Catholics were of Irish descent) much of England (excepting the “old English” Catholic roots that never quite died out) and of course Australian and NZ.

What was it about Irish Catholicism that was so debilitating for the Faith?

See Part II.

An Préachán

Monday, May 1, 2017

Is maith an scáthán súil charad.

Is maith an scáthán súil charad. A friend's eye is a good mirror.

That's the idea of this blog: to share, as a mirror does, a few things here and there, topical or not. I'll focus mainly on the Irish language and what's left of the Celtic world, and also what's left of the Historical Church (mainly the Catholic one, which has had so close an interaction with the Celtic world), and in general anything that is of moment, as a friend would.

Obviously, postings might get a bit melancholy.

I've taught the Irish language as a hobby off and on for years while pursuing a writing and editing career in the U.S., (never becoming Januarius MacGahan, alas) till hearing loss made teaching language rather difficult. Then I went and worked in Ireland for a year, in an Irish-language bookstore in in the lovely town of Bray south of Dublin, eventually marrying a Hungarian lady, a linguist herself. So, such has been my fate.

As for the rest of what this blog contains, I've argued, debated, studied, and wrote about history, philosophy, and theology, both Christian (all sorts) and Muslim, as well as the old Celtic paganism – the latter of which we really don't know much about, whatever modern pagans say. That's because they hoarded their secrets, their spiritual treasures, and the only thing they shared were the great Celtic stories, their own Holy Writ. We have a good few of those still, but most were lost. So much lost. In any event, they had a "closed shop". You had to be in the right family line to be a druid or filid, the high poets. If it wasn't "in your blood" you didn't count. Just like in Appalachia today, it was not a matter of who you were, per se, but who you are related to.

As for politics, I'm pretty much a Stuart Royalist. A friend of mine, a Dominican priest, used to call himself that, and I took it up. Imagine my surprise that I found it basically true. I've always been a Traditionalist, admiring and missing what went before that seemed good, and brooding its loss. Readily, I must admit that Progress in science and technology great, but our problem with it is we seem without a moral anchor. Our technology gives us opportunities like this blog, unheard of even 20 years ago or so. But technology might also blow us all up, or turn us into computers, androids, or finish us off with a "white plague". It's just a roll of the dice, seemingly.

My favorite political thinker is Edmund Burke (whom I'm sure spoke Irish from childhood, but I've not proven that yet). G. K. Chesterton remains a major force in my life, and I hope to have an essay or two on "Distributism". (I actually began reading him before I began that well-known Ulsterman C.S. "Jack" Lewis.) As most of the Irish language enthusiasts in Ireland and the U.S. today are on the Left side of the political spectrum, I've not made too many close friends among 'em. Whether their being somewhat on the Left is good or bad in itself, it has meant there's not much "marketing" of Irish, and the language remains a "boutique" interest. But that question's about ten essays in itself.

In this blog, however, it's not to whom you are related that counts, but what your interests are. And also of first importance, besides being a mirror, the basic operating principle here is Socrates' saying, "The unexamined life is not worth living." Now, of course, over the years, believe me, I've learned that attitude goes against the normal human grain, which seeks for certainties, whether Left, Right, or Middle. They don't like their gods questioned. And I've got the strong feeling Socrates would meet the same fate today as he did back then.

Yet here, everything is open, on the table, reflected, as in a mirror, back to oneself and out to the world, the world of whoever, whenever, whether in English, or Irish, Hungarian (I'm living the Magyarország at the moment, and though my Magyar is helpless, I've go leor family and friends here who are fluent).

I pray the site may it be of service to someone. And to that someone I dedicate it.

An Préachán