earthweal weekly challenge: An Anthropocene Michaelmas

Samuel Palmer, “The Harvest Moon,” 1833

 

September 29 is the Festival of St. Michael, patron saint of ocean-farers, boater of the dead to the afterlife and, down deeper, the old sea-god Manannan.

According to Carmichael, “As patron saint of the sea St. Michael had temples dedicated to him round the coast wherever Celts were situated. Examples of these are Mount St. Michael in Brittany and in Cornwall, and Aird Michael in South and North Uist, and elsewhere.” (Carmina Gadelica, 77)

Falling near the autumn equinox, the festival is one of four solar “quarter days” through the year, Lady Day (March 25), Midsummer (June 21), Michaelmas and Christmas (December 25). The pagan festivals which preceded them fall on “cross-quarter” days are midpoints between equinoxes and soltices – Candlemas (Feb. 2), Beltane or May Day (May 1), Lammas (August 1) and Samhain (Nov. 1) The act of giving on Michaelmas is a form of farewell to the productive year and a welcome to the new cycle which begins with a slow retreat and dying.

There are similar solar festivals in Hinduism and Buddhism; Islamic festivals follow the lunar calendar.

Carmichael, again:

On the 29th of September a festival in honour of St. Michael is held throughout the Western Coasts and Isles. This is much the most imposing pageant and much the most popular demonstration of the Celtic year. Many causes conduce to this—causes which move the minds and hearts of the people to the utmost tension. To the young the Day is a day of promise, to the old a day of fulfilment, to the aged a day of retrospect. It is a day when Pagan cult and Christian doctrine meet and mingle like the lights and shadows on their own Highland hills.

The Eve of St. Michael is the eve of bringing in of the carrots, of baking of struan {a Scottish harvest bread] of killing the lamb, of stealing the horses. The Day of St. Michael is the day of the early mass, the day of the sacrificial lamb, the day of the distribution of the struan, the day of the pilgrimage to the burial-ground of the fathers, the day of the burial ground service, the day of the burial-ground circuiting, the day of giving and receiving the carrots with their wishes and acknowledgements, and the day of the oda – the athletics of the men and the racing of the horses. And the Night of Michael is the night of the dance and the song, the merry-marking, of the love-making and of the love-gifts. (ibid.)

These Celtic-Christian festivals have all but vanished, though you can find Renaissance fairs and medieval reenactors celebrating them in some form. (At my father’s Columcille, fairly robust Samhain and Beltane festivals have been celebrated for two decades, though the liturgy is fanciful and ecumenically scattershot. In 1995 I held create a Michaelmas festival for the community.)

Festivals were great gatherings of the human community in celebrations of unity, culture, common purpose and faith. Modernity has ebbed greatly those qualities, and festivals are marginal, not central.

We have also learned much about the greater community humans are just one part of. It has not been an easy education for any. Mastery by a species both terribly powerful and awfully blind has shadowed much of Earth’s future.

Accelerating climate change brings to the horizon many firsts that are hard to face, much less accept—2020 alone, 5 million acres of burnt wilderness out in US West still early in the fire season, 40 million acres in Australia, 380 dead pilot whales in Tasmania, 356 elephants dead of toxic algae in Botswana, millions of birds suffocated by Western wildfire smoke, 3 billion animals expired in Australia, sea life greatly vanquished by ocean heat waves. Every week I have a new list; but rather than account these as firsts, one scientist recommends that we think of them as the last time we will only see this much destruction in the fast-heating 21st Century.

As the global year’s tide now turns—toward winter in the Northern Hemisphere, and summer in the South—I wonder what Michaelmas festival poems of the Anthropocene look like. Can we sing to the elements, sing to the depths, sing to the animals, sing to the change and its ghosts, and sing to our fellows? There’s no going back to pre-Christian 400 AD, much less the suburbs of the 1950s: We must comfit ourselves to this turning page. Maybe the music can only sound ironic and dreadful; maybe not. It is up to us to find out.

So what is your Michaelmas poem(s)?

— Brendan

8 thoughts on “earthweal weekly challenge: An Anthropocene Michaelmas

  1. This was a fascinating and informative post, Brendan – thank you. We do seem to have lost the community/festive spirit, certainly in the UK. In Spain it is still much stronger, though not necessarily in tune with the rhythm of the earth. A sobering recommendation, that we think of disastrous climate-related events as ‘the last time we will only see this much destruction in the fast-heating 21st Century.’ You have given me much pause for thought about composing a Michelmas poem.

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  2. I was amazed to write a poem that isnt doom and gloom today – not watching the news for my several days away made a difference. My first post-apocalyptic poem. LOL.

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