Mari Lwyd

Illustration by Aidan Saunders

Illustration by Aidan Saunders

By Aidan Saunders. Edited by Geoff Coupland.

I was first introduced to the Mari Lwyd by artist Clive Hicks-Jenkins who recounted to me a tale of welsh life in the early 20th Century. His father told him, that when he was a boy in Newport, he would look outside his window, into the dark winters night, and espy sparks flashing from the ground as hobnailed boot-steps struck the flinted path as they approached his family home…. He remembered moments of fearful anticipation … of ... of who knows what? … and then SUDDENLY a horse skull pokes through the window ! … TERROR!

This was the Mari Lwyd (Grey Mare/Mary) a wassailing tradition from South Wales. To prepare for it, a sort of hobby horse is made. Tall enough to cover the whole of the body of the person carrying it, the lower portion, forming a body and tall neck, is fashioned from a ghostly white sheet. The head atop that body is usually a de-fleshed horse skull, but sometimes the facsimile of a horse skull is fashioned from straw and rags. It is ornamented with bright ribbons and bells. Between Christmas Day and New Years Eve, the Mari Lwyd ventures out into the darkened streets. It is accompanied by a group of men in motley and bizarre garb. This gang has a leader who is in his Sunday best, carrying a whip to keep the Mari Lwyd in check, as they go door to door singing songs and exchanging rhyming insults with homeowners who are try to repel the Mari Lwyd with their own songs and verses. This verbal conflict is called Pwnco and carries on until one of the mouthy combatants yield, if the Mari Lwyd wins this battle of wits, it is invited to eat cake and ale or is paid to leave. Journalist Mark Rees in his book ‘The A-Z of Curious Wales: Strange Stories Mysteries, Crimes and Eccentricities’ says

that on entry the Mari Lwyd would cause mischief in the house, chasing the girls and scaring the children, while the leader would try his best-or atleast pretend- to keep it under control until they received food and drink

The tradition can be traced back to 1800 and is thought to have Celtic roots as the horse was a symbol of fertility, virility and battle prowess as well as being an animal with the supposed ability to travel to the Otherworld (especially white or grey ones), Gandalf’s horse Shadowfax* comes to mind. Comparative leaps have also been made comparing the tradition of Pwnco with the veneration given by the Celts to intelligence and quick wittedness. Unfortunately there is no direct evidence which directly links the Mari Lwyd to pre-Christian Britain, but that doesn’t take away from this weird and wonderful tradition which has waned yet been kept alive in small communities in South Wales such as Llangynwyd and St.Fagans National Museum of History.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cymru Traditional black and white film of men in the village of Llangynwyd carrying out the tradition of the Mari Lwyd, BBC Wales program, Lolfa, 1966.

For more Mari Lwyd please check out the work of Clive Hicks Jenkins at :

http://www.hicks-jenkins.com/

and there is a podcast by Mark Rees which you can access through :

http://markreesonline.com/

*Other notable horses and horse deities from Myth are :

  1. Celtic Horse deity Epona/Rhiannon/Rigatona

  2. Odin’s 8 legged horse Sleipnir

  3. The winged horse Pegasus

  4. The Unicorn

  5. The Lone Rangers faithful steed Silver

**also available are evil horses such as Gytrash and the Kelpie who aren’t White or Grey but Black (apparently).

Don't try this at home (like they used to do!). The Christmas parlour game of Snap-Dragon

This post illustrates the, frankly, very hazardous Christmas (and in USA Halloween) parlour-game of SNAPDRAGON. The original description from over a century ago is quite unsurpassable in its humour and lyricism, so we are including a scan for your enjoyment, of the original entry from our attractively foxed copy of vol 2 of Chambers’ Book of Days.

Rubber-stamp SnapDragon print by ZEEL.

Rubber-stamp SnapDragon print by ZEEL.

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The ’ Book Of Days* is a fascinating resource for all those fascinated by folklore and strangenesses. It has been quoted by many a gazetteer over the decades since being first published in 1864 by Scottish author Robert Chambers.

Robert Chambers ~ Author and Publisher - 1803-1871 .  https://www.bulldozia.com/

Robert Chambers ~ Author and Publisher - 1803-1871 . https://www.bulldozia.com/

*Full title of Chambers magnum opus is- The Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection with the Calendar, Including Anecdote, Biography, & History, Curiosities of Literature and Oddities of Human Life and Character.

Romney Marsh Tales ~ Five Children and It.

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E.Nesbit

Author of “Five Children and It”.

This post is one of an occasional series relating to the Romney Marsh area, featuring stories and folkloric findings relating to ‘The Fifth Continent’ as it is affectionately known by the locals. Romney Marsh is an area of wetland, farmland that was long ago reclaimed from the sea, and shingle banks that straddles the border of English counties; East Sussex and Kent. The marsh is replete with atmospheric and distinct natural beauty, folklore and a rich history.

Above is an Illustration by GTP artist ZEEL of “Five Children and It” by author Edith Nesbit, who lived in the Marsh village of Dymchurch, and later a little hamlet known as Jesson in St Marys Bay.

Anyone who has visited areas of The Marsh like Lydd or even Dungeness for a holiday or day-trip will have an image in their minds eye of seas of shingle, that, a little further from the coastline, is topped with a layer of soil and a turf of hardy grasses. This is the exact landscape to be found in Nesbit’s ”Five Children and It”. The said children are playing in a gravel pit, where they discover an irascible “Psammead” or sand-fairy, who is able to grant them one wish per day. Each wish will only last til the end of the day, and (naturally) the wishes never work out quite as the children expect…

In terms of Folklore and Mythic content, this beloved book offers a humorous portrait of the life of the area at the time (circa 1900), contrasted with mythic/fantasy/historical figures like the Psammead, and the Phoenix (in the second book of this never-out-of-print trilogy, “The Phoenix and the Carpet”.

G.A.Coupland.

Find out more here- https://theromneymarsh.net/

Póvoa de Varzim - song, dance and coded sweaters in northern Portugal

By Eduarda Craviero.

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Having lived most of my life in the UK, it's easy to forget the rich history of the town of my birth, a town in northern Portugal that has nurtured generations of my family. This town, by the name of Póvoa De Varzim, is more accurately described as a coastal city that lies 30km north of Porto, indeed it has been all but consumed and is officially a part of Greater Porto. Póvoa De Varzim is known for its beaches and with a long nautical history, it was once northern Portugal’s most dominant port. Local folk culture abounds with tales of loved ones lost at sea and melancholic songs heavy with a unique feeling that can only be described with the word saudade*. The town lives and breathes folklore, and the fisher-people of the town have long supported each other with reminiscence upon the struggles of their ancestors. Struggles with fierce seas, keenly felt loss, hard times and lean times.

Povoa De Varzim location. Eduarda Craviero.

Povoa De Varzim location. Eduarda Craviero.

The origins of Povoa are fascinating and go back as far as 6000 years. Norman pirates invaded during the 11th Century (1015–1016) and there are traces still to be seen of a settlement that was founded by them called “Villa Euracini”. The name of the town itself is derived from Euracini, eventually over hundreds of years becoming Póvoa De Varzim. Povoa still carries elements of the Traditions introduced by those old Norman settlers in its strong cultural identity, including the towns unique proto-writing system, Siglas Poveiras. Marcas* which were used by the local fishermen to communicate and differentiate families in the days when not everyone could read or write using the Latin system. Today, these symbols can still be seen everywhere, including street signs and on the iconic fishermen’s jumpers!

Siglas Poveiras as they appear on traditional knitwear, and the family names they denote. Eduarda Craviero.

Siglas Poveiras as they appear on traditional knitwear, and the family names they denote. Eduarda Craviero.

CHULA

Sung at festivities and as a worksong, the most well-known genre of folk song from Povoa is ‘Chula’. Sung throughout the entirety of the Douro Litoral Province in Northern Portugal, Chula frequently features the Portuguese guitar and/or the viola Amarantina, accompanied by drums and the sound of a woman's screechy high-pitched voice.

Traditional musical instruments for Chula. Eduarda Craviero.

Traditional musical instruments for Chula. Eduarda Craviero.

 

One of the best-known songs from Povoa is, of course, naturally, about The Sea, The Sea anthropomorphised is a man, a lion, a companion, an enemy, a beast. As described in this song titled “O mar enrola na areia” (“The sea rolls on the sand”).

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A translated section of the lyrics:

Even the sea is married, ai!

Even the sea has a woman,

Married to the sand, ai!

He can see her when he wants

 

Even the sea is married, ai!

Even the sea has children,

Married to the sand, ai!

And its children are the fish


Oh sea you are a lion, ai!

Everything, you want to eat,

I don’t know how men can, ai!

Win against your waves

 

I heard the mermaid sing, ai!

In the middle of that sea,

So many ships get lost, ai!

To the sound of that song

— "O mar enrola na areia" Traditional song.

 

DANCING IN THE SAND

 But what is a song without the dance that goes with it? Folk dances are seen throughout Portugal... but only in Povoa do they dance barefoot!

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TIMES CHANGE, BUT WE ARE STILL POVIERO.

 As the old traditions from the town get forgotten and the number of fishermen decline, there is still a deep rooted pride which comes from being Poveiro*,  a love for the sea, and all of the stories within it. I love going back and dancing in the local parties to these old songs, because even though I don't live in Portugal anymore, I still feel like a fine Poveira!

Dancing. Eduarda Craviero

Dancing. Eduarda Craviero

Footnotes-

*Saudade -  An untranslatable Portuguese term that refers to the melancholic longing or yearning. A recurring theme in Portuguese and Brazilian literature, “saudade” refers to a sense of loneliness and incompleteness.

*Marcas - alternative name for Siglas Poveiras writing system.

*Póveiro - A person from Póvoa De Varzim.

 

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The Head and the Grail

Illustration by Aidan Saunders

Illustration by Aidan Saunders

Is it fair to say that we have all read or at least heard of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table? I don’t mean that to read this blog post you need to be an eminent Arthurian scholar. It will be erudition enough just to be aware that Arthurian legend is still alive as part of our mainstream entertainment. You may have seen from watching Disney’s ‘Sword and the Stone’, the BBC series ‘Merlin’ or Steven Spielberg’s ‘Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade’ Arthur and his Knights who have been immortalised, not by any Grail but through generations and generations retelling their story, echoing it through the ages so that Arthurian mythology is somewhat ubiquitous. We are all familiar with Arthur’s world, we know of his sword Excalibur, his kingdom of Camelot and perhaps be more familiar still with the Holy Grail, but what we may not be so familiar with is the ancient origins of these stories. Thanks to medieval writers such as Chretian de Troyes Arthur is known to us as not just a King but a champion of the Christian faith, but what if Arthur had much deeper roots and could arguably stem from an ancient Celtic people who worshipped severed heads? Arthurian legend is believed to have its roots in Welsh mythology, in particular a set of tales which were handed down through many generations through oral tradition and transcribed between the 12th and 13th centuries into what is now known as the Mabinogion. Arthur appears in five of the tales of the Mabinogion as well as narrative motifs and patterns which reoccur in Arthurian legend, as Jeffrey Gantz writes

motifs and patterns do recur: the hunter Arawns’s testing of Pwyll by offering his wife must have contributed to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, While Gorsedd Arbeth may well anticipate the Siege Perilous. And of course the Holy Grail undoubtedly owes much to the numerous vessels and platters in The Mabinogion’.

So what’s that got to do with worshipping severed heads? I hear you ask, well in a tale of the Mabinogion which is thought to be a primitive version of the Grail legend, a sacred brotherhood of heroes is formed,which may be the inception point for the idea of the ‘Knights of the Round Table’ an order called ‘The Assembly of the Wondrous Head’.

The Assembly of the Wondrous Head is a fraternity that appears in the second branch of the Mabinogion in the story of ‘Branwen daughter of Llyr’. This order was formed of the seven survivors of the quest to save Branwen from the cruel hands of the Irish king Mallolwch (pronounced Ma-thol-uke), a perilous expedition wherein the fighting forces of one hundred and fifty-four Welsh districts fall, three people die of a broken heart and the mighty giant King Bran is killed by a poison spear to the foot. With Bran’s dying breaths he ordered these noble seven men to decapitate him and embark on a journey with his still living, talking, feasting head and bury it at the White Hill (Tower Hill or St Pauls depending on who you ask) in London.

The great labour upon which this fraternity of survivors would embark, was a journey that would take over eighty years to accomplish and leave them all as young as they were when they first picked up Bran’s giant head.

‘Eighty years spent at Gwales and they could not remember having spent a happier or more  joyful time; never was it more tedious than when they first arrived, nor could any tell by looking at his companions that it had been so long…’ (Branwen) (Gantz,J. 1976, p.81)

 The tale of Branwen, like many other stories of the Mabinogion, is a tale which can be used as a looking glass to steal glimpses into Celtic culture and tradition, however unlike other stories in the Mabinogion; Branwen gives us a possible narrative insight into the world of Celtic head worship. The Celtic obsession and love of heads is evident in countless carvings, sculptures and shrines dedicated to them across the Celtic world like the giant stone head found in Msecke Zehrovice, (Czech Republic) and the shrines and temples found in Provence as described by Stuart Piggott in his book ‘Druids’

‘It’s threshold a re-used pillar, carved with stylised heads, and containing fifteen human skulls of adult men, some cut from dried bodies and some retaining the large iron nails with which they had been fixed to some wooden structure’. (Piggot,S. 1968, p.52)

The head was a holy object to the Celts and I think the tale of Branwen is a great example of a narrative that explores sacred attitudes towards the head and unlike historical accounts from the likes of ancient scholars such as Greek historian Diodorus Siculus (90BCE-30BCE), Roman historian Livy (59 BCE-17 ACE) or the stoic philosopher Posidonius (135 BCE- 51BCE) are the closest thing to a Celtic perspective of their own culture. So what does this tale tell us about Celtic attitudes towards the severed head? Well firstly the head of Bran in the tale is a magical object and like the wise whispering head of Mimir in Norse mythology [1] he is still ‘as good a companion as he ever was’ (Gantz,J. 1976, p.80) after his decapitation, this shows us that the Celts thought there is a power that resides in the head. Secondly as the Assembly of the Wondrous Head feast happily for Eighty years without aging a day, so we can perhaps assume that they are gifted with eternal youth by Bran. This could mean that the Celts thought that the power within the head could affect the world around it, further evidence of this can perhaps be seen when his head is finally buried as it protects Britain from foreign plagues.

‘For while the head was concealed no plague came across the sea to this island’ (Gantz,J. 1976, p.81).

‘The merriment of the Assembly’ Illustration from the book ‘Branwen: A Tale from the Mabiogion’ by Aidan Saunders

‘The merriment of the Assembly’ Illustration from the book ‘Branwen: A Tale from the Mabiogion’ by Aidan Saunders

The head makes the land and people prosper at the end of Branwen and the merriment of the Assembly contrasts greatly with the violence experienced throughout the tale pre-Bran’s decapitation. Bran also carries the moniker ‘Pierced Thighs’ which alludes to his infertility (as well as his inevitable death via spear) and is reminiscent of  the Fisher King of Arthurian Legend, as well as Peredur’s[2] uncle in later tales of the Mabinogion. The characters in these tales are maimed and their lands suffer for it, showing us a connection between Kings and natural order

This idea of a sympathetic relationship between the potency of the king and the fertility of the land is supported by Irish texts which hint that a king might be ritually married to the tutelary earth goddess of the tribe’ (Gantz,J. 1976,p18).

So does prosperity experienced after the decapitation indicate to us that the Celts believed it was natural and beneficial to worship heads? If we look further afield to Sophocles who explored the connection between leaders and their effects on nature, order and chaos in his play Oedipus Rex. In Oedipus the city of Thebes is ravaged by plague as punishment for the unwittingly unholy actions of the protagonist [3]. By sacrificing his eyes and living a life of exile, the land is naturally restored. In Branwen however we could argue that Bran’s sacrifice doesn’t merely restore natural order it elevates it by gifting life and vitality to his Assembly and acting as plague prevention. I think this shows that in Brans final state he has achieved a Celtic apotheosis, Bran is so called ‘Bran the Blessed’ and the events post decapitation are nothing short of miraculous, I think Brans head reveals an exaggerated perspective upon Celtic attitudes towards death and the power of the soul, which was believed to be indestructible (Piggot,S. 1968, p. 113).

The continued vitality of the ‘Assembly of the Wondrous Head’ reminds me of the Grail knight in ‘Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade’, who was kept alive for seven hundred years by the power of the Grail. This may seem like a ridiculous comparison, but it can be argued (and has been) that the early tales of the Mabinogion may be inspiration for French Arthurian writer Chretien de Troyes. Some tale structure and names seem tantalizingly similar and Chretien even admits that the finder of the Grail in Arthurian legend of Perceval, is a Welshman (Gantz,J. 1976, p.25) and shares a similar name to Peredur, a character of a remarkably similar story. As aforementioned the Mabinogion is strewn with examples of vessels which can lay claim as forerunners of the Grail in Arthurian myth, the magical bowl in Manawydan, the dead reviving cauldron in Branwen, other vessels occur in the tales of Peredur, Owein and Culhwch and Olwen. All have regenerative powers and all require an expedition to the otherworld or a foreign land to obtain. Bran’s head fulfils this criteria for potential grail inspiration and being a divine figure who is arguably sacrificed is perhaps more in keeping with the Christian idea of holy receptacle, central to the miraculous transubstantiation of common wine and bread into the actual flesh and blood of a divinity, one Jesus Christ.

Further evidence to support my ‘Head as Grail’ theory may be gleaned from the supposed inspiration of Perceval and the grail quest, Peredur. In the quest for the Holy Grail Perceval first fails to obtain the Grail due to not asking the Grail questions which are ‘what is the Grail?’ and ‘who does it serve?’ thereby failing to restore the maimed Fisher King to health and subsequently the land to fertility (Coghlan,R. 1996  p. 118), Peredur, in similar circumstances, doesn’t realise he should  ask any questions upon being confronted with a head on a platter and a sharpened spear dripping with blood. This results in the kingdom falling into chaos.

‘When you went to the court of the lame king and saw the squire carrying a sharpened spear, with a drop of blood running from the point to the lads fist like a waterfall, and other marvels as well, you asked neither their cause nor their meaning. Had you asked, the king would have been made well and the kingdom made peaceful’. (Gantz,J. 1976, p. 249)

 Is it possible that the severed head in Peredur is synonymous with the Grail in Perceval? Now I suppose there may be a creative leap by Chretian de Troyes allowing him to go from a severed head to a sacred drinking cup.But then again, if we look at what we know about Celtic practices perhaps we don’t have to leap too far. After all there is written evidence that the Celts used to turn the head, a vessel of the soul, into actual drinking vessels as witnessed by Livy who wrote

They cleaned out the head as is their custom and gilded the skull, which thereafter served them as a holy vessel to pour libations from and as a drinking cup for priests and temple attendants.’ (Green,M. 1996, p.54)

When thinking of the Grail, I would bet that most people see the Indiana Jones ‘Cup of Christ’, divine beaker of blood version. But as we know the Grail has deeper and more ancient roots than those of Christianity, we also know that Christianity has borrowed heavily from pre-Christian religions and myths. As Philip Freeman says in his book Celtic Mythology: Tales of Gods,Goddesses and Heroes : ‘The ancient themes of Celtic mythology were blended with Christian traditions’ so maybe the Grail of Christ is borrowed from an earlier holy vessel. Could you imagine a more holy vessel to those people who inhabited the world in the time of Branwen? A head of a King, giant and supposed son of the sea god Llyr! Could the fate of Bran’s head be one of cup transformation and later Christian utilisation?

Whether this was ever depicted in any iterations of the Bran myth, we cannot know as we don’t know the rendition of the story of Branwen heard by Chretien de Troyes. This tale, before being transcribed was passed down through the oral tradition for generations by a culturally decentralised Celtic people who perhaps didn’t record history that accurately

‘Celts, true to their escapist nature, tended to view history as what ought to have happened rather than as what actually did’ (Gantz,J. 1976, p.13).

The Celts probably had a thousand variations of this tale, and with each retelling exaggerated and aggrandised more and more to shock and entertain audiences. It is not such a stretch to think that in early renditions of the story Bran’s head gets turned into a cauldron. Perhaps Bran’s head and the resurrection cauldron also mentioned in the story is one and the same thing, but through multiple retellings were separated into different magical artefacts or maybe even changed by medieval writers to appeal more to their contemporary audiences.

Alas this is all conjecture and fantasy. One of the most alluring things about the Celts is that we know hardly anything for sure, most sources about the everyday lives of Celts are written through the perspectives of ancient Romans, Greeks or medieval monks, all of which portray their own bias. In the modern day we can only add our own perspectives and hypothesise upon questions posed to us by artefacts and texts, like doing a jigsaw in the dark. We can maybe feel the outline of the pieces but can never be sure if they connect. It is annoying that only one battered version of the Mabinogion lives on, making it impossible to compare renditions of these tales and gain different cultural insights into who wrote them and how much truth lay behind the fantastical hyperbole. The versions of the tales we can read now may be pale imitations of their true outspoken form. During transcription I am curious how many of these stories were left on the cutting room floor and if there was anything that connects the tales of the Mabinogion more cohesively? Doubtless there are hundreds of Celtic stories lost to the wind and although this may encapsulate the Celtic spirit, their absence is a black hole in world history and we should treat the loss as severely as the lost plays of Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides.

Like many lost treasures we will never know the true significance of the loss and will have to navigate around the dark matter using sources from history and any surviving contemporary texts to create a patchwork quilt of Celtic knowledge. Myth is integral to this as we can get an inside Celtic perspective and possibly glimpse at historical events masked by exaggeration and hyperbole. Robert Graves in his book ‘The Greek Myths’ writes : ‘It’s difficult to overestimate myths value in the study of early European history, religion and sociology’ and says that ‘True myth may be defined as reduction to narrative shorthand’ , If this is true then who knows what ancient historical events the Mabinogion is shining its light on from under its mystical veil. Was Bran actually just a king so great that he was to be immortalised forever as a giant? Did his tribe really fight in Ireland where there were so many warriors that each one slew in battle was immediately replaced by another as if the warriors had been resurrected, much like the Persian immortals of Thermopylae? Was the Bran who fell in battle, canonized by having his head turned into a sacred drinking vessel which would later be known as the cup of Christ? And if so is it buried under St Paul’s cathedral? there is only one way to find out Grail hunters! Grab your shovels.

So ends this branch of the mabinogi, about the blow struck at Branwen (one of the three unhappy blows of this island), about the Assembly of Bran, wherein the hosts of one hundred and fifty-four districts went to Ireland to avenge that blow, about the seven years feasting in Harddlech, about the singing of the Birds of Rhiannon and about the Assembly of the Head which lasted eighty years’ (Gantz, J. 1976, p82)

Footnotes

[1] Mimir ‘The Wise One’ is the guardian of memory according to Norse mythology. He has a well of wisdom at the bottom of the world tree Yggdrasil. After the Aesir (Norse pantheon) and Vanir wars, the rival forces exchanged warriors and chiefs, Mimir was sent to the Vanir to advise a newly appointed Chieftain. The Chieftain was wise when accompanied by Mimir but was indecisive in his absence, frustrated by the inconsistency of their new chieftain the Vanir took revenge, decapitated Mimir and send his head to the Aesir King Odin. Odin unabashed rubs Mimir’s head with herbs to prevent it rotting and chanted charms and incantations over it as he didn’t want Mimir’s knowledge and wisdom to be lost, Mimir’s head becomes reanimated and Odin speaks to him for advice.

[2] Peredur is the principal character from ‘Peredur Son of Evrawg’ in the Mabinogion, it is a tale that seems to mirror ‘Perceval, The Story of The Grail’ featuring familiar characters such as Arthur, his Knights and the Fisher King.

[3] Oedipus (Swollen-Foot) had his feet bound and was left on the side of a mountain because it was prophesised to King Laius of Thebes his father, that his son would be his death. Discovered by a Sheppard Oedipus is given to the King and Queen of Crete who are unable to have children and raise Oedipus as their own. As Oedipus grows older an oracle tells him he is fated to kill his father and sleep with his mother, mortified he flees Crete at once. Whilst walking on a road outside Thebes King Laius on horseback runs into Oedipus, thinking he is a vagabond he makes to whip Oedipus out of the way and Oedipus in turn throws Laius off his horse killing him instantly. Oedipus then defeats the Sphinx and is rewarded the kingdom of Thebes Oedipus and marries Jocasta…his mother.

 

Bibliography

Gantz,J.(1976) ‘The Mabinogion’. St Ives, Penguin.

 

Jones,D.(1937) ‘In Parenthesis’. London, Faber&Faber.

 

Handford,S.A.(1951) ‘Caesar,The Conquest of Gaul’.London, Penguin.

 

Piggot,S. (1968) ‘The Druids’. London, Thames and Hudson

 

Coghlan, R.(1996) The Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Arthurian Legend’.London, Claremont Books.

 

Green,M.(1996) ‘The Celtic World’. Abingdon, Routledge.

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Freeman,P (2017) ‘Celtic Mythology: Tales of Gods, Goddesses and Heroes’ New York, Oxford University Press

Papercut by Aidan Saunders

Papercut by Aidan Saunders

The Mouse’s Wedding

Illustration:- Celine Ka Wing Lau.

Illustration:- Celine Ka Wing Lau.

Illustrator Celine Ka Wing Lau tells us a story to celebrate Chinese New Year ~

 The Mouse’s Wedding is one of the most famous folk stories of China.

This is how the story goes~

Father Mouse wants the best for his daughter, so he wants to find her the best husband in the world. But the Daughter-Mouse is already in love with another mouse who is a regular working guy. She is Sad, she knows that her father will never let her marry a simple mouse.

Father Mouse proceeds to search, and eventually he finds a most suitable suitor; The Sun.

But the Sun disagrees. He doesn’t think he is that powerful, as he can easily be covered up by a cloud.

Father Mouse decides to ask The Cloud instead, but Cloud points out that it can do nothing when it comes to wind blowing him from place to place.

Father Mouse then asks The Wind, but The Wind says that as it blows along, it can easily be blocked by a wall. 

Likewise Father Mouse go to find The Wall, who says in turn, that it can do nothing to prevent a mouse from nibbling away at it.

Finally after all this rushing around, Father Mouse sits down and wipes his brow with a handkerchief. After some thought, he arrives at to a conclusion. He realises that the mouse that he thought weak and simple actually turns out to be the strongest of them all.

So Father Mouse twirls his long whiskers and sets to work, organising a lavish wedding.

The happy daughter is carried to her wedding in a traditional palanquin. A flag bearer walks ahead to proclaim the happy occasion to the townsfolk. She is married to her beloved, and lovebirds kiss in in the sky above.

They prosper and produce nests of cute baby mice.

The End.

I read it this story when I was little, and the more I revisit the story the more I’m in awe. The simplicity of the storytelling delivers a meaningful and tasteful story which children can understand and adults are still able to enjoy. 

I have illustrated this work in imitation of the traditional paper cutting style. Chinese paper cuts are traditionally presented in red paper, as red is associated with festivities and happiness in Chinese culture.

Normally paper-cutting artwork is used on festivals like New Year, weddings and the birth of a child. Some will be used as part of religious rituals. Paper cuts always symbolise luck and happiness.

Therefore I think it would be a perfect way to deliver my illustration of The Mouse’s Wedding, representing the joyfulness of the Mouses Daughter, and that she can finally have a lovely ending with the mouse that she loved.

CLKW, Hong Kong.

If you want to see more Celine illustrations, you can check her out at these sites-

https://celinelkw.com/?fbclid=IwAR3jBMuMrAAz3bb7_J91q-hkWXTUy6SUhWCAHpHBaCoGy7gigC8K3Wfs7KA

https://theaoi.com/folios/celinelkw/

POOPING LOG BEATS SANTA? A report from Catalonia.

Fig.1- ‘Tió de Nadal’.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.1- ‘Tió de Nadal’.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.2- Tió fan Charlotte and friend.Photo copyright S.Bellan.

Fig.2- Tió fan Charlotte and friend.

Photo copyright S.Bellan.

The Tió de Nadal or ‘Christmas Log’ of Catalonia and Aragon (at the moment regions of Spain), does seem to be more popular than Santa in those parts, and offers a fun, earthy activity for the family to share.

This is a collaborative report initiated by ZEEL with the Cremades–Bellan family of Barcelona, They are:-

  • Pep, he is from Valencia and grew up in Barcelona.

  • Sandrine, she is from France.

  • Plus daughter Charlotte, born and bred in Barcelona.

Together we here investigate the assertion that:-

“Tió Nadal is as big here in Catalonia Catalonia as Santa Claus is for you in the UK”.

The name of this popular arboreal entity is confusing to some, and mistranslated as Uncle Poop or suchlike. But this is incorrect, as in the Spanish language ‘Tio’ means ‘uncle’ or ‘guy. But in Catalan the word ‘Tió’ (with an accent on the “o”) means ‘log’ or ‘branch’. So it is actually called Tió de Nadal - ‘Log of Christmas’, and more colloquially Caga Tió - ‘Crapping Log’.

Though our local experts add a correction to this naming- Sandrine states :

”The log is called "Tió", not Caga Tió. We say - "“fer cagar el tió” or “make the log poo”.

As we can see from Fig.1 , Tió is indeed a log, and has little wooden legs, a traditional Catalan cap (or Barretina), a red nose and cheery googly eyes. A pipe and/or beard are optional additions.

Fig.3 - Tió the crapping log in situ with blanket.Photo copyright S.Bellan

Fig.3 - Tió the crapping log in situ with blanket.

Photo copyright S.Bellan

Every Catalan house has its own Pooping Log:

This Tió character is so popular in Barcelona that Charlotte has been monitoring many such logs. Not only in her own home, but also others located in her school and at the local swimming pool. How does it work in a school? Sandrine says:-

“The school asks it’s pupils families to bring in stuff to feed the log. Then all the food is put in different boxes for the lottery. We organise a lottery right before the xmas holidays selling lottery tickets to the parents to win the food that they have given to the log [the residue that he has not managed to consume]. This way the school gets money for any activities they may organise.”

The most epic example of Tió is this; there is even a giant one at the Fira de Santa Llúcia at the Cathedral of Barcelona. The equivalent of “Santas Grotto” in UK/USA.

Fig 4. Tió at Fira de Santa Llúcia, near the steps of the Cathedral of Barcelona.

Fig 4. Tió at Fira de Santa Llúcia, near the steps of the Cathedral of Barcelona.

How it works:

Tió arrives every 8th of December, which is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception to Roman Catholics. Often parents will supervise a hunt to find a Tió de Nadal in the countryside, in order to take it back home and feed it up for xmas. A Tió can be oft be found by following a trail of mandarin peel fragments. In Charlotte’s house, tió comes directly from the Pyrenees and can be found at her door, cold and hungry after his long journey.

Fig.5- The Hunt.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.5- The Hunt.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.6- The Welcome.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.6- The Welcome.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Tió is welcomed in. Traditionally, from Dec 8 till Dec 24 food is given to the Tió, often served in a small red pottery bowl of local manufacture. Tió is fed a wholesome diet that consists of vegetable peelings and the peel of satsuma oranges for the first weeks, and then, as the great day grows ever nearer, getting closer to Christmas, cookies and finally turron are introduced to the diet, to make sure that Tió will crap many presents on Christmas Eve. Children always want to see the Tió eating to make sure this is not a fake event, so there are videos on YouTube that monitor the log at night with realistic looking night-vision cameras and (click for video) ultra highspeed video playback technology.

Fig.7-Installation of Log.Illustration Copyright ZEEL.

Fig.7-Installation of Log.

Illustration Copyright ZEEL.

Tió normally stands close to the Christmas tree with a small blanket drawn up to his shoulders, all warm and cosy until the time comes for the main pooping event on Christmas Eve, or Christmas Day. If you are an especially inquisitive child and you look under the blanket before the correct moment, you will see nothing, nada, zip. Because Tió has not pooped yet, of course!

Fig.8-The Feeding and husbandry of an honoured log.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.8-The Feeding and husbandry of an honoured log.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

To get the Tió to poop out presents you need to beat it with sticks, and to sing a special song!

But first, all children are asked to leave the room to sing and warm up some special beating sticks, and at more traditional times and places, to pray.

Fig.9-The warming of the sticks.Illustration copyright ZEEL

Fig.9-The warming of the sticks.

Illustration copyright ZEEL

After a while the kids are called back to the tree, and, singing a song (this is one of many versions) they beat the Tió entreating it with song to poop out presents.

“Cagatió,

cagatorrons, avellanesi

mató,

si no caguesbé

et daré un cop de bastó.

Cagatió!

Translation- 

"Shit log,

shit nougat, hazelnuts and

cheese,

if you don’t shit well,

I’ll hit you with a stick.

Shit log!”

Fig.10-The Beating.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.10-The Beating.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

After singing the song thrice while beating Tió, the children are finally allowed to remove the blanket, and to extract the gifts as just reward for their investment of effort in the husbandry and fattening-up of a present pooping Xmas log. Sometimes Tió is hollow in form and the beating he is given is sufficient to dislodge the treats from his woody alimentary canal, sometimes the treats just appear in a semi mystic manner under the blanket at just the right time.

Fig.11-The big reveal.Illustration copyright ZEEL

Fig.11-The big reveal.

Illustration copyright ZEEL

What the last poop out of Tió consists of depends on family tradition. Sandrine says

“We leave a bean, other families leave a pinecone”,

other sources indicate that an onion or clove of garlic ‘coming down the pipe’ indicates that Tió has completed his duty (source here).

A few notes on the history of this tradition.

Pep never celebrated it in his home when he was a kid. Apparently, it seems to him that the shitting log really appeared in the 60's (Even though the essence is from the Middle Ages), and it was confirmed by many friends of his generation that they only have started to celebrate the Tió with their children, that is, within the last 21 years. Could it be that Tió is merely a recent conflation of several different traditions and? He certainly seems to contain aspects of –

Caganer  A pooping figurine that appears in traditional nativity scenes in this region of the Iberian Peninsula.

Piñata The ancient practice of hitting a suspended effigy of an animal until sweets or little gifts are released, thought to have originated from China. First seen in Europe in the 14th C.

Yule log The (possibly Germanic and pagan) practice of collecting and burning a special log at the time of the winter solstice.

Fig.12- Nens_fent_cagar_el_Tió-Illustrator unknown. Drawing from the magazine La Llumanera de Nova York. - Catalan Wikipedia. Viquipèdia in català.

Fig.12- Nens_fent_cagar_el_Tió-

Illustrator unknown. Drawing from the magazine La Llumanera de Nova York. - Catalan Wikipedia. Viquipèdia in català.

BUT! This old illustration of some children wearing Catalan Barretina caps beating a log seems to indicate that the tradition has roots that stretch to before the 1960’s, though this Tió has no legs and only the slightest suggestion of a face.

Fig.13 - Author Joan Amades https://alchetron.com/Joan-Amades

Fig.13 - Author Joan Amades https://alchetron.com/Joan-Amades

Catalan author Joan Amades specialized in writing and collecting Catalan folklore. He wrote many volumes and articles about festes tradicionals. Amades multi-volume book Costumari Català (a collection of Catalan customs, 1950–1956) is acknowledged as a most important repository of information about Catalan customs, and of course, there is a section about the Tió.

So Tió seems to be a tradition with some provenance, but why to friends living in Barcelona, does it seem to them that it did not happen before the 1960’s? Maybe this is due to larger forces at work? Our Barcelona team made enquiries with brother in law Ferran Puchaes, 55 years old and coming from a proudly Catalan family. According to Ferran, if you were living in Barcelona during the time of the Franco regime (1936 – 1975), even if you were Catalan you were much less likely to be brought up with Catalan traditions like Tió de Nadal.  It all depends whether you were inhabiting Barcelona or small towns in the hinterland of Catalonia. In the 1960's Franco was still very present in the life of the Barcelonese, and the way that the regime embraced strict Catholicism and sought to homogenise every area of Spain culturally meant that traditions that were not directly affiliated with that ideology were repressed, so Tió was not welcome. But in small villages, even Franquist mayors were Catalan speakers... So the Tió survived in the remotest parts of Catalonia as the gaze of the dictatorship did not fall there, or was maybe casting a blind eye.  

Current issues

Sandrine reports:

“When my daughter Charlotte was younger, maybe 3 years old, she did not want the « Tió » to leave. So to free him from staying in our living room the entire year, we had to invent a whole back-story, so now in our family myth Tió has a wife and a son waiting for him back home in the Pyrenees”.

Fig.14 -The return.Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Fig.14 -The return.

Illustration copyright ZEEL.

Another issue with the care of xmas logs is this - you must be available to feed him!:-

Sandrine says:-

“We are going to Paris this year at Christmas and this is an issue in regard to Tió-care. When I told Charlotte the Tió would not poo this year, this was a BIG DEAL. Charlotte said she did not want to go to Paris. To abandon Tió, how dare we? I tried to explain to her that the road would be long for the Tió as from the Pyrenees to Paris there is a big distance and that I had never seen a log taking the TGV [high-speed train service] by itself…

So guess what? We are going to Paris with the Tió. Charlotte has offered to carry him. We hope there will not be any hold-up when French border-officers see the shape of Tió on the x-ray scanner!”

Does Log beat Santa?

Another piece of anecdotal evidence of the pre-eminence of Tió over other Xmas traditions in these parts is this:

“A Scottish friend of the family had a daughter who was born here in Barcelona and stopped believing in Santa Claus a long time ago. But until a relatively advanced age (8-9 years) she was still very much a believer. Her mother was worried”.

The Judgement.

To us here at Golden Thread Project HQ it does seem much more fun and less passive than the northern traditions of writing a letter to Santa and then sitting about waiting, hoping that you have been good enough to merit a gift. So we may judge that Tió is indeed a worthy competitor to Saint Nick.

Appendix-

Digital style Tió from the game “Crossy Road” https://crossyroad.fandom.com/wiki/Ti%C3%B3_de_Nadal

Digital style Tió from the game “Crossy Road” https://crossyroad.fandom.com/wiki/Ti%C3%B3_de_Nadal

Sandrine and Tió en masse for purchase in Barcelona store.Photo copyright S.Bellan

Sandrine and Tió en masse for purchase in Barcelona store.

Photo copyright S.Bellan

A dreadful Christmas cat from Iceland.

The Jólakötturinn.

By Bette Belle Blanchard.

If you are in Iceland at Christmastime, beware… For the dreaded Jólakötturinn will silently and stalk past your bedroom windows until early Christmas morning. This feline spirit will be keeping a close eye on any threadbare socks, old moth-eaten shirts and jackets. Like an ancient and mythic officer of ‘The Style Police’, he can’t stand the sight of an elbow-less jumper, or the thought of a big toe poking out the end of an old sock. 

“It has to go. I simply cannot abide this any longer”. He tuts and purrs. A rumble in his gut purrs along with him. He likes to survey his prey, to analyse the most efficient way to eat as much as possible. Shall he start with the dark meat? Or shall he save that for later? The dark meat is the fattiest and juiciest after all.

It really does depend on how hungry he is, or how much your odd socks offend this old, fat and formidable cat. If you’re lucky, your dinner could be sufficient, and he may leave you with your life. Other times he may not be so forgiving.

Death by cat seems to me to be an oddly specific terror created solely to whip up fear in the communities of Iceland. Belief in The Jólakötturinn is thought by historians to stem from a time when the owners of early settlement farms in rural Iceland sought to encourage the workers there to finish their allotted tasks before Yuletide. It has been speculated that those who worked the hardest were rewarded with new clothes, and so those who didn’t work as hard would consequently have none, and therefore be subject to the terrors of Jólakötturinn. He can also be seen to inspire (the fear) to give more generously during the Christmas, to protect your loved ones from the dribbling jaws of the seething Jólakötturinn.

Jolakotturinn, Illustration by Bette Belle Blanchard

Jolakotturinn, Illustration by Bette Belle Blanchard

So if you are taking a Yuletide trip to this popular holiday destination, make sure you wear your best xmas sox to bed, or there may be a biting and a tearing of needle toothed savagery as this Icelandic cryptid takes umbrage at your inelegant and ragged hose….

Björk recorded a song about Jólakötturinn:

His hair sharp as needles 
his back was high and bulgy
and claws on his hairy paw
were not a pretty sight

Therefore the women competed
to rock and sow and spin
and knitted colourful clothes
or one little sock

For the cat could not come
and get the little children
they had to get new clothes
from the grownups

Björk Guðmundsdóttir- Jólakötturinn - Hvít Er Borg Og Bær - Icelandic Christmas Cat - (1987).

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THE WONDERBIRD. A mythic Q&A with author-illustrator David Lucas.

David Lucas is an established picture book creator who draws many of his influences from folklore and myth from around the world. His book The Wonderbird will be published by Orchard Books. We talk with David about his book, and he shares thoughts on elements of folklore within modern life, philosophy, design, and storytelling.

Cover design, The Wonderbird, David Lucas.

Cover design, The Wonderbird, David Lucas.

GTP- So can you tell us a little about how folklore been a source of inspiration for you throughout your career?

 DL- I spent half my time as a teenager skulking in my local library and I read every book I could find on folklore - books like Katherine Briggs' Dictionary of Fairies, and Frazers The Golden Bough. I was interested in Jung, and saw that the same motifs appear again and again in folk art and myths across the world. When I was 17 I bought this Sepik River carving of a crocodile creator goddess and put it above my bed. Currently it hangs over the staircase at home, scaring my 4yr old daughter. (I photographed it in the garden for better light.)

Sepik River carving of a crocodile creator goddess.

Sepik River carving of a crocodile creator goddess.

I became acquainted with outsider art as a student, when a college friend, Wilfrid Wood, went on a tour of the Deep South visiting outsider artists like Howard Finster, Mose Tolliver and R.A. Miller. Wilfrid is a friend of Jon Maizels who founded the magazine Raw Vision, and both collect outsider art. I see outsider art as spiritual art in an unspiritual age - hence its outsider status. It's no accident that so many outsider artists are preachers, or see themselves as prophets.

This is by The Rev. B.F. Perkins (1904-93).

Rev. B.F. Perkins (1904-93)

Rev. B.F. Perkins (1904-93)

St. EOM (Eddie Owens Martin) was High Priest of his one-man religion, Pasaquoyanism. I see these kinds of marginal figures as standing in direct reaction to the drab utilitarianism of modern life, voices in the wilderness trying to tell us that they have glimpsed divine mysteries, that we aren't just machines, or robots (or 'chemical scum on a rock' as Stephen Hawking claimed).

Eddie Owens Martin

Eddie Owens Martin

All traditional societies are religious, and folk art is ritualized, religious art, characterized by crisp line and flat colour, an emphasis on pattern over realism, and on figures as types rather than individuals. The folk artist and outsider artist have a shamanic role, channeling ancient stories and imagery, bringing them to new life in the present.

Folk art shows us a patterned, hierarchical world, a world oriented towards the gods, where the artist is embedded in community and tradition, and his or her duty is to re-invent that tradition from within, as the voice of the tribe.

This quilt, made in the 1850s by James Williams, a tailor from Wrexham, tells the story of his tribe (Welsh Methodists) and features Bible stories (Adam naming the beasts, Cain murdering Abel, etc.) alongside the very latest technology of the day: suspension bridges and railways. The quilt is a vision of an intricately patterned world, of completeness and wholeness, of old and new united, timeless and modern all at once.

It is my favourite British work of art of the 19thC - but it was made by an uneducated tailor, in his spare time, by candlelight, with whatever off-cuts he had to hand.

Quilt 1850s James Williams

Quilt 1850s James Williams

GTP- Were there any specific folksongs, or folklore , or mythologies (from any country or tradition) that you are directly drawing upon when creating The Wonderbird?

DL- Birds and flowers are the two commonest motifs in all the folk art traditions around the world. Some of my favourite folk art images are the 'fraktur' pictures of Dutch and German Pennsylvania - decorative designs made to commemorate and sacralize a big family event, a marriage, or the baptism of a child.

'fraktur' pictures of Dutch and German Pennsylvania

'fraktur' pictures of Dutch and German Pennsylvania

Birds have always been imagined as messengers linking Heaven and Earth - which is why angels have wings, and why Hermes, as psychopompos, (leader of souls to the afterlife) had wings on his feet, and birdsong has always been seen as a language of prophecy and secrets.

Wonderbird Title Spread

Wonderbird Title Spread

But the legend that The Wonderbird echoes most closely is the story of the Phoenix. The Wonderbird is a giant flock of birds that is itself a bird, and to me it represents those rare moments of unity, when the individual really is in harmony with the group. Inevitably, moments of real balance and coherence are unsustainable, hard-won unity soon breaks down. The birds disperse, the Wonderbird fragments, dies and must be re-born, just like the Phoenix. The happy ending of the story is the Wonderbird living again, singing again.

Wonderbirds

Wonderbirds

You can think of it as the story of any tradition, blooming, fading and being born again, simultaneously new and not-new, ancient and modern.

Yuval Noah Harari says that modern society has traded meaning for power. As a society we have amazing technological capabilities, but we lack meaning, we are atomized individuals groping for connection to both nature and community, often groping for a real sense of purpose. Our society is the only atheist society that has ever existed - but human nature hasn't changed: we still need ritual, and belonging, and a vision of some sort of cosmic centre (a god) to orient ourselves towards. Our happiest moments are when we surrender to something bigger than ourselves, when we find meaning in becoming part of a crowd of like-minded 'believers', all facing in the same direction.

Groupishness is a potentially dangerous force precisely because it is so elemental, but it is morally neutral, like any force of nature. Fire in the wrong hands is dangerous, but harnessing fire was the beginning of civilization. We all want to belong, and belonging is a volatile energy source, that illuminates and inspires, while always having destructive potential.

The Wonderbird breaks up because one little bird, called Piper, starts asking questions: who is the Wonderbird, and why has no one ever seen her? Of course, they can't see her: they are part of her. They all fly off in different directions looking for the Wonderbird.

The flock dissolves into a scattering of individuals.

Piper journeys alone to the furthest periphery of space, to the edge of the galaxy, only to realize that in asserting his individuality he has killed something beautiful - the Wonderbird. So the Wonderbird is an image of the fragility of community, togetherness and tradition.

Perched on a rock on the edge of the galaxy, cold and alone, Piper sings in a quavering voice, singing his small part of the Wonderbird's song, and miraculously his voice carries on the wind, the birds hear him and flock together again, singing as one: the Wonderbird is reborn.

Of course, as an artist I am very much an individual, but the traditional function of the artist was to be a force for renewal in society. It may be right, at certain historical moments to 'rip it up and start again'. It requires courage to do that - and the pioneers of Modernism were certainly brave. But our brave new world, utiltarian, materialistic, increasingly homogenous, seems more and more dystopian. 'Modernism' literally means 'presentism' and nothing can last that rejects the past.

The 'Song of the Wonderbird' is meant as a metaphor for those timeless patterns that unite us all, that can connect past, present and future.

GTP- Have you ever been part of any folkloric activities such as dancing, singing, parading etc? Folk Crafts? Walking and rambling? Do you know of any local to you that you enjoy?

DL- I'm fascinated by the layers of tradition, and the depths of cultural memory around me.

Greenman keystone

Greenman keystone

 This Green Man is above the door of an ordinary 1880's terraced house in East London, but it echoes ancient images of tribal gods from thousands of years ago, like the famous face of the god found at Bath, originally set above a grand temple entrance.

Greenman Roundel

Greenman Roundel

As a writer I try to draw on the archetypal patterns and images of fairytale and myth. I love the idea that something as basic as fear of the dark still dominates our lives, just as it did in the Stone Age. You only have to walk alone in a forest at night for all those ancient fears to crash back into the present day.

Stories are about fear and danger and conflict. Books, films, drama, which we see as 'escapism', are sacred rites of losing ourselves and finding ourselves again. The more we are absorbed in a story the higher we value the experience: a good set-up keeps us on the edge of our seats, a good plot-twist shakes us to the core. We all know when an ending feels satisfying and right, and when it's wrong we feel cheated and angry.

These are ritual patterns, and even in our supposedly secular age, ritual still dominates our lives.

Even the simple act of setting the table for a family meal gives us insights into what beauty is, and how it works. We want things to be 'right' - there are basic rules to observe, rules of symmetry, pattern, cleanliness, that make the table feel like a still point at centre of the whirling Universe.

Formality frames spontaneity. Restraint creates energy. Boundaries generate meaning.

And ritual helps us observe the passage of time - each time we repeat a formal structure we notice the differences, in ourselves and in others: each Christmas my daughter is a bit more grown up, and me and my wife are older - and maybe we're all wiser. But it is the ritual that makes that difference felt. Ritual also helps us capture the transience of life: a 'perfect' Christmas, when everything is 'just right', will never be repeated.

Sorry - it seems I haven't quite answered your original question! What I'm trying to say is that the definition of 'folk' culture can be expanded to anything that has a ritual form, relatively unchanged in generations.

GTP- Do you have any favourite or influential folk stories, songs/folk or world music?

DL- I think the real power of folk-tales is in the imagery. I've been enjoying reading fairy tales to my 4 year old daughter - and images of Puss in Boots, or the gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel, have the same impact on her as they would have had on a child centuries ago.

I've been writing a long fantasy novel based on a legend from Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain (1136). I like to imagine that those old stories contain more truth than is commonly supposed. Geoffrey of Monmouth was another of the books I discovered as a teenager at my local library. It is the source for the King Lear story, and the King Arthur stories. One chapter is called the Prophecies of Merlin - here is a flavour:

Geoffrey of Monmouth

Geoffrey of Monmouth

GTP-  The mechanism of Anthropomorphism is key to many world religions and myth-systems, (such as many animistic beliefs) when you use it in your writing/story creation are you aware of connections to any of them?  

DL- I grew up in a big Catholic family, but my Dad used to describe himself as a nature-worshipper. He found it easier to relate to nature than people, and he loved birdwatching. (I'm sure that he was somewhere on the autistic spectrum.) The mythographer Joseph Campbell, saw that the transcendent 'sky god' of Judaism, Christianity and Islam, was a desert god, the product of a relatively barren, dry landscape. Cultures in more fertile zones believe in an immanent god, not above nature but hidden within it, a many-faced god whose identity multiplies into a profusion of spirits, demons, nymphs, fairies, etc. haunting every tree and river and lake and hill.

Visiting Japan, I was fascinated to learn more about animism. A sacred waterfall, for example, is the actual god - there is no god 'of' the waterfall, the god is the waterfall.

The same was true of the animism of the ancient Romans, before they fell under Greek influence. Janus wasn't god of the door - he was the door itself, that kept you safe at night. Vesta wasn't goddess of the hearth - she was the actual flame that cooked your supper, and you gave thanks to her before eating supper, just as you gave thanks to Janus for keeping your children safe.

Seeing everyday objects as living beings, with souls and a personality, is how children see the world. I don't think it is as 'primitive' as it might seem. Panpsychism is the idea that everything has some level of consciousness, and it is now being taken seriously by science, as the only consistent explanation for how the entirely ordinary stuff in our heads can think and feel. Ultimately, we may be all no more than a point of view. But what if everything - even your coffee cup - has a point of view, a dim awareness of its stance in relation to the rest of the world? I think that personality and point of view are one and the same. Personality may be the most fundamental force of nature.

I often think about how society would change if panpsychism became the accepted scientific narrative. It might be the big transformation of the 21st century.

GTP- What kind of artworking processes, tools, techniques have you used when creating The Wonderbird? Are they different and specific design choices for The Wonderbird than you utilised for past books?

 DL- I have been drawing birds since I was a small child - my Dad used to take me and my brothers to museums where we'd sit with our little sketchbooks making very accurate and un-childlike drawings of stuffed birds.

I drew the birds in Wonderbird freely, in pen, then reversed them out and coloured them with a limited palette of bright colours.

Wonderbird Cover

Wonderbird Cover

GTP- The design of the cover of your picturebook, and the format used in The Wonderbird is quite classic, and reminiscent of the design of 60's/70's picturebooks like The Rain Man by Helga Aichinger. Is there anything about the books created in that period that chimes with you?  

Example- The Rain Man, Helga Aichinger. 1970, Neugebauer Press, Bad Goisern, Austria. UK Publisher Dobson Books.

Example- The Rain Man, Helga Aichinger. 1970, Neugebauer Press, Bad Goisern, Austria. UK Publisher Dobson Books.

Example spread- The Rain Man, Helga Aichinger. 1970, Neugebauer Press, Bad Goisern, Austria. UK Publisher Dobson Books.

Example spread- The Rain Man, Helga Aichinger. 1970, Neugebauer Press, Bad Goisern, Austria. UK Publisher Dobson Books.

 DL- Yes I suppose the limited colour palette is the main link with 60s picture books? I tend to be influenced more by folk art, medieval art, Indian art etc. than recent illustration. This image was from a recent exhibition of Warli painting at the V&A Museum of Childhood.

Warli painting, V&A Museum of Childhood

Warli painting, V&A Museum of Childhood

GTP- Maybe that 60’s influence is coming more from the graphic design that Orchard Books is using to present your work, reflecting the attitude of a time in publishing when Picture Books were more likely to be poetic in composition and storytelling…

To conclude, many thanks to David for taking the time to think and write so deeply about his work and influences, and for sourcing such fascinating imagery.

Interview by ZEEL.

LEIGH FOLK FESTIVAL

Illustrations Aidan Saunders.

Illustrations Aidan Saunders.

LEIGH FOLK FESTIVAL

Leigh-on-Sea. Thu 27- Sun 30 June 2019.

The Golden Thread Project’s very own Aidan Saunders has appeared at Leigh Folk Festival with his Print Wagon for several years, and his illustrations adorn their website and promo t-shirts.

SO we, ZEEL and Orson, determined to also sample this festival. First we crossed from Hastins in East Sussex all the way into deepest Essex, spanning the lower portion of that vast expanse forming a lower buttock to the southern rump of England. To the north shore of the estuarine Thames we came, all on a fine and sunny Saturday.

To the right we see a young folk-fanatic en route (Orson of sometime folk act Jam Bank) —>

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What could be described as semi-pagan donut-babies at the excellent local bakery.

What could be described as semi-pagan donut-babies at the excellent local bakery.

THE FEST

Throughout the four day Leigh Folk Festival, events are well distributed about this charming resort. Beginning at the top of the hill and descending toward the barnacled wharves of Old Leigh.

THU AND FRI

On These days the musical action took place in the evening at venues like Leigh Community Centre. On Thursday acts included Kitty Macfarlane from Somerset, (her evocative album Namer of Clouds is well worth a listen).

On Friday Justin Hopper & Sharron Kraus appeared, delving into Kentish myth and landscape during a performance of their album Chanctonbury Rings. Also, Leigh plunged into the emotionally raw “Trash-Gospel”- music of Longy, with his sung observations of everyday-folks’ lives.

SATURDAY

Library Gardens, perched up in New Leigh hosted several stages offering a range of musical styles; from vaudeville, a smattering of UK folk styles (such as longstanding Leigh fixtures Famous Potatoes), to what could perhaps be described as ‘slightly-wasted-but-very-well-played-good-time-psychedelic-Carlos-Santana–infused-Louis-Prima-and-Xavier-Cugat-covers’ by the Levent Taylor World Band. In an even more ‘good-times’ mode than usual.

The atmosphere lay somewhere between village fete and small town Brueghel-esque bacchanal, with music, pungent food preparation, stalls of fancy goods, records, and art activities for kids.

Orson was able to immortalise a stand-out element of the fun on paper-

He writes of it thus-

DRUNKEN SAILOR MAN

While enjoying the folk activities that Leigh-on-Sea had to offer, me and my fellow festival-goers were continually encountered by the strange man below. Dressed in a beige smock, geriatric leggings, leather moccasins, and cloth headgear, the grizzled old boy clenched a tankard of what one would assume to be beer. The man stumbled across the town crying out ancient tales and songs, sometimes stopping families or passersby to drench them in a particular folk story from long ago. Legend has it that the mythical figure has and always will traipse Leigh during the festival
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Exhausted by these phantasmagorical sights, we repaired to a sylvan glade to recover our energies as the evening drew in.

AND ON SUNDAY….

Refreshed by the kind hospitality of rustics in the Essex hinterland, we ventured out again on Sunday taking in some of the folk acts in detail, but not before finding out a little more about Old Leigh. Leigh-on-Sea boasts a deep history of gathering fishy bounties from surrounding waters, and more recently, as part of a conurbation of pleasure in the Southend area that extends along the strand from Leigh to Shoeburyness, Flourishing there to serve those seeking escape from the muggy confines of London for a winkle, perhaps a beer, and a paddle among the worm-casts. We found that all manner of fascinating Leigh-on-Sea intel can be gleaned at the local Heritage Centre, a friendly and excellent example of what an enthusiastic historical society can achieve.

THE ACTS

Our impressions of the acts that we heard down in Old Leigh that day:-

Tailors Twist playing some lovely Irish folk music, including the Steve Earle song Galway Girl. @ Inside at The Hatch, which was Old Leigh Foundry back in the day..

Illustration of Tailors Twist by ZEEL.

Illustration of Tailors Twist by ZEEL.

Orson writes about Tailors Twist-

‘THE FIDDLERS’: This fruity fiddling band were very much to my liking, their kinetic fingering ‘n’ fretting generated a blithesome atmosphere in the airy cafe which acted as their musical venue. Here are several depictions of them at full-folk-throttle...

Illustrations by Orson

Goodnight Crow playing inside at The Hatch.

This duo, playing with guitar and viola on the songs we heard, were much more from the mould of a contemporary folk band, singing with real love and feeling for the history and heritage of their families and the way of life of working people. Dan Forbes introduced his father Jacks song Starvation Boys. Plus we identified the strains of a stirring folk standard- Blackleg Miner.

Goodnight Crow are Dan Forbes (vocals and guitar) and Kate Waterfield (vocals, strings and concertina).

Illustration by ZEEL

Illustration by ZEEL

Lunatraktors playing at Strand Wharf

Illustration by ZEEL

Illustration by ZEEL

You could say that this band has ‘divided the critics’ at Golden Thread Project HQ, with some being challenged somewhat, and others feeling open to the spirit of adventure and experimentation within this Margate Duo and their nascent style. Percussionist Carli Jefferson began their performance with a humorous plea for the audience to lend her some Clog-dancing shoes in her size, as she had left hers at home. It seems that this follows the spirit of folk community, ever social and conversational. Musically Lunatraktors are certainly trying their very best to experiment and bring out new facets of traditional folk tunes, with percussion being struck from any possible surface, and Clair Le Couteur singing from phrase to phrase in the voices of legion channelled spirits, one second reminiscent of Richard Thompson, the next Shirley Collins, Anthony Hegarty, or even Paul Robeson perhaps? Lunatraktors describe themselves thus - “Broken folk experiments by Clair Le Couteur (vocals, loops) and Carli Jefferson (vocals, percussion)”.  

AHOY JOY !

Lastly The Hoy Shanty Crew singing at the Hoy Stage were our favourites, presenting shanties in exactly the right context, on a wharf, in the sun, with beer and goodwill.

Illustrations by Orson, He writes-

SHANTY SINGING SAILOR BOIS: Ale in hand, skin crisp from the midday sun, and voice boxes guttural, the disorderly crew of sea laddies chanted many a classic tune about adventures upon the salty sea for more than half an hour. The audience made of Old Leigh denizens and folk fanatics enjoyed the set so much that they warranted an encore!
Illustration by ZEEL

Illustration by ZEEL

The Hoy Crew’s rendition of “A Drop of Nelsons Blood” was particularly efficacious. It is not known whether any of them are real ‘Boys ashore’, as elderly fishers are known in Hastings. According to their charming website: “The Hoy Shanty Crew was formed several years ago, originally based on regular members of The Hoy at Anchor Folk Club….. The Crew has a well-earned reputation for gutsy and passionate rendering of shanties as well as other chorus songs, particularly if they involve the partaking of beer”. Their encore was a treat in itself, the wonderful Chicken on a Raft.

AND SO WE LEAVE LEIGH FOLK FESTIVAL:

We only had the time to skim the surface of this fine, well organised and (largely) FREE festival. There is a heap of great music and dancing to experience at Leigh Folk Festival and it would be great to try and dig a bit deeper into it next time…

Illustrations by Aidan Saunders

Illustrations by Aidan Saunders