I just bought that on my Kindle a few days ago - I think some snippets I had read before in The Anomalist or something, but the book is very readable and interesting. It made me realise that some of my experiences that I have posted on the board would counts as JOTTs, such as:Just bought mary rose barringtons book called JOTT (just one of those things) fascinating stories just wondering how many of us lot have had them
'In this wonderfully poetic journey through the Anglo-Saxon year, Eleanor Parker offers a profound meditation on time and the world, nature and its seasons. Plunging the reader into the glorious cadences of Old English poetry with her supple translations, Parker brings to vivid life the terrors of winter, spring's promise, the joyful warmth of summer and the melancholy of autumn, powerfully connecting us with a rich and vital past that we have not quite lost.' --Carolyne Larrington, Professor of Medieval European Literature, University of Oxford
'Eleanor Parker's Winters in the World is a lyrical journey through the Anglo-Saxon year, witnessing the major festivals and the turning of the seasons through the eyes of the poets . . . we approach an appreciation of our Anglo-Saxon ancestors as we dive into the rhythms of their lives and language, their turns of phrase, and the force of their habits. It is a beautiful, charming, and evocative voyage into what, to many of us, seems a very distant past . . . Parker shows herself to be a master of her subject. Her knowledge is superb; her writing a form of poetry itself . . . Through her enchanting prose, her analogies, her eloquence, Parker convinces her audience of the intelligence, imagination and immense beauty of her subject. No-one can come away from this book still believing the Anglo-Saxons to have lived through the "Dark Ages".' --Get History
'This book is a treasure and a delight, full of beautiful poetry and prose from the treasure-house of Anglo-Saxon culture. Lucid translations, accessible introductions and explanation, all combine to lead us through the cycle of the seasons . . . Eleanor Parker offers us a vision of time itself made sacred, each month hallowed, and full of unexpected beauty and wisdom.' --Malcolm Guite, poet and life fellow of Girton College, University of Cambridge
'Both an accessible introduction to the Anglo-Saxon age and an evocative celebration of its seasonal rhythms and links with nature.' - History Revealed
'A beautiful, charming, and evocative voyage into what, to many of us, seems a very distant past . . . Parker shows herself to be a master of her subject.' - Get History
'A fascinating, informative and hauntingly authentic account of the Anglo-Saxon experience of time.' - Francis Young, author of Magic in Merlin's Realm
Winters in the World is a beautifully observed journey through the cycle of the year in Anglo-Saxon England, exploring the festivals, customs and traditions linked to the different seasons. Drawing on a wide variety of source material, including poetry, histories and religious literature, Eleanor Parker investigates how Anglo-Saxons felt about the annual passing of the seasons and the profound relationship they saw between human life and the rhythms of nature.
Many of the festivals we celebrate in Britain today have their roots in the Anglo-Saxon period, and this book traces their surprising history, as well as unearthing traditions now long forgotten. It celebrates some of the finest treasures of medieval literature and provides an imaginative connection to the Anglo-Saxon world.
About the AuthorEleanor Parker is Lecturer in Medieval English Literature at Brasenose College, Oxford. She has a doctorate from the University of Oxford and is a specialist in the literature of medieval England and Scandinavia. She writes regularly for publications including History Today and BBC History Magazine, and is the author of Dragon Lords: The History and Legends of Viking England (2018) and Conquered: The Last Children of Anglo-Saxon England (2022).
Just got a promotional email to say that they're down to the last few signed hardbacks of this:
City of the Beast presents an enthralling psychogeography of a London that is irrevocably lost...
To quote myself - from too many years back to think comfortably about:
Apropos of nothing (sorry to butt in) a nice story about Crowley - probably apocryphal, but I like it.
Dylan Thomas was drinking and doodling aimlessly on a napkin in a pub on The Strand in London when he noticed the "Great Beast" himself staring at him across the soggy carpet and discarded dog ends. Crowley had also been drawing on a note pad and when he left he dropped a sheet of paper on the world-champion endurance drinker and Welsh poet’s table. When Thomas finally screwed up the courage to look at the paper he found an exact replica of his own doodle...
According to Peter Bushell’s book, London’s Secret History, the above incident took place at the Coal Hole - and as I was passing the place a couple of weekends ago I decided to do some forensic drinking.
The Coal Hole is high, narrow and L shaped, with the front door, which opens onto the Strand, at the top end of the long part of the L. Crowley would want to be seen, but also to observe - and he'd want a bit of distance between himself and the subject. The seats opposite the bar would potentially involve having his field of vision restricted by punters, and leave him with his back to the audience. He could have sat in the short bit of the L but that would mean he wouldn't see who was coming in and going out.
I reckon the great beast sat where I did, right here - by the door, looking along the bar. And I'd take a guess that Thomas was sat doodling at that bar, or at the seats on the right along the opposite wall.
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I did not feel the presence of Crowley's bottom - which is probably just as well; however, some unseen thing did disappear my tipple over the course of twenty minutes or so.
A double Auchentoshan with a splash of water - by the way.
The Princess Louise has long hosted talks of a Fortean interest, the Moot With No Name used to meet there and I saw David Farrant give a talk there once upon a time.Just gobbled this up in very quick time.
To be honest, Crowley as a subject has always left me a bit cold, but the addition of the London side of things - geography both simple and psycho - made it kind of irresistible, and has maybe given me a bit more of an interest in the old sot himself.
I wonder - has anyone done a Crowley cookbook? I had no idea he was a bit of a chef, and some of his recipes look quite intriguing - he seems to have been a master of the posh snack. (None of his special sauces though - Christ on a bike, doesn't bear thinking about.)
One detail I noticed - to quote myself quoting myself from another thread:
Baker has the incident happening at either the Fitzroy Tavern, The French House or the Swiss Pub (on Old Compton Street - now called something else) - he doesn't even mention the Coal Hole, where Peter Bushell firmly places the location. That said, as a probably apocryphal story you can probably take your pick. Possibly more forensic drinking is called for. (I note, with a certain nervousness, that many of Crowley's old drinking haunts are now my own when I'm in London. And also, that a room above my favourite London boozer - The Princess Louise on High Holborn - has been more recently used for occult speaker-meetings...whatever they are.)
Edited - for very stupidly getting the authors Rob Baker and Phil Baker completely mixed up.
…the Swiss Pub (on Old Compton Street - now called something else)…
The Princess Louise has long hosted talks of a Fortean interest, the Moot With No Name used to meet there and I saw David Farrant give a talk there once upon a time.
I really liked this book:
America’s UFO Religion
Benjamin E. Zeller
Foreword by Robert W. Balch
From the conclusion:
One could posit many other ways in which Heaven’s Gate modeled, prefigured, or reflected developments in American religious culture and society more broadly. The manner in which members of Heaven’s Gate incorporated elements drawn from popular culture—science fiction in their case—into a meaningful religious worldview reveals the breakdown between high and low culture, entertainment, and religion. Collectively, these and other manners in which Heaven’s Gate was embedded within American culture demonstrate how and why this new religion is not the aberration that some might think.
Heaven’s Gate is a religious movement worth serious study. Members may have gone beyond what most Americans do, believe, and think about in their religious lives, but in many ways the adherents of this new religion were no different from other Americans. They engaged in spiritual quests, seeking a more meaningful and accessible relationship with what functioned for them as the divine. They looked to heavenly salvation, and asked what relationship bodily human existence could have to that otherworldly salvation. They delved into the Bible, and from it they created and lived within a religious worldview. They built homes and a meaningful social and physical world around that worldview. They formed a community and tried to live (and die) with meaning. In doing all this, they looked to the physical heavens in outer space and the beings and vehicles of that “Next Level.”
Like many Americans, they believed in UFOs, extraterrestrials, and superhuman intelligence. They merely fused those beliefs with their religious ones. Heaven’s Gate was, in this sense, a UFO religion. But it was a particular kind. It was America’s UFO religion.