Google doodle: dafs and dragon

March 1, 2012

When I’ve googled a couple of times today I’ve ended up on the New Zealand page on which it’s business as usual.

But if you go to google.co.uk you find the Google doodle depicts a dragon in a field of daffodils in honour of St David’s Day and Wales whose patron saint he is.

Google doodle: St David's Day dragon

St David :
or Dewi Sant, as he is known in the Welsh language, . . . was a Celtic monk, abbot and bishop, who lived in the sixth century. During his life, he was the archbishop of Wales, and he was one of many early saints who helped to spread Christianity among the pagan Celtic tribes of western Britain. . . Dewi was a very gentle person who lived a frugal life. It is claimed that he ate mostly bread and herbs – probably watercress, which was widely used at the time. Despite this supposedly meagre diet, it is reported that he was tall and physically strong. . . Dewi is sometimes known, in Welsh, as ‘Dewi Ddyfrwr’ (David the Water Drinker) and, indeed, water was an important part of his life – he is said to have drunk nothing else. Sometimes, as a self-imposed penance, he would stand up to his neck in a lake of cold water, reciting Scripture. . .
Hat Tip: The Guardian

Land of Our Fathers

March 1, 2010

In honour of St David’s Day I’m not going to eat leeks, but I did enjoy listenign to this.


David returns to Italy

March 1, 2009

 It’s St David’s Day and the patron saint of Wales  is not nearly as well known as the other David, immortalised by Michelangelo.

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 The statue normally stands in Florence, but it’s been on loan to the USA.

Travel arrangements and security for such a valuable work of art were expensive so the visit required sponsors which is how several fast food companies got involved .

The art community wasn’t enthusiastic about mixing art with fast food and you can see why:

 

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Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

February 27, 2009

Sunday is St David’s Day which made the choice of a Welsh poet the logical choice for this Friday’s poem.

That of course led me to  Dylan Thomas  and the only one of his works I could find in any of my poetry books was Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night.

It was Owen Marshall’s choice in Dear to Me 100 New Zealander write about their favourite poems, published by Random House  as a fund raising project by Amnesty International.

Writing about his choice, Marshall said he’d have preferred his favourite :

wasn’t as conventionally popular as this . . . nevertheless I cannot deny the power I find in this poem. that emotional power, and the theme which it drives, are almost entire within the first three-line stanza. And what a stroke of genius to use the adjective, gentle, rather than the expected adverb.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

 

Do not go gentle into that good night

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

                –      Dylan Thomas    –


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