Birth of purgatory
Medievalist Jacques Le Goffdefines the “birth of purgatory”, i.e. the conception of purgatory as a physical place, rather than merely as a state, as occurring between 1170 and 1200. Le Goff acknowledged that the notion of purification after death, without the medieval notion of a physical place, existed in antiquity, arguing specifically that Clement of Alexandria, and his pupil Origen of Alexandria, derived their view from a combination of biblical teachings, though he considered vague concepts of purifying and punishing fire to predate Christianity.
While the idea of purgatory as a process of cleansing thus dated back to early Christianity, the 12th century was the heyday of medieval otherworld-journey narratives such as the Irish Visio Tnugdali, and of pilgrims’ tales about St. Patrick’s Purgatory, a cavelike entrance to purgatory on a remote island in Ireland. The legend of St Patrick’s Purgatory written in that century by Hugh of Saltry, also known as Henry of Sawtry, was “part of a huge, repetitive contemporary genre of literature of which the most familiar today is Dante’s”; another is the Visio Tnugdali.
Other legends localized the entrance to Purgatory in places such as a cave on the volcanic Mount Etna in Sicily. Thus the idea of purgatory as a physical place became widespread on a popular level, and was defended also by some theologians.
image: Image of a fiery purgatory in the Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry
Joe Paterno’s final season began with wins—lots of them—and for a while it seemed as if he might retire at the top of his sport, an unblemished icon. It ended with TV cameras surrounding his house, a dying old man at his kitchen table writing a forced letter of resignation—and leaving the rest of us to wonder if we ever really knew Joe Pa at all. Our exclusive excerpt from a new biography:
“Dad,” he asked his father again, “did you know anything about Sandusky?”
“Other than the thing Mike told me, no,” Joe answered.
“Nothing? No rumors? The coaches never talked about it?”
“No. I don’t listen to rumors. Nothing.”
“Dad, this is really important. If there is anything you heard…”
“I didn’t hear anything, why are you badgering me? What do I know about Jerry Sandusky? I’ve got Nebraska to think about, I can’t worry about this.” Nebraska was the next game.
“I had to do everything I could to not cry right then,” Scott recalled.
Today has been the rarest of all Scottish days, sunny.
So instead of going outside I’ve decided to stay inside all day and listen to music.
As part of that I just listened to Baroness’ new album Yellow & Green (I know I’m late to the show). It is perhaps the best “hard rock” album I’ve listened to in a very long time.
Now I don’t know exactly what “hard rock” is but I’ve always worked with the very loose definition that it is mostly bands from the 90s onwards who try to sound like they are opening for Zeppelin in ‘76.
Now Baroness have always had that Classic Rock influence to their sound. Previous releases though have seen it used sparingly as an accompaniment to their impressive progressive metal.
Yellow & Green place it at the heart of the compositions creating something I think is really special and will make you feel like you’re 14 again.
Paste Magazine have to whole album available to stream here.
Let’s get together and talk about the modern age.//All of our friends were gathered there with their pets //just talking shit about how we’re all so upset about the disappearing ground.//As we watch it melt…
”On the morning of Friday, September 20, 1985, the first equinoctial storm of the year broke over the city of Rome. I awoke to thunder and lightning; and thought I was, yet again, in the Second World War…”
As Wikileaks continues its decline into obscurity it forgets how to spell the name of the profession it sought to revolutionize. Classic.
Google is amazing. Farming your data to feed to the robot apocalypse machine but amazing.