Friday, February 15, 2019
Review: Saint Brigid of Kildare: Life, Legend and Cult by Noel Kissane
Kissane, Noel. Saint Brigid of
Kildare: Life, Legend and Cult (2017).
Noel Kissane’s book on Saint Brigit is unlike any I have previously
read. Readable, immense in scope, it places her within the context of medieval
Irish and Continental Christianity while also examining the minutiae of her
cult.
Kissane traces the early development of Christianity in Ireland, such as
the process of conversion, and sets Saint Brigit in the context of bishops like
Palladius and Patrick. Important texts about or mentioning her are discussed, their
dates estimated and implications considered. Various older images of Saint
Brigit which we encounter on the internet are identified with their original
sources. The lives and intentions of authors of early poems and Lives dedicated
to her are delved into. Artistic depictions are listed. Her folklore, the
history of Brigidine nuns, cultural movements that drew inspiration from her
are examined—and so on and on.
If you were to attempt a pilgrimage through Europe dedicated to Saint
Brigit, this would be an essential reference book. Irish placenames linked to her,
monastic communities and churches connected to Kildare (ca. 1000 C.E.), and
current dedications from churches to Gaelic Athletic Associations are listed
and their history briefly recounted. The origin and movement of her various
relics (including more heads than most people can boast) is investigated, and he
details her cult across Europe, distinguishing between churches named for St.
Brigitta of Sweden versus those named for St. Brigit of Kildare, where to the
untrained eye these wouldn’t be easily teased apart.
I especially enjoyed reading Kissane’s depiction of life in Ireland
during her era—setting her tales against that essential background is not done
enough.[1]
He goes deeply into the role her supposed tribe, the Fothairt, played in that
society (working as mercenaries for other tribes) and what this implies for
her, and compares the claims of different locales for her birth, growing up, or
veiling ceremony. (I am now convinced it was Mac Caille, not Mél, who gave her
the veil, but you may come to a different conclusion.) Amply sourced and
footnoted, with an index that includes a breakdown by Irish county and town, it
has a bibliography to bring joy to the researcher’s heart. Such are the
delights of this book for Brigit scholars.
It is delightful, as well, to have so many oddities of the lore explained.
For instance, why do we sometimes encounter the suggestion that Cogitosus (author
of her earliest Life) was Brigit’s nephew? (Because of a misreading of a
garbled manuscript.) Could Patrick actually have converted Brigit? (Nope.) Why
did the Scottish claim her as their own? Was she ever in Glastonbury? Etc. Some of these are explained elsewhere,
of course, but no other text tackles so many of these questions as this one.
Little space is set aside for the goddess, naturally, as she is not the
subject of this book. However, I am disappointed that Kissane accepts without
really questioning, and offers as a statement of high probability if not fact,
the hypothesis, generally discounted by modern scholars (for utter lack of
evidence), that Kildare was a pagan community dedicated to the goddess Brigit.[2]
He even adds to the usual story his own details, such as that the saint may
have converted separately from the community (pg. 90), and that she probably
inherited a “countrywide network of established holy sites” (pg. 118). I fear
that his elaboration of these and related ideas will just add to the rampant confusion
around this. I am not opposed to him speculating. I simply wished he had made
it clearer that this scenario was unweighted by evidence, and had offered the contradictory
view as well. He has such a richness of factual matter here, and many of his
speculations throughout the book seem more carefully reasoned. In this area he
seems to lose sight of the boundary between conjecture and supportable theory. He
goes so far as to say, “It is almost certain that to some degree the early
Irish converts to Christianity conflated the saint with the goddess and
regarded the saint as retaining and manifesting certain of the qualities and functions
of the goddess” (pg. 93). But it is not
almost certain. Now, if he had said that it was almost certain that they saw
elements of a goddess in the saint, I
would be much happier. But to presume the existence of this Brigit goddess sanctuary
is venturing too far into conjecture to be certain of anything.
Another instance of unsupported speculation, much less worrying, is when
he states that the story of Brigit’s mother’s status is much more likely to be
correct in Vita Prima (slave) than in
Cogitosus’s Life (noble woman) because there would be no reason to invent her
illegitimacy. I can think of one good reason: Christ was born to a woman who
was unmarried at the time of his conception. As in other saints’ Lives, many of
the elements of Saint Brigit’s hagiography are meant to reflect moments in
Jesus’s life as a way of showing her holiness. They reflect but do not exactly
copy them. Could this be an instance of the same? I give this example only to
say that speculation is just that, and we should never take it, when
unsupported by excellent evidence, as any more likely than any other
explanation to be true.
There is another good reason for making her illegitimate. Cogitosus was apparently
a monk at Brigit’s monastery at Kildare (though a good while after her death);
the author of Vita Prima was loyal to Armagh, St. Patrick’s
seat of power. Kildare and Armagh were in the throes of a struggle
for ecclesiastical supremacy. As Lisa Bitel writes in Landscape with Two Saints, unlike in Cogitosus’s Life, in Vita Prima and other later Lives Brigit “submitted to male religious
officials, never competing directly for territory or space” (pg. 176).
In this way she is subtly shown to be Patrick’s inferior, making Armagh the
legitimate religious centre of Ireland. Would it not benefit such an agenda to
have her the daughter of a slave, where Patrick was the son of nobles?
But such matters hardly mar my pleasure in the book as a whole. There is
a goldmine of information here, including facts that, for all my scrutiny, I
have never come across before, and which put into a much clearer order the
normally shifting sea of matters Brigidine.
Highly recommended.
[1] See Christina
Harrington’s Women in a Celtic Church
and Lisa Bitel’s Landscape with Two
Saints for very fine exceptions to this rule, as well as Alice Curtayne’s
much earlier St. Brigid of Ireland
for a less academic and slightly more fanciful but nevertheless excellent
example.
[2] See Christina
Harrington’s Women in a Celtic Church
for a detailed explanation of how this hypothesis came about and the changes in
scholarship that have led to its general rejection today.
Friday, February 08, 2019
Review: Pagan Portals—Gods and Goddesses of Ireland by Morgan Daimler
Daimler, Morgan. Pagan Portals—Gods and Goddesses of Ireland: A Guide to Irish Deities (2016).
Once again I come
away from reading one of Morgan Daimler’s books with a sense of excitement and
the urge to wave it in front of all sorts of people saying, “You want this
book!” Why, in this case?
If you have ever
plunged into Irish mythological texts, or even modern writings about the Irish
deities, you will have quickly discovered that there are a LOT of names in there,
all baffling if you are unused to Irish spellings, or are unaware that there are
multiple forms and spellings for every name, not to mention the plethora of
different persons associated with each god or goddess. In one story he is
married to so-and-so, in another he is cavorting with someone else; here she is
a sympathetic character, there she is a trickster or a dupe. How do you keep
them all straight? And how begin to build a sense of each deity in his or her
own right and complexity? How winnow through opinion and fact, misinformation
and changing perceptions over time? How, on top of all of this, do you honour
those you are drawn to?
There are a number of
excellent tomes that cover Irish deities and myths in depth. Their worth is undeniable.
But if you want to narrow down your focus you would be hard pressed to find a
source that maps things out as clearly and beautifully as Pagan Portals—Gods and Goddesses of Ireland.
The Pagan Portals
series is a brilliant idea. Each book is short—in this case less than ninety pages—and
serves as an introduction to its subject that offers enough information to set
you clearly on your path without overwhelming you with detail. It is possible
to read one quickly enough to retain a good sense of the general scope of the
book, to leave you feeling less rather than more confused.
In this case, Daimler’s
purpose is to offer sound scholarly information about the deities in an easily accessible
style to assist those interested in following an Irish Pagan path. This book could
be of use both to newcomers to Irish Neo-Paganism and to those who have been
immersed for some while.
She tackles her topic
by dividing the book into three main sections covering the gods of the Tuatha Dé
Danann, the goddesses of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Irish deities of different
or uncertain origins. Instead of limiting herself to the handful of deities we encounter
again and again, Daimler includes a number who are much more obscure. She somehow
strikes a balance between giving a satisfying survey of their names, relationships,
attributes, associations, and elements of their stories, and holding back
enough detail that the reader doesn’t end up becoming lost in the thickets.[1]
(It must be very hard to stop herself at times—she is well versed in her topic
and has many fascinating gems at her disposal.) She is concise and clear
without oversimplifying, frequently giving conflicting points of view and
allowing the reader to follow up on them if desired rather than simply offering
her own favourite theory and omitting all controversy. As well as those of Celtic
scholars, she offers perspectives of Irish Neo-Pagan practitioners, and ends
each entry with suggestions for how we might honour a given deity in our own lives.
In addition to the
individual entries, which range from less than half a page for a deity like
Neit, about whom little is known, to over four pages for Macha, Daimler offers
excellent advice on how to build a relationship with the deities—not a prescription
of rituals and offerings, but an approach to learning and relating that is as
wise as it is clear (and again, succinct). A bibliography and recommended
reading list are given at the end of the book.
I had not originally
thought to include this review in Brigit’s Sparkling Flame. I changed my mind
for the simple reason that Brigit is not an isolated goddess, but a part of a
rich tapestry of deities from a complex culture, and having a clearer sense,
even just a beginning sense, of some of the other gods and goddesses can only
strengthen our understanding of and relationship to her. I can think of no
better book to wave before Brigidines for this purpose than Pagan Portals—Gods and Goddesses of Ireland.
[1]
One detail I find especially
interesting which is not often included is the particular geographic area a
deity is linked to, where that is known.
Tuesday, February 05, 2019
Review – Poems for the season of Imbolc by Kris Hughes
Poems
for the Season of Imbolc by Kris Hughes
US$8.00
I recently received a very short, self-published chapbook by an author whose
writing I was not familiar with. I get nervous about reviewing people’s work—I don’t
like to hurt feelings but I also don’t like to say I love something when I really
don’t. Somehow the stakes seem even higher when it is self-published, I suppose
because they don’t obviously have anyone else promoting the work for them, so
more depends on one review, but equally they may well be depending entirely on
their own eyeball when it comes to editing, layout, and so on, which as many
writers have shown is not always a great idea. So it was with some trepidation
that I awaited delivery of this booklet.
It arrived shortly before Imbolc. To my relief, it looked pretty darn
good. The layout is done with an artist’s eye, though there is little
decoration; it is printed on nice paper; there were no wild claims on the back
cover: all promising signs.
Because of its subject matter, I wanted to review it right away so
people could know about it before the feast day, but it is my busiest time of
year and it just wasn’t possible. At last today I had a clear enough mental
space to sit down and read the whole thing at once and pay it the attention it (and
the author) deserved. I have to say—I love
it.
Twenty pages all told, including front and back matter, Poems for the season of Imbolc focusses
on the Scottish tales of Bride, Angus, and the Cailleach. There is a short and useful
introduction and then four poems, “If Angus Would Come,” “The Cailleach Becomes
Bride,” “Cailleach Rant,” and “Woman of the White Sky.”
Apart from “Cailleach Rant,” which is a prose poem of gathering power,
the poems are free verse, telling their stories pithily and beautifully. Their tone
ranges from lilting and passionate to wild and world-shaping, climaxing in a defiant
call to giant selfhood. I will give two small
tastes, but far better that you read the book all at once. Often this is not
the case with poetry. It’s best to take deep sips of one or two poems and then
sit with them before going back. But Poems
for the season of Imbolc is strongest when taken all together, from the
longing of Bride for Angus to the transformation of Cailleach to Bride to the
roar of the Cailleach to women everywhere, to the brief silence of the final
poem of praise to her.
… If Angus
would come
He would
search for me
Guided by
the light of a thousand candles
He would
know my abode
By the sark
I have hung on the window sill
It collects
the snow, to be wrung as dew
To ease his
wounds when he comes …
from “If Angus Would Come”
… I cackle
again from the treetops
raising a
storm that sends the cattle
lowing and
bucking in indignation
from sleet
like knives
for the
shelter of the dyke
The ponies
lower their
heads to the ground
tails
plastered to their legs …
from “The Cailleach Becomes Bride”
What does
it feel like when life turns out not to be a journey, after all, but an immense
impermanence?
from “Cailleach Rant”
Sunday, February 03, 2019
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