In this episode I read and enjoy Seamus Heaney’s lovely little poem with you If you wish you can occasionally encourage me with coffee and cake here: www.buymeacoffee.com/malcolmg...
Regarding re-shelving of books: My Family- It's Saturday, let's clean the house. Dad, work on the basement where we keep the library. Dad- I'll work on the books first. Tidy it up! (8 Hours later) My Family- Where's Dad?
A parishioner sent me this poem. She had worked off it as a poetry professor over many years. It helped me love my name, and helped me continue to put down good roots.
Beautiful. I've been contemplating the Farewell Discourse a lot recently (John 14-17) and considering the beauty of the Vine image. When we come to the Lord's Table, we partake of the physical fruit of the vine as we imbibe the sweet, gladsome nourishment of Our Lord's Presence. Lord, fill me with Thy swich liquor, that I may bear good fruit of True Righteousness and be not cast away. In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Wonderful to come home to your fabulous reading Malcolm. I’ve been in Columbus Ohio as the international guest at a Filk music festival. One of my best memories is of the final singing circle where a musician put out percussion implements and asked us to make a sea soundscape. One of them was a rainstick! Which I got to play with while thinking of Heaney’s poem and your reading.
Thanks for sharing Malcolm. Incredibly, I was at Glendalough a couple of days ago - after visiting the Peterson pipe shop of course! - and went up to St Kevin's cell. It was a truly inspiring place with a beautiful view but I also found it awe inspiring to imagine the faith needed to live like they did back then.
Hi Malcom, good to see you on this platform, and thanks for posting this video. As it happens, I just finished teaching poems from this collection, including "St. Kevin," and also from the previous collection, "Seeing Things."
oh... so refreshing to listen to you again, it has been a while. And, well, I am oh-so-pleased that your books and the space to come to us from is pleasantly disorganized and comfortably imperfect.
As a catholic and a freemason that bit about the spirit level and the plum line was very deep. It sounded very masonic. Loved the experts.... also a question in your tradition can we refer to you as father, reverend, or vicar what is the proper monicar. That I can refer to you properly in future comments. Ps I just found your vedios and I am thoroughly enjoying them. I am a 24 year old father of two from South Central Los Angeles. I started being a Dad when j was 18. Faith in our Lord is what has gotten me and mine this far. I am also a cigar and pipe smoker a hobby I learned from my grandpa and that has kept me out of alot of trouble. I like to think it has accompanied me in those moments of deep contemplation and growing up a young father must do. So this channel really resinates with me.
I’ve just stumbled upon your poetry via a pipe smoking interview with Matt Fradd (Pints with Aquinas). Your poem was, in my opinion, more lovely and profoundly stirring than Heaney’s. I am quite moved and feel I’ve uncovered a goldmine. Thank you
Love having an early morning pipe 🔥while watching your latest production. Thank you for your creativity and for sharing your knowledge Reverend. Best wishes. And happy piping to you.
Always a surprise with you, Guite. Do you have any recommendations on good scholarship inti Mr. Punch? I come at this from a long lost reclaimed interest in Eshu Elegba from Nigerian culture. I am an artist and I want to make a a Punch puppet, but I want to know who he is.
I really love everything that you have expounded on that just want to know what do you think about Christopher Hitchens? Do you have any thoughts about that man
I've got an idea Malcolm. How about a "pipe and Christ evening"? A few of us Norfolk locals come to your study with our pipes and tobacco, and have a good smoke while you teach us a bible study!
The slender reshelving of poetry, or was it Reshelving of slender poetry. Oh, what is it slender poetry that I must bother with it. I really must stop the clouds Of profound nonsense. I huff into the chair and send clouds And St Kenin and Blackbird into the air
“Slender volumes of modern poetry “ I have never heard anyone say that in my life.❤
Regarding re-shelving of books:
My Family- It's Saturday, let's clean the house. Dad, work on the basement where we keep the library.
Dad- I'll work on the books first. Tidy it up!
(8 Hours later)
My Family- Where's Dad?
A parishioner sent me this poem. She had worked off it as a poetry professor over many years. It helped me love my name, and helped me continue to put down good roots.
Beautiful. I've been contemplating the Farewell Discourse a lot recently (John 14-17) and considering the beauty of the Vine image. When we come to the Lord's Table, we partake of the physical fruit of the vine as we imbibe the sweet, gladsome nourishment of Our Lord's Presence. Lord, fill me with Thy swich liquor, that I may bear good fruit of True Righteousness and be not cast away. In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
I've always very much liked this poem. St. Kevin's story is inspiring.
Wonderful to come home to your fabulous reading Malcolm. I’ve been in Columbus Ohio as the international guest at a Filk music festival. One of my best memories is of the final singing circle where a musician put out percussion implements and asked us to make a sea soundscape. One of them was a rainstick! Which I got to play with while thinking of Heaney’s poem and your reading.
How many times do you get to have someone read to you !!!??? So glad I found this gentleman.
Thanks for sharing Malcolm. Incredibly, I was at Glendalough a couple of days ago - after visiting the Peterson pipe shop of course! - and went up to St Kevin's cell. It was a truly inspiring place with a beautiful view but I also found it awe inspiring to imagine the faith needed to live like they did back then.
Good Evening Professor 😊Beautiful 👏🏼 Thanks for Sharing 👍🏼 Have a Fantastic Weekend & Greetings from South Africa 🇿🇦
So lovely, dear poetry professor. Always lovely to stop by and learn a nugget and hear some great lines.
Hi Malcom, good to see you on this platform, and thanks for posting this video. As it happens, I just finished teaching poems from this collection, including "St. Kevin," and also from the previous collection, "Seeing Things."
Thanks Thomas, the more I read Heany the greater he becomes in my estimation
Great job!! It is truly an honor to listen to you read these poems!!
oh... so refreshing to listen to you again, it has been a while. And, well, I am oh-so-pleased that your books and the space to come to us from is pleasantly disorganized and comfortably imperfect.
As a catholic and a freemason that bit about the spirit level and the plum line was very deep. It sounded very masonic. Loved the experts.... also a question in your tradition can we refer to you as father, reverend, or vicar what is the proper monicar. That I can refer to you properly in future comments.
Ps I just found your vedios and I am thoroughly enjoying them. I am a 24 year old father of two from South Central Los Angeles. I started being a Dad when j was 18. Faith in our Lord is what has gotten me and mine this far. I am also a cigar and pipe smoker a hobby I learned from my grandpa and that has kept me out of alot of trouble. I like to think it has accompanied me in those moments of deep contemplation and growing up a young father must do. So this channel really resinates with me.
nice to hear from you, most call me Malcolm, but some do call me Father malcolm especially when I am preaching or celebrating the eucharist
@@MalcolmGuitespell Father Malcom it is.
@@MalcolmGuitespell We masons like our honorifics we got that from our European counterparts.
I’ve just stumbled upon your poetry via a pipe smoking interview with Matt Fradd (Pints with Aquinas).
Your poem was, in my opinion, more lovely and profoundly stirring than Heaney’s. I am quite moved and feel I’ve uncovered a goldmine. Thank you
you are most kind!
Love having an early morning pipe 🔥while watching your latest production. Thank you for your creativity and for sharing your knowledge Reverend. Best wishes. And happy piping to you.
Ooo I love the video of Seamus Heaney reading the poem. I saw this title and had to click and watch.
Such vivid imagery. Loved this :)
Wonderful poem!
Thanks for listening
And there was I thinking Kevin was a scarecrow 🤣
I have just found your marvelous channel! Why have they stopped teaching poetry in schools here in Australia? This is wonderful!
Thank you for introducing me to another poet! I appreciate his poem and yours.
Beautiful, thank you.
Lovely💗
Looking well Malcolm.❤
I identify with Kevin, because I am a Kevin!... and I've also got a bloody painful neck.
Ps, this channel is truly good, thank you for it :)
With Christmas 🎄 looming, for me it’s
O Dear Lord! 😂
The dear man helps me forget my truly mindless prejudices…
❤ St Kevin ☘️
Always a surprise with you, Guite. Do you have any recommendations on good scholarship inti Mr. Punch? I come at this from a long lost reclaimed interest in Eshu Elegba from Nigerian culture. I am an artist and I want to make a a Punch puppet, but I want to know who he is.
he is part if the Punch and Judy puppet theatre. there is a good article here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punch_and_Judy
Have you read Heaney's work on "mad" sweeney, that's where the tree-peoples get a good working through...
yes, I love those poems
I really love everything that you have expounded on that just want to know what do you think about Christopher Hitchens? Do you have any thoughts about that man
Malcolm, I'm making an illuminated manuscript of Keats', 'To Autumn' and should very much like to send you a copy, or even the original. God bless.
That's very kind. Email me at malcolmguite 'at' gmail and I'll send you my address
I've got an idea Malcolm. How about a "pipe and Christ evening"? A few of us Norfolk locals come to your study with our pipes and tobacco, and have a good smoke while you teach us a bible study!
might be an idea!
The slender reshelving of poetry, or was it
Reshelving of slender poetry.
Oh, what is it slender poetry that
I must bother with it.
I really must stop the clouds
Of profound nonsense.
I huff into the chair and send clouds
And St Kenin and Blackbird into the air