Scottish weavers have a pattern they call barleycorn? What is it, and is it the same as American barley corn?
Lammas Lughnasadh is a decorative Folk Art inspired art print of an illustration by Charlotte Thomson-Morley. inspired by Witchcraft and Folk Traditions, it is one of the Celtic festivals of the Pagan Wheel of the Year. The artwork depicts the Goddess and John BarleyCorn - Inspired by folklore tale/song/tradition of John Barleycorn who is a personification of the grain - he gives his life for a good grain harvest which symbolises the cutting of the grain. When you drink the alcohol the grain is used to make you're symbolically drinking his blood...gotta love a morbid folk song! Choose from either the artwork in shades of orange and yellow, or a more gothic vibe with the black version with red highlight. Product details:- * Choice of orange and yellow tone print OR black and red print. * Size A4 - 210 x 297mm. * Hand signed by the artist. * Professionally & ethically printed in the UK on satin card. * Packaged for the post in a high quality protective box. * Watermarks are for online security and will not feature on your art print.
John Barleycorn is a traditional English harvest legend, and is a metaphor for the cycle of birth, suffering, death and eventual rebirth.
This gent is quite charming and is marked on the bottom Made in england. Designed by Charles Noke. Sort of looks like the man in the moon. 12-3-19
John Barleycorn is an autobiographical novel by Jack London dealing with his enjoyment of and struggles with alcoholism. It was published in 1913. The title is taken from the British folksong "John Barleycorn."
Mrs Black's vintage dealers at The Emporium, Hungerford, Bershire.
Ok, so as absentee custodian of this blog, it is my duty to report that I've finally completed my move into my new apartment and am mostly unpacked now. At the very least, I'm back online and able to write more frequently. Starting now! So here we are at the crux of another holiday....Lughnasadh/ Lammas/ Loaf Mass / gee ain't it hot out! Today is also a full moon, so I'm going to keep this pithy and relatively short. For most of the big holidays, a few of the local traditionalist groups in Chicago metro and their various pagany pals and retinues gather together to celebrate the sabbat together, feast, make merry, gossip about each other and the "pagan community at large" and just have a general good time. Some of us are a few decades or more into the Craft, so we have that tongue-in-cheek sense of humor about things, which makes rituals fun and mostly light-hearted. As we hail from different trads, we do a round-robin thing with a different HPS hostessing the rite and sharing a watered-down (read: not oathbound) version of how their group would normally celebrate the seasonal rite. This time, it is my turn to wear the pointy shoes and striped tights (well, since we're not doing the Gardy thing, I have to wear something y'know!) And I'm really quite excited to write a little ditty for this particular festival. I like the harvest festivals. Something about the winding down of Summertime's extreme exertions of heat and growth and production of bursting fruit...the coming to term...the ripening...the culmination of all that abundance, by way of making the outcomes into something nourishing, sustaining...the PURPOSE of it that potent energy to yield a tangible result that you can now hold in your hands, take a big bite out of and pronounce it YUMMY, FILLING and GOOD! I like the healthy WHOOSH! of the scythe in the field --- or in this modern age, to see the combine rolling all that grain and corn through the blades, shooting it in a magnificent arc into the waiting bin trailing along behind. Yeah, and I really like the clever old English poem about Mr. Barleycorn. You've probably heard it set to music by Steeleye Span or maybe Traffic....yummy! The tale of the seed, growing to shoot through the soil, gracefully reaching upward toward the sun, turning golden with the Midsummer heat and then ol' John Barleycorn's eventual demise at the hands of the reapers, the miller and finally being partially ingested and partially reseeded so that he would return again the following year. Gotta love a story with an adventuresome plot. First, the rise of our gentle hero in who is faced with dangerous odds. Then there's his struggle to prepare himself for battle, followed by a wild chase and a climactic moment when our hero recognizes that the situation calls for making a "personal" sacrifice for the greater good. He offers himself up, and in a twist of fate, finds that his choice offers him rewards beyond imagining. He becomes a legend, a symbol and blessing to others. Nourishment for the spirit. Sharing bounty among family, friends, community. Labor and hope made manifest. Real. Tangible and yet ephemeral. Breaking bread. Warm barley cakes drizzled with clover honey...and whisky aged in barrels that offer a heat which warms from inside when you take a sip. Gratitude for work, for toil which yields plenty.
Mrs Black's vintage dealers at The Emporium, Hungerford, Bershire.
John Barleycorn is an autobiographical novel by Jack London dealing with his struggles with alcoholism. It was published in 1913. The title is taken from the British folksong "John Barleycorn". - Excerpted from Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia.
Model: 4504T_L_DARK BROWN BARLEYCORN / TAN
Eastbourne Lammas festival
Pub #174: John Barleycorn has pretentions of becoming a gastro pub, but the food IS actually remarkably good. I am usually one of those phillistines that only thinks of good value as the most amou…
Pub #174: John Barleycorn has pretentions of becoming a gastro pub, but the food IS actually remarkably good. I am usually one of those phillistines that only thinks of good value as the most amou…
Classic Jack London novel. According to Wikipedia: "Jack London (1876 – 1916) was an American author who wrote The Call of the Wild, White Fang, and The Sea Wolf along with many other popular books. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first Americans to make a lucrative career exclusively from writing."
July in Ashcombe, South Devon, SW England. An organic barley crop grows in the foreground. This is an HDR photo... a combination of 3 differently exposed shots. 3 shot RAW from Canon 300d DLR. 28-135mm Sigma lens at 28mm. F4 1/400 ISO 100, F16 1/400 ISO 100, F8 1/400 ISO 100
Lammas Lughnasadh is a decorative Folk Art inspired art print of an illustration by Charlotte Thomson-Morley. inspired by Witchcraft and Folk Traditions, it is one of the Celtic festivals of the Pagan Wheel of the Year. The artwork depicts the Goddess and John BarleyCorn - Inspired by folklore tale/song/tradition of John Barleycorn who is a personification of the grain - he gives his life for a good grain harvest which symbolises the cutting of the grain. When you drink the alcohol the grain is used to make you're symbolically drinking his blood...gotta love a morbid folk song! Choose from either the artwork in shades of orange and yellow, or a more gothic vibe with the black version with red highlight. Product details:- * Choice of orange and yellow tone print OR black and red print. * Size A4 - 210 x 297mm. * Hand signed by the artist. * Professionally & ethically printed in the UK on satin card. * Packaged for the post in a high quality protective box. * Watermarks are for online security and will not feature on your art print.
Mrs Black's vintage dealers at The Emporium, Hungerford, Bershire.
1969 was a tremulous year for Traffic. After a successful tour in the US following their second album, Steve Winwood left the band for the short-lived super group Blind Faith. In the meantime Island Records released the album Last Exit, a mishmash of leftover studio cuts and live performances Traffic recorded in 1968. Blind Faith recorded one excellent album but […]
It all came to me one election day. It was on a warm California afternoon, and I had ridden down into the Valley of the Moon from the ranch to the little village to vote Yes and No to a host of proposed amendments to the Constitution of the State of California. Because of the warmth of the day I had had several drinks before casting my ballot, and divers drinks after casting it. Then I had ridden up through the vine–clad hills and rolling pastures of the ranch, and arrived at the farm–house in time for another drink and supper. "How did you vote on the suffrage amendment?" Charmian asked. "I voted for it." She uttered an exclamation of surprise. For, be it known, in my younger days, despite my ardent democracy, I had been opposed to woman suffrage. In my later and more tolerant years I had been unenthusiastic in my acceptance of it as an inevitable social phenomenon. "Now just why did you vote for it?" Charmian asked. I answered. I answered at length. I answered indignantly. The more I answered, the more indignant I became. (No; I was not drunk. The horse I had ridden was well named "The Outlaw." I'd like to see any drunken man ride her.) And yet—how shall I say?—I was lighted up, I was feeling "good," I was pleasantly jingled. "When the women get the ballot, they will vote for prohibition," I said. "It is the wives, and sisters, and mothers, and they only, who will drive the nails into the coffin of John Barleycorn―" "But I thought you were a friend to John Barleycorn," Charmian interpolated. "I am. I was. I am not. I never am. I am never less his friend than when he is with me and when I seem most his friend. He is the king of liars. He is the frankest truthsayer. He is the august companion with whom one walks with the gods. He is also in league with the Noseless One. His way leads to truth naked, and to death. He gives clear vision, and muddy dreams. He is the enemy of life, and the teacher of wisdom beyond life's wisdom. He is a red–handed killer, and he slays youth." And Charmian looked at me, and I knew she wondered where I had got it.
The legend of John Barleycorn is an old British folktale and song with pagan roots dating back from the 1600's, and very likely before.
An easy, homemade cheese soup just like Barleycorn's used to make. So good for your tummy.
One size knitted jumper with barleycorn pattern (and vertical decorative stitch at back). Composition: 50% viscose / 28% polyester / 22% poliamide. Centerback length = 61 cm. Washing 30 degrees.
On or around the 1st of August, Lughnasadh is celebrated as the first of two harvest festivals. Keep reading to discover more about the festival.
Here is a first edition copy of John Barleycorn by Jack London...this rare book was published in 1913 ...this book is in great condition although the binding is beginning to loosen...there is some pencil on the cover page but other than that the pages are clean...a nice old book... ***FREE SHIPPING***
