RE: https://mastodon.scot/@scotlit/116799308000862152
An alternative account of the Bruce–de Bohun duel at Bannockburn appears in 1066 & ALL THAT (published 1930), by WC Sellar & RJ Yeatman, as one of the reasons (all unfair) for the English defeat
(Historical curiosity: WC Sellar, a Scot, was grandson of Patrick Sellar, the Duke of Sutherland’s factor during the Clearances)
#Scottish #literature #medieval #14thcentury #history #MiddleAges #Bannockburn #humour #1066andAllThat
Looking for Joy in Late Medieval Scotland
3 June, University of Edinburgh & online – free
Dr Kate Ash-Irisarri’s work-in-progress talk will investigate the representation & textual performance of joy, mirth, delight, solace, & wonder in late medieval Scottish literature
@litstudies
https://www.iash.ed.ac.uk/event/dr-kate-ash-irisarri-looking-joy-late-medieval-scotland
#Scottish #literature #medieval #latemedieval #medievalliterature
#OTD, 24 June, in 1314, the Scottish army under King Robert I destroyed a much larger English invasion force at Bannockburn, in one of the most decisive battles in medieval history. In 1793 Robert Burns composed “Scots Wha Hae”, originally entitled “Robert Bruce’s March To Bannockburn”
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#Scottish #literature #Bannockburn #BattleofBannockburn #14thcentury #medieval #history #18thcentury #RobertBurns #poem #poetry #song
Apon the Midsummer evin, mirriest of nichtis,
I muvit furth allane, neir as midnicht wes past…
—in “The Tretis of the Tua Mariit Wemen & the Wedo”, William Dunbar (c1465–1530) eavesdrops on three ladies discussing marriage. What begins as candid moves rapidly to obscene…
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#Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #poem #poetry #satire #medieval #15thcentury #16thcentury #midsummer
Abhainn, allt, uisge: Mar a tha a’ Ghàidhlig a’ sruthadh tron chruth-tire
River, stream, water: How Gaelic flows through the landscape
19 September, National Library of Scotland, Edinburgh – free
Gaelic names for Scotland’s rivers & burns reveal reveal the spread of Gaelic across Scotland, & how medieval people understood their landscape
#Scottish #Scotland #toponymy #placenames #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #medieval
Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson (c. 1100–1158), Earl of Orkney, died #OTD, 20 August.
Rǫgnvaldr was a skilled poet (& after his death – slightly surprisingly – canonised as St Ronald of Orkney – f.d. 20 August). Ian Crockatt has translated many of his poems; this one is from CRIMSONING THE EAGLE’S CLAW: The Viking Poems of Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson (Arc Publications, 2014)
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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Orkney #medieval #Viking #Norse
#Cat with eyebrows. Jean Mansel, ‘La Fleur des histoires ou les hystores rommaines abregies…’, France 1454. Paris, Bibliothèque de l'Arsenal, Ms 5088 réserve, fol. 257r.
#medieval #MedievalArt
Falling #demons. #Apocalypse, Belgium ca. 1313. BnF, Français 13096, fol. 36r.
#medieval #MedievalArt
The Battle of Harlaw was fought #OTD, 24 July, 1411. Before the battle the Clan Donald bard Lachlann Mòr MacMhuirich composed this brosnachadh or incitement to battle. Each line contains 2 describing words, & each successive pair of lines all begin with the same letter while retaining the 7-syllable format of each line. The poet works through the entire Gaelic alphabet in sequence.
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https://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/inverurie/battleofharlaw/index.html
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #medieval #history #battle
Edwin Morgan died #OnThisDay, 19 August, 2010. “Riddle”, the final poem of Morgan’s final collection, 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 (Mariscat, 2010), is a translation of one of the 10th-century Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book riddles, itself a translation of a Latin original by the poet Aldhelm (c639–709 CE)
#Scottish #literature #EdwinMorgan #poem #poetry #translation #riddle #AngloSaxon #medieval
Nine circles of #Hell. #Dante Alighieri, Divina Commedia, Italy c. 1420-1430. BnF, Italien 74, fol. 1v.
#medieval #MedievalArt
Books & roses feature on Eleanor crosses - the memorials erected by a grieving Edward I to his beloved wife Eleanor of Castile. What a way to be remembered!
I've just written about this:
https://www.barnes1.net/clairefromclare/posts/20260827_books_and_roses.html
@medievodons @bookstodon
Hot bath. Cité de Dieu (French translation of St Augustine’s De Civitate Dei), Paris ca. 1475. Paris, Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève, ms. 246, fol. 389r.
#medieval #MedievalArt
![Part of William Dunbar’s “The Tretis Of The Twa Mariit Wemen and the Wedo” from the Chepman and Myllar Prints in the National Library of Scotland, displaying lines 419–53:
Bot courtly and ryght curyus my corse is ther undir:
I drup with a ded luke in my dule habit,
As with manis daill I had done for dayis of my lif.
Quhen that I go to the kirk, cled in cair weid,
As foxe in a lambis fleise fenye I my cheir;
Than lay I furght my bright buke one breid one my kne,
With mony lusty letter ellummynit with gold;
And drawis my clok forthwart our my face quhit,
That I may spy, unaspyit, a space me beside:
Full oft I blenk by my buke, and blynis of devotioun,
To se quhat berne is best brand or bredest in schulderis,
Or forgeit is maist forcely to furnyse a bancat
In Venus chalmer, valyeandly, withoutin vane ruse:
And, as the new mone all pale, oppressit with change,
Kythis quhilis her cleir face through cluddis of sable.
So keik I through my clokis, and castis kynd lukis
To knychtis, and to cleirkis, and cortly personis.
Quhen frendis of my husbandis behaldis me one fer,
I haif a watter spunge for wa, within my wyde clokis,
Than wring I it full wylely and wetis my chekis,
With that watteris myn ene and welteris doune teris.
Than say thai all, that sittis about, "Se ye nought, allace!
Yone lustlese led so lelely scho luffit hir husband:
Yone is a pete to enprent in a princis hert,
That sic a perle of pleasance suld yone pane dre!"
I sane me as I war ane sanct, and semys ane angell;
At langage of lichory I leit as I war crabit:
I sich, without sair hert or seiknes in body;
According to my sable weid I mon haif sad maneris,
Or thai will se all the suth; for certis, we wemen
We set us all fra the syght to syle men of treuth:
We dule for na evill deid, sa it be derne haldin.
Wise wemen has wayis and wonderfull gydingis
With gret engyne to bejaip ther jolyus husbandis;
And quyetly, with sic craft, convoyis our materis […]](/proxy/post_attachment/1103166/55642a1978.webp "Part of William Dunbar’s “The Tretis Of The Twa Mariit Wemen and the Wedo” from the Chepman and Myllar Prints in the National Library of Scotland, displaying lines 419–53:
Bot courtly and ryght curyus my corse is ther undir:
I drup with a ded luke in my dule habit,
As with manis daill I had done for dayis of my lif.
Quhen that I go to the kirk, cled in cair weid,
As foxe in a lambis fleise fenye I my cheir;
Than lay I furght my bright buke one breid one my kne,
With mony lusty letter ellummynit with gold;
And drawis my clok forthwart our my face quhit,
That I may spy, unaspyit, a space me beside:
Full oft I blenk by my buke, and blynis of devotioun,
To se quhat berne is best brand or bredest in schulderis,
Or forgeit is maist forcely to furnyse a bancat
In Venus chalmer, valyeandly, withoutin vane ruse:
And, as the new mone all pale, oppressit with change,
Kythis quhilis her cleir face through cluddis of sable.
So keik I through my clokis, and castis kynd lukis
To knychtis, and to cleirkis, and cortly personis.
Quhen frendis of my husbandis behaldis me one fer,
I haif a watter spunge for wa, within my wyde clokis,
Than wring I it full wylely and wetis my chekis,
With that watteris myn ene and welteris doune teris.
Than say thai all, that sittis about, \"Se ye nought, allace!
Yone lustlese led so lelely scho luffit hir husband:
Yone is a pete to enprent in a princis hert,
That sic a perle of pleasance suld yone pane dre!\"
I sane me as I war ane sanct, and semys ane angell;
At langage of lichory I leit as I war crabit:
I sich, without sair hert or seiknes in body;
According to my sable weid I mon haif sad maneris,
Or thai will se all the suth; for certis, we wemen
We set us all fra the syght to syle men of treuth:
We dule for na evill deid, sa it be derne haldin.
Wise wemen has wayis and wonderfull gydingis
With gret engyne to bejaip ther jolyus husbandis;
And quyetly, with sic craft, convoyis our materis […]")
