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Letters from Quotidia
Letters from Quotidia
Author: Quentin Bega
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© Brian Mitchell 2021
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For lovers of music, poetry, and the Crack-that most Irish of nouns. Quotidia is that space, that place, where ordinary people lead ordinary lives. But where, from time to time, they encounter the extraordinary.
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And greedy Fortune/with her shrill whirring, carries away/the crown and delights in setting it, there. More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 19 Anything Can Happen, She Moved Through the Fair, Dust and Dreams
I am mad with the rapture of dancing/Mad with a breathless delight./With thine arm to enfold me,/Thy strong hand to hold me,/I could dance through an endless nightMore
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 18 The Ballroom of Romance, Mairi's Wedding, What Changed, My Sister?
The subjunctive mood isn’t used much now, imperatives being all the rage. But I respond to its wistfulness, its wishing, its why-are-things-not-other-than-they-are. More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 17 Diving for Pennies, Carrickfergus, From Your Spell
Welcome to Letters from Quotidia Postscripts Episode 16– a podcast by Quentin Bega for listeners who enjoyed that Irish phenomenon- the crack! in the Letters, Postcards and Postscripts from Quotidia published since the beginning of 2021. Quotidia remains that space, that place, where ordinary people lead ordinary lives. But where, from time to time, they…More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 16 Devils and Dust, Rose, Why Bother?
To see a World in a Grain of Sand/And a Heaven in a Wildflower,/Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand/And Eternity in an hour. More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 15 Who Would, Everything Goes/Restless Paces, He'll Have to Go
And so, we arrive at the heart of darkness. We are upriver, could be the Congo; could be the Mekong; could be any river on this planet, because there is always someone hunched in the gloom, face spectrally lit by a fire or a flatscreen plotting nothing at all good for us .More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 14 Big Yellow Taxi, Home, Spray
...all that remains of her is the name on her gravestone and Hardy’s memories of her. Hardy’s use of the refrain ‘the years O!’ (or ‘the years, the years’ as the even-numbered stanzas have it) calls to mind not only the passing of time but also the years marked on those gravestones, alongside the names.More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 13 Hey Joe, The Mark of Cain, During Wind and Rain
In one story a man offers his last mug of mulled cider to the trees in his orchard. He is rewarded by the Apple Tree Man who reveals to him the location of buried gold, more than enough to pay his rent for the coming year. More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 12 Drink Up the Cider, Step It Out Mary, 12th Night song
I hope that The Stream can help to affirm that the survival of our species, down the ages, has depended on a commonality among men and women that simply says- we need, want, and love one another! More
Letters From Quotidia PS Ep 11 The Raggle Taggle Gypsy/Battle of Aughrim, The Night-Visiting Song, The Stream
In the furor poeticus, I got the key phrase of the song…ah, how can I put it - arse about face is the technical term that applies here. I stared at the book title- Flower swallows- - and then at the first two words of the chorus- swallow flowers. More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 10 Swallow Flowers, Hello in There, The Unknown Soldier
The kids of The Colony had a rare freedom, even for those relaxed times of the 1960s. We swam in the lagoons, fished off the reef, and explored the caves and abandoned phosphate mines of ArubaMore
If there exists a God who protects nuclear-free eternal peace the blue earth won’t perish. Tsutomu Yamaguchi Amen, to that.More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 9 Airman, Hiroshima, Progress, 237 Dollars, Morning Dew
Ewan McColl wrote the song The Shoals of Herring about the hardy folk who fished the North Sea in the first part of the 20th Century. More
PS Ep. 8 Standing on the Moon, The Shoals of Herring, I'm a Man You don't Meet Every Day, Joe Hill, The Parting Glass
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dancesMore
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 7 Sea Song, The Ship Song, Sidekick
Monica loved the ocean, the reefs and the fish and being able to float amidst a paradise of colour and life. She showed us a video of swimming with sharks off the Great Barrier Reef.More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 6 Summertime, Still on the Move, It's Been Taken Away, Au Revoir, Monica
Born Under a Bad Sign. It was released, and I first heard it in that annus mirabilis for me, 1967. Another King, BB was a guitarist that I especially revered and he had a song with the lines, Nobody loves me but my mother, but she could be jivin’ too.More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 5: 51st Wedding Anniversary Song, Homebase, Born Under a Bad Sign
Dixie was a song about which Abraham Lincoln said, one of the best tunes I ever heard.More
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Edition 4 A Brief Encounter, Dixie, Two Love (2 versions)
I was told the story of a local fishing boat that had been lost at sea and how that tragedy had reverberated around the community, with so many families affected. That incident was the starting point for writing the song. Phil CoulterMore
Letters From Quotidia Postscripts Episode 3 The Lifeboat Mona, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, Donegal Danny
One of my favourite songs is The Diamantina Drover. This song looks at the Australian outback experience. The drover is an iconic Aussie character and here, the persona reflects upon the landscape, his regrets, and longings, in a uniquely Antipodean way. More
Postscripts From Quotidia Episode 2 The Diamantina Drover, Fiddler Jones, Sprawling Blue Bell
After several days enjoyable but wearisome toil, I came up with a song that claims as its inspiration the poem by Edgar Lee Masters I recited earlier- The Hill. More
Postscripts From Quotidia Episode 1 Let Them Not Fade Away, Days Like This, The Hill





















