Saturday, September 22, 2012

Caedmon

...inspired, no doubt, by the original Caedmon; who was in turn inspired by "The Maker-Man".

Caedmon was an illiterate cowherd of the middle ages who composed many songs of praise. This one, transcribed by a contemporary named Bede, is the only one that survives. It is the earliest documented poem in the English language. No wonder Caedmon has been an inspiration to writers of verse and song through the ages...(and to me as I ponder my empty house and procrastinate completing my final assignment for Friday's class).

Found this information online:

"Caedmon's Hymn to God

(From Old English)
This is the earliest documented oral poem in English history. The Hymn itself was composed between 658 and 680 by Caedmon, who composed it to honour God the Creator. Like many Old English and Anglo-Latin pieces, it was designed to be sung aloud and was never physically recorded by Cædmon himself, who was an illiterate cowherd of the early Middle Ages. However, it was written and preserved by other literate individuals, and was recorded in the earlier part of the 8th century. It survives today in at least 14 verified manuscript copies. It is attributed to Caedmon by Bede in his Historia Ecclesiastica Gentis Anglorum and survives in a Latin translation as well as in vernacular versions written down in several manuscripts of Bede's Historia. Though he was known to have composed a great many other hymns this is Caedmon's only surviving work.

Cædmon's Hymn to God
By Cædmon

Latin Version:
Translated by Bede
(with Modern English from http://www.heorot.dk/bede-caedmon.html copyright Benjamin Slade 2002-3)

Nunc laudare debemus auctorem regni caelestis

Now we ought to praise the maker of the heavenly kingdom

potentiam Creatoris, et consilium illius

the power of the Creator, and his intention

facta Patris gloriae: quomodo ille,

the deeds of the Father of glory: how he,

cum sit aeternus Deus omnium miraculorum auctor exstitit;

since he is the eternal Lord of all miracles has been the author;

qui primo filiis hominum
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who first for the sons of men

caelum pro culmine tecti

heaven for a roof above

dehinc terram custos humani generis

next, the earth, the keeper of the human-race
omnipotens creavit.

the all-powerful created.

Modern English Version:
translated by A.Z. Foreman
Hail now the holder of heaven's realm,
That architect's might, his mind's many ways,
Lord forever and father of glory,
Ultimate crafter of all wonders,
Holy Maker who hoisted the heavens
To roof the heads of the human race,
And fashioned land for the legs of man,
Liege of the worldborn, Lord almighty.

Old English Version:
translated by A.Z. Foreman
Nū sculon heriġean heofonrīċes weard,
Meotodes meahte ond his mōdġeþanc,
weorc wuldorfæder, swā hē wundra ġehwæs,
ēċe Drihten, ōr onstealde.
Hē ǣrest sceōp eorðan bearnum
heofon tō hrōfe, hāliġ Scyppend;
þā middanġeard monncynnes weard,
ēċe Drihten, æfter tēode
fīrum foldan, Frēa ælmihtiġ."

Follow this link for a video reading of this hymn:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29v_adW9dn0

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Are they trying to make me feel old?

First of all, let me explain...I'm not vain; especially about my age. Still, I have reached the point in my life at which my diminishing eyesight and flexibility are making it near impossible for me to paint my own toenails. I'm also finding it increasing difficult to call to mind the word or name I need just when I need it. Case in point: In '08 when I saw my first Obama bumper sticker and (because of the diminishing eyesight and fried brain thingy) thought it said Osama; I thought "What? What does that mean?" I spent the whole election season sounding like some twit out of an SNL skit as I kept verbally tripping over "Obama-Biden", and endeavoring not to let it come out like "Osama BinLaden". I mean, seriously, try to say that six times quickly. It's a friggin' tongue-twister. Then Obama got elected and I thought "Great! I'm even older than the president now!" But at least Biden was out of the news. Mercifully the press changed Osama's name to Usama when he was executed, or school children for generations would have been stymied by that one. I'm also breathing a sigh of relief that Michele Bachmann has withdrawn from the current presidential race, but I'm just paranoid enough to think that she might show up again as the second name on a Republican bumper sticker for 2012. I'm imagining the challenge to newscasters everywhere reporting stories like the following. "Michelle Obama campaigns for her husband, Barack Obama, as Mitt Romney considers Michelle Backman as a running mate".Perhaps they could warm up the old vocal instrument by reading the bumper stickers six times quickly: "Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;..." You see what I mean, right?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

you're welcome here

Haste ye back, we love you dearly,
Call again you're welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow,
And your friends be ever near.
May the paths o'er which you wander,
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back we love you dearly,
Haste ye back on friendship's way.

I attended a small village Ceilidh in Scotland in 1991. At the end of a night of food, drink and dance, when everyone had pitched in to put away chairs and wipe down tables, the men of the town gathered to sing this song to our little group. It was the sweetest send-off ever, and it reminded me of how much we've lost of old world entertainment and hospitality over here in the new world. Apparently it's often sung to departing guests at the end of a party, especially at New Years.
Kinda sweet, right?