A prolific yet sadly neglected theorist of the national revolution, Aodh de Blácam was an English born convert to Irish nationalism. Involved in a variety of political and journalistic endeavours, de Blácam issued this reply to Oswald Spengler, arguing per the Spenglerian model that Ireland was a springtime nation relative to the more established European nations. More of his writings can be found here courtesy of An Cartlann.

Dr. Spengler, a German writer on history, has made a great stir in recent years by his effort to prove that Western civilization is mortally stricken and soon must die. He rests his theory on the close parallel between the present state of Europe and its state when the civilization of the ancients was dying. He draws a hundred startling comparisons. When Rome was near to destruction, it was rich, powerful and vile. From backward lands it drew its food and its wealth, even as Europe now; it built prodigious palaces, stadia and aqueducts, but it housed its people in crowded tenements. In place of its old austere morality, it embraced the love of pleasure. When it was richest, and its people most debased, it fell, and great was its ruin.

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Dr. Spengler argues that destruction is at hand. He traces in every civilization four periods, which he compares with Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. In the Spring-time of a nation the folk are close to the land, and towns are but market towns; rulers are simple patriarchs. The literature is made up of ballads, epics and heroic tales – compositions which reflect their own virile, wholesome life. In the summer of a culture, the philosophers and great artists rise, to elaborate the old simple writings; a Sophocles composes tragedies where Homer had told but a fine story in verse.

Then comes the Autumn, when the towns have come to dominate. This is the time when cheap wit is the fashion among the vulgar. In this time, too, class distinctions amount to a complete divorce between the upper and the lower, and class war is rampant. Finally, there comes the Winter, when ideals have perished and the whole people is given over to materialism; henceforth there is no more literature, no art of any worth. The practical man rules. Material expansion is the single thought. Invention follows invention; the craze for speed consumes vital energy, and so the race plunges forward to destruction.

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When a writer says that he believes that Western civilization is falling he is called a pessimist. Perhaps he is really an optimist. Was it not well for the world that the vile old civilisation of Rome, built upon a tenement-housed population of slaves, passed away? How otherwise could the virile young nations of Christendom have arisen? When we survey the urban civilisations of our own time, with their shoddy cinematograph amusements to stupefy a mass of wage-slaves, just as the circuses of old stupefied the mobs of Rome – with their worship of wealth, their ugliness and joylessness and disease – are we pessimists if we think that Providence soon will make a clear sweep of the mess, and will makes a way for the unspoilt peoples?

Here it is that the Gaelic movement has a special importance. The literature of the Gael is one of the Springtime.  The stories and poems which our people have cherished are heroic. The civilisation of Ireland was heroic until its fall under foreign might. The heroic ideal was never abandoned; the intruding civilisation of skepticism and materialism never was accepted. Always the Gael resisted the urban system. Revolt after revolt sought to re-establish the old native standards of life and literature. In the Gaeltacht to this very day we have an heroic people little changed from the days when Red Hugh limped home and the folks of the countryside went “booleying” on the moors. In other parts beyond the Pale, much the same life holds on, despite the break of language. Even now, Fionn and Oisin would feel at home in our farm-houses, and Odysseus might sail into our little ports and recognize in the stalwart fishermen, giants of body and noble of mind, men who sat in order in his vessels and smote the sounding furrows of the sea.

Our literature is heroic. The ancient sagas – the strong warlike tales of the Red Branch, and the more romantic and charming and naturally beautiful tales of the Fianna – remained the chief substance of our Gaelic literature as long as that literature was being made folklore was in harmony with the manuscripts that the scribes copied. Down to our days, the typical Shanachie was he who could recite a Fenian lay. Every poet sprinkled his verses with allusion to the heroic tales, and the Gaelic folk whom the planters replaced were likened to the companions of Fionn. The heroes, in brief, were to the folk of all our cottages the household mythology, and our people dwelt imaginatively in the heroic world.

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The word “heroic” is used vaguely nowadays, but it has a precise meaning, and it is the meaning which is implied here. Turn to the Odyssey, or to any good writer on that sublime old tale. There you have the heroic life most fully and vividly depicted. Odysseus id the head of an island community, much resembling an Irish tuath. The kings of his day are big farmers; their houses resemble big Irish farmsteads, down to the midden in the courtyard. Strength and beauty of body are admired; sentimentality and all other weaknesses are despised. Among these people, great of body and clean of mind, poetry is honoured – and when vengeance falls on the usurpers, the bard is spared for his craft’s sake. Poetry among these heroic folk is concerned with brave deeds, with the beauty of houses, ships, swords, ploughs, clothes, and food vessels. The natural virtues are held in high respect, as in all virile, healthy societies. Vice, treachery, and cowardice are loathed.

It is in moral character that the Odyssey most closely resembles the Irish tales. A great stress is laid by Professors Ridgeway on the marvelous material parallels between early Gaelic Ireland and Homer’s Greece. He finds in the chariots, the helmets, and the art such close similarities that he declares the Irish Gaels and Homer’s Achaeans were one and the same people. Yet, the moral parallel is even more striking. The heroes of homer have virtues, rare in the dying urban civilisation, which are identical with those of our Fenian heroes. There is respect between man and man; concern for troubled folk, admiration for simplicity and honour. When Telemachus says that he loves Ithaca, his native island that has no pasture save for goats, more than any rich, strange land, old Nestor strokes the lad’s hand and says: “Your words prove that you are the son of one who is truly noble.” That might be said in the Gaeltacht any day. When, again, the youth comes to the house of Helen and Menelaus, talk of the olden war and the brave men who fell sets all of them to weep. There is an exactly similar incident at the beginning of Agallamh na Seanorach, wherein the woman warrior recalls the Fianna to the last of the heroes, and the company falls silent in tears.

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  1. Irelands ancient past is indeed full of heroism, bravery, fine craftsmanship, mysticism, epic poetry, valour, natural healing sciences, advanced celestial sciences, advanced law systems and a strong bit of supernatural stuff aswell (They believed in portals, doorways to the otherworld)

    You almost never hear about it from RTE, they should be having animations, films, documentaries about it, glorifying it, and making irish people feel proud of irelands ancient history and stone structures. There should be TV stations dedicated specifically to irish language lessons so that it can be given life.

    There needs to be a need to look back to ancient times to connect with majestic nature of the magical island of Ireland. Forget all foreign institutions for a moment, the ugly monster windmills, the boring victorian architecture. Start to look way way back into the past to find the magic. Find the roots of Ireland. Romanticize the past.

    Think of the abundence of undisturbed native indigenous forests and wildlife, the howling of the wolves, the indigenous eagles flying over the lakes with their haunting but beautiful wingspans, the shaking of the ground as wild boars and deer run through the dense forests. Can you imagine what a golden bronze sunset looked like at that time? with a strong breeze shaking the leaves of the sacred trees taken care of by the druids and protected by druidic laws, an enormous supply of organic apples, nuts etc. Imagine the ancestors forging majestic works of bronze or iron in an unspoiled countryside, an artistic people, a people with high style and high fashion. Imagine as they rode out in their chariots under the glow of the sunset with their bronze helmets and glistening armour reflecting the sun light. A heroic race of people. Imagine no light pollution and clear open sky at night, the silvery moon, the fires blazing as they recite poetry and talk about mystical ideals.

    Imagine them painting themselves in indigo blue and enjoying ferocious MASCULINE hurling contests after breakfast, with hand carved hurleys, no machines all truly hand made. Imagine them going out in their hunts in the afternoon bringing home the finest organic deer and having a feast. Imagine them creating the finest organic mead and organic beer drinking from the cauldrons.

    Imagine the natural beauty of the women, long haired blonde, brunette women, pale as snow, blue, green, hazel, honey coloured jewels as eyes, with stylized celtic natural paint markings for makeup, golden torcs for jewellry and obedient and loyal to their men, but still free, fierce and independent women in their own right. There is magic there, the poetry, the martial culture, a purity in wildness, an atlantis surrounded by an electrified OCEAN crashing against the rocks creating vibrations of energy that the ancient irish felt empowered by.

    A poem by the ancient Ollamh Érenn Amhairghin Glúngheal from the (Lebor Gabála Érenn). Amhairghin Glúngheal was an ancient Druid, poet and bard of ireland.

    Am gáeth i mmuir. ar domni.
    Am tond trethan i tír.
    Am fúaim mara.
    Am dam secht ndírend.
    Am séig i n-aill.
    Am dér gréne.
    Am caín.
    Am torc ar gail.
    Am hé i llind.
    Am loch i mmaig
    Am briandai.
    Am brí a ndai
    Am gai i fodb. feras feochtu.
    Am dé delbas do chind codnu.
    Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe.
    Cia on cotagair aesa éscai
    Cia dú i llaig funiud grene.
    Cia beir búar o thig Temrach.
    Cia buar Tethrach tibi.
    Cia dain.
    Cia dé delbas faebru. a ndind ailsiu.
    Cáinté im gaí cainte gaithe.

    Hauntingly beautiful poem, an echo from the past.

    A Beautiful unspoiled land, low population density, lots of wild forests and wildlife, a heroic culture, advanced law system. Riding chariots and the wind blowing their hair. They lived like kings they did.

    Organic food, no crap! OH WAIT? NO crowded urbanisation and NO FUCKING MORTGAGES EITHER.

    Would be great to have a time-machine to see it.

    The victorian brits and their fucked up degeneracy fucked a lot of irish nature up, their landlords planted foreign trees, gardens that poisoned the native trees, indeed you could say the british victorians systematically harmed the superior language of Gaeilge, and created a plantation of forest destroying farmers to create a breadbasket to feed their empire.

    The british empire was a plague upon Ireland.

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  2. Where are the heroes today? Today’s heroes are more likely to be football players and actors, X Factor winners, not brave men who will stand up for all that’s good. God fearing men, not ashamed of it. Social media is more lethal than any weapon of old. Who will stand up against it?

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    1. We have many proud Irish Republicans who stand proud every day! We will always stand proud and speak of our rights and heritage. You won’t find too heroes in FFG for sure tho!

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  3. A way of life that every native Irish man and woman should aspire to. More than ever before it’s importance cannot be disregarded.

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  4. Katie McGrath 16/09/2021 at 10:58 am

    Is it possible to buy an English translation of Agallamh na Seanorach? I enjoy reading Homer’s Odyssey and would love to be able to do the same with stories from the ancient Gaelic world.

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