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On the Footsteps of Forgotten Saints, Redux

In a previous post, I argued that the little corner of the world where I currently live was probably home to a mostly-forgotten holyist; Silyn Sant.

Hopefully I covered the key pieces of evidence before, but suffice it to say that they were: Cultural (the high prevalence of Sulien; Silyn; Silin; Silian terminology used in Welsh landscapes), Folkloric (local traditions about the life of Silyn Sant who lived in these parts), and Historic (archaeological discoveries dating back to the 5th-6th centuries).

As you know, we ran into some murky waters when we considered another, more famous early Christian saint, Giles the Hermit. Later historians preferred the idea that our eccentric Silyn Sant was in fact Giles by another name. I’ve been thinking about these two god-botherers, and the fact that their hagiographies are so achingly similar. One tantalizing possibility is that: if Saint Giles was 7th-8th Century, and the Silbandus Stone of Silyn Sant was 5th-6th – then perhaps Saint Giles borrowed/recreated this hagiography from an older Welsh myth-cycle?

St. Giles…or Silyn Sant?

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Hypergraphia I

It is not so unusual for writers to dream of libraries, where endless mahogany shelves are weighted with tomes and pamphlets; where the air is thick with the scent of resin, ink, and the vanilla of old paper. A type of heaven for us, perhaps.

I dream not of a library – but of a reading room. Maybe it is just one adjunct in that word house of the mind; a cubby-nook with rounded, comfortable chairs and aging afternoon light from the simple window. A lamp. A side-table. A rug on the floor. I never needed much.

In here, some wise custodian has preserved all the things we might forget; the private languages of lovers now separated; the baby-talk, the jokes that can never be understood by another. In the pages of this little room are words that are inimically bounded by time; and the stories of singular days, of hours, of moments.

All the things we might forget.

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