Here is a repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them.
The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
But I do continue on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, on WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though your weekendage may vary, (these are archived for a couple of months).
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|There was so little violent public outcry last time I wheeled out the notorious Moshemoshe Dareno-otakudesuka’s1 famous Hairimeraku , that I say “Damn the protest marchers and lets’s do it again!”|
|Oh dear! I always seem to be putting out this sort of 'intellectual thing', you know, I'm always spouting about music and history and keep on reciting poetry, so that by now people are constantly asking me who is my favourite writer, and even though it's obviously my own fault I am beginning to get just a little peeved by the repetition. So to crush this bug in the bud, as it were, I will tell all of you, and hope that you will tell everyone else.|
My absolute most favourite-ist writer in the whole wide world is Orrm .
|There is a frantic fascination now-a-days with translations of that great Old English poem Beowulf, from the poetical transmogrification into the Oirish of Heaneywulf by Seamus Heaney, through to more ; even more ; and to absolutely totally ; weird translations to film.|
|I've got to stop reading the Beeb site---you know the enormous site that the BBC has on the web. You see I have been checking it every single day now for absolute years, just to see if that old patriotic song There'll Always be an England has remained true for a given value of "Always" including, but not limited to, today. Anyway I really must stop, not so much because I've finally accepted England's eternity, nor because I've finally decided that I don't care, but rather because the buggers at the Beeb are really messing with my mind.|
|Some years ago I introduced to the non-hiberno-nipponic world the hairimeraku of the great master Moshemoshe Dareno-otakudesuka and now, due to a lack of popular requests not to, I’ve decided that it’s about time I brought you some more of his gems.|
|It was the best of times; it was the worst of times---at least it was and, it appears, still is for those of us who love Old English poetry in general and its most important surviving example Beowulf in particular.|
|Well, with all the zooching around the strato- and other spheres that I’ve been doing this summer, I’ve had a golden opportunity to watch a lot of the sort of movies I would not usually be caught dead watching. |
|Now listen up you lot! I’ve been mollycoddling you and grading you on a curve for far too long, and now it’s time to get down to some serious and scholarly work; so for the next period we are going to look at some Middle Scots Poetry, but don’t worry too much because it will be late Middle Scots Poetry, and very late Middle Scots Poetry at that. The text for today’s lesson is William Dunbar’s touching and notorious poem of courtly love ‘In Secreit Place This Hyndir Nycht’ written around the year 1500.|
|Prepare to shed ’em now! … |
|I almost, but not quite, had an argument the other day with Lee-the-Lady-Friend (who she insists should never be confused with Conan-the-Barbarian, which is probably why the argument wasn't quite). This almost disagreeable occasion occurred, during a reading of my most recent essay to her over the phone, when she recognised one of the many un-attributed quotations I lard my texts with. She accused me of plagiarism and just couldn't be convinced that it wasn't bad, evil and rather shady (lady friends can be like that).|