Happy St Pat's Day!

[merryclaire]

happy SPD, all...don't forget to wear green!

i, on the other hand, am purposefully not wearing green, in the hopes that one of the little leprachauns really will pinch me...the most action i will have gotten in...oh, let's not bother with a time amount. this is a SPD thread, not the comedy show.

for all you religious buffs, a religious 'fact' to make your day.
legend has it that St Pat compared the 3 leaf clover to the holy trinity when he was doing his best to convert the 'pagans'.

any other interesting St Pat's trivia?

 

[Twila]

His given name was Maewyn, and he was a slave for 6 yrs. Before captivity he was a pagen.

That's all I know. \


Happy St. Maewyn day to ya!

 

[merryclaire]

that's a good one twila!
i think he was british and the irish took him for a slave, which i guess was common in those days, raiding and all...and as an older man, he went back to ireland, to save their souls i guess

 

[Twila]

Waewyn is Welsh I believe. So maybe not british but Welsh? I think that Britian would not allow roving irish in to take it's citizens even in AD365. (notice the pun? Roving Irish....Irish rovers...hahahaha, I slay me)

 

[Ten Packs]

 

[Rick van Opbergen]

Oh ehm, again, happy St. Patrick's Day!

 

[peapod]

The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Hey didn't americans go to war around st. patricks day 8O

 

[Vanni Fucci]

The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Hey didn't americans go to war around st. patricks day 8O

I was going to be using this poem to illustrate a point in my Vanni's Challenge thread...but now you've gone and stolen my thunder...

Thanks a lot, Pea... :evil:

...and the Americans went to war on the 20th I think...on St. Patty's day, Bush gave Saddam and his posse 48 hours to git outta town, or he'd be a'comin'...:wink:

 

[peapod]

tis not I that steals your thunder vanni. Its old scottish jester angus. First thing this morning when I get my coffee, he is tell me this poem word for word off the top of tam, in a scottish accent, and tells me the signifiance.
You otta see him on robbie burns day 8O Since I carry the genes of the fraser I am invited to partake in his haggis celebration. What fun, haggis, boiled potatoes, cabbage and neeps (turnips) 8O 8O 8O and then he becomes robbie burns. You and rev would like the old socialist.