Source: Young God newsletter. Pre-sale info unknown.
SWANS LIVE DATES - 2023
20 May – Leipzig DE, UT Connewitz – SOLD OUT
21 May – Poznan PL, CK Zamek – SOLD OUT
23 May – Katowice PL, Kino Teatr Rialto – SOLD OUT
25 May – Zilina SK, New Synagogue
26 May – Llubljana SI, Kino Siska
27 May – Innsbrück AT, Heart of Noise Festival, Treivus
29 May – Bologna IT, Teatro Duse
31 May – Lyon FR, Transbordeur
2 June – Barcelona ES, Primavera Sound Festival
4 June – Lisbon PT, Culturgest – SOLD OUT
5 June – Lisbon PT, Culturgest
6 June – Faro PT, Teatro Das Figuras
9 June – Madrid ES, Primavera Sound Festival
11 June – Athens GR, Vraxon Theatre
13 June – Thessaloniki GR, Moni Lazariston
15 June – Antwerp BE, Bourlaschouwburg
16 June – Utrecht NL, Hertz Theatre – SOLD OUT
11 Aug – Brighton UK, St Georges Church
12 Aug – Manchester UK, Albert Hall
15 Aug – Newcastle UK, Boiler Shop
16 Aug – Glasgow UK, St Luke Cathedral
18 Aug – Bristol UK, Arc Tangent Festival
19 Aug – Leeds UK, Belgrave Music Hall
21 Aug – Dublin IE, The Academy
23 Aug – Norwich UK, Waterfront
24 Aug – London UK, Troxy
26 Aug – Lausanne CH, Nox Orea Festival
2 Sep – Dallas TX, Granada Theater
3 Sep – Austin TX, Paramount Theatre
7 Sep – Phoenix AZ, Crescent Ballroom
8 Sep – Los Angeles CA, Lodge Room
9 Sep – Los Angeles CA, Lodge Room
12 Sep – San Francisco CA, Great American Music Hall
13 Sep – San Francisco CA, Great American Music Hall
15 Sep – Portland OR, Revolution Hall
16 Sep – Seattle WA, The Crocodile Showroom
19 Sep – Omaha NE, Waiting Room Showroom
20 Sep – Minneapolis MN, Fine Line Music Cafe
21 Sep – Chicago IL, Cabaret Metro
23 Sep – Detroit MI, Magic Bag
24 Sep – Cleveland OH, Beachland Ballroom
26 Sep – Toronto ON, Phoenix Concert Theater
27 Sep – Montreal QC, Theatre National
29 Sep – Brooklyn NY, Music Hall of Williamsburg
30 Sep – Brooklyn NY, Music Hall of Williamsburg

New Swans album The Beggar available for pre-order now. Here's what Michael Gira has to say about it:
“After numerous pandemic-induced cancellations of tours for the previous Swans album leaving meaning, and an apparent bottomless pit of waiting, waiting, waiting, and the strange disorientation that came with this sudden but interminable forced isolation I decided it was time to write songs for a new Swans album and forget about everything else. They came relatively easily, always informed by the suspicion that these could be my last. When I finally was able to travel, songs in hand, to Berlin to work with my friends recording this record, the feeling was akin to the moment in The Wizard of Oz when the film changes from Black and White to Color. Now I’m feeling quite optimistic. My favourite color is pink. I hope you enjoy the album!” – Michael Gira
SWANS have announced details of their sixteenth studio album, The Beggar, due for release on Mute / Young God Records (N America) on 23 June 2023. In addition, Swans have announced further dates for a tour across the UK, Europe and North America – full details below. The Beggar will be released on double vinyl in a brown chipboard sleeve with a download card for accessing an additional 44 minutes of music (also included on the album's CD version), as a double CD in a brown chipboard digi-pack, as well as digitally.
Listen to the first track from the album, ‘Paradise is Mine: https://youtu.be/HgtGHp2kfPQ
The Beggar was recorded and mixed at Candy Bomber Studio, Berlin, engineered by Ingo Krauss and mastered by Doug Henderson at Micro-Moose, Berlin. The album was written and produced by Michael Gira and features contributions from recent and former Swans, members of Angels of Light, as well as Guest Swan Ben Frost.
Primary contributors to The Beggar:
Michael Gira – Vocals, words, acoustic guitar, production. Gira started Swans in NYC in 1982 and has been the primary songwriter, singer and producer throughout the years. During the Swans hiatus (1999 – 2010), he released several albums by and toured with a group called Angels of Light. Gira recently published a book of his short stories, journals, and words for music, called The Knot. He lives in New Mexico.
Kristof Hahn – Lap steel, various guitars, vocals. Kristof first joined Swans in 1989 and was a principal contributor to Angels of Light, and a core Swans member 2010 – 2017. Kristof’s other musical ventures have included the Rock ‘n’ Roll Noir band Les Hommes Sauvages and Kool Kings (with Alex Chilton). When not making music Kristof translates books. He lives in Berlin, Germany.
Larry Mullins - Drums, vibes, orchestral percussion, Mellotron, various keyboards, backing vocals. Larry is a trained symphonic percussionist. He played through the ‘90s with Iggy Pop and later with The Stooges. He played with Swans in the late ‘90s and was a main contributor to Angels of Light. His current main job is playing drums with The Bad Seeds. Larry lives in Berlin, Germany.
Dana Schechter – Bass guitar, lap steel, keyboards, vocals, piano. Dana played bass in and was a core member of Angels of Light. She subsequently released music and toured as Bee and Flower. Her current band is the power-duo, Insect Ark. Dana is an animator and designer in the film industry and currently lives in Berlin, Germany.
Christopher Pravdica - Bass guitar, sounds, keyboards, vocals. Chris played bass as a core Swans member in 2010 – 2017. Chris has played with the bands, The Gunga Din, Flux Information Sciences, Xiu Xiu, Yonatan Gat’s Medicine Singers and has a project of his own called We Owe. Chris is a sound designer and lives in Brooklyn, NY.
Phil Puleo – Drums, percussion, vocals, piano, exotic wind instruments. Phil played drums with Swans in the late ‘90s and was a core member in Swans 2010 – 2017 and contributed to Angels of Light. Phil’s early NYC musical venture was Cop Shoot Cop and has since played with Human Impact, among others. Phil is an extremely talented illustrator and lives in Chicago, IL.
Ben Frost - Guitar, synthesizers, sound manipulations. In his own work, Ben’s adventurous sound-craftings are sometimes harrowing and sometimes delicate and quite musical. His numerous albums and his powerful live shows have afforded him much recognition. He is also an accomplished composer and arranger of music for film and television. Ben lives in Reykjavik, Iceland.
Backing vocals are provided by Jennifer Gira, Lucy Kruger and Laura Carbone.
The Beggar tracklisting

1. The Parasite
   
2. Paradise is Mine
   
3. Los Angeles: City of Death
   
4. Michael is Done
   
5. Unforming
   
6. The Beggar
   
7. No More of This
   
8. Ebbing
   
9. Why Can't I Have What I Want Any Time That I Want?
   
10. The Beggar Lover (Three)
    
11. The Memorious
    

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SWANS LIVE DATES - 2023
20 May – Leipzig DE, UT Connewitz – SOLD OUT
21 May – Poznan PL, CK Zamek – SOLD OUT
23 May – Katowice PL, Kino Teatr Rialto – SOLD OUT
25 May – Zilina SK, New Synagogue
26 May – Llubljana SI, Kino Siska
27 May – Innsbrück AT, Heart of Noise Festival, Treivus
29 May – Bologna IT, Teatro Duse
31 May – Lyon FR, Transbordeur
2 June – Barcelona ES, Primavera Sound Festival
4 June – Lisbon PT, Culturgest – SOLD OUT
5 June – Lisbon PT, Culturgest
6 June – Faro PT, Teatro Das Figuras
9 June – Madrid ES, Primavera Sound Festival
11 June – Athens GR, Vraxon Theatre
13 June – Thessaloniki GR, Moni Lazariston
15 June – Antwerp BE, Bourlaschouwburg
16 June – Utrecht NL, Hertz Theatre – SOLD OUT
11 Aug – Brighton UK, St Georges Church
12 Aug – Manchester UK, Albert Hall
15 Aug – Newcastle UK, Boiler Shop
16 Aug – Glasgow UK, St Luke Cathedral
18 Aug – Bristol UK, Arc Tangent Festival
19 Aug – Leeds UK, Belgrave Music Hall
21 Aug – Dublin IE, The Academy
23 Aug – Norwich UK, Waterfront
24 Aug – London UK, Troxy
26 Aug – Lausanne CH, Nox Orea Festival
2 Sep – Dallas TX, Granada Theater
3 Sep – Austin TX, Paramount Theatre
7 Sep – Phoenix AZ, Crescent Ballroom
8 Sep – Los Angeles CA, Lodge Room
9 Sep – Los Angeles CA, Lodge Room
12 Sep – San Francisco CA, Great American Music Hall
13 Sep – San Francisco CA, Great American Music Hall
15 Sep – Portland OR, Revolution Hall
16 Sep – Seattle WA, The Crocodile Showroom
19 Sep – Omaha NE, Waiting Room Showroom
20 Sep – Minneapolis MN, Fine Line Music Cafe
21 Sep – Chicago IL, Cabaret Metro
23 Sep – Detroit MI, Magic Bag
24 Sep – Cleveland OH, Beachland Ballroom
26 Sep – Toronto ON, Phoenix Concert Theater
27 Sep – Montreal QC, Theatre National
29 Sep – Brooklyn NY, Music Hall of Williamsburg
30 Sep – Brooklyn NY, Music Hall of Williamsburg

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Hi guys, I have been living on rented apartments pretty much since I migrated to the Bay Area. I have lived in Santa Clara, Mountain View and San Jose. I am now thinking of buying a home - a condo most likely - and I see that I am priced out of the South Bay (except for a handful of 2 bedroom apartment-type condos). I am looking for something affordable either 2 or 3 bed at around $850K range, with an attached garage. As expected, my search led me to the Easy Bay. I work in the mission district, but it's a hybrid - 2 day a week - commute. I would like to ask how would the following East Bay cities work for me

1. Dublin
2. Hayward
3. Castro Valley
4. Freemont

Out of these, Hayward seems to offer the most number of houses, townhomes and condos in my budget. However, I was aware that Hayward has one of the highest crime rates, not just in the Bay Area, but overall! One of my estate agents dismissed this saying - "Sure, that was true a decade earlier, but now the demographics have changed considerably." I was wondering what if this is indeed true? And what about the other cities? Apart from the crime rate, would a South Bay guy be happy in these cities. Things that I like about the South Bay are clean streets (except San Jose), a wide variety of restaurants of all ethnic origins, excellent trails, parks and nature preserves, and a vibrant downtowns (except Santa Clara).

For information, map and locations see: fortycities.u2.com

(Unconfirmed guesses in parentheses)

Edge (10 of 10) 💯

One — Berlin, Germany Where The Streets Have No Name — Los Angeles, CA, USA Stories For Boys — Austin, TX, USA 11 O’Clock Tick Tock — Bogotá, Colombia Out Of Control — Chicago, IL, USA Beautiful Day — Paris, France Bad — Boston, MA, USA Every Breaking Wave — Nashville, TN, USA Walk On — Warsaw, Poland Pride (In The Name Of Love) — Atlanta, GA, USA

Larry (8 of 10)

Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses Get Out Of Your Own Way — Washington DC, USA Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of — Vienna, Austria Red Hill Mining Town — Mumbai, India Ordinary Love — Johannesburg, South Africa Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own — Lisbon, Portugal Invisible — Stockholm, Sweden Dirty Day — Amsterdam, The Netherlands The Miracle Of Joey Ramone City Of Blinding Lights — New York, NY, USA

Adam (10 of 10) 💯

Vertigo — Mexico City, Mexico I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For — Las Vegas, NV, USA Electrical Storm - Montréal, Canada (Thanks u/bluejaysus!) The Fly — Tokyo, Japan If God Will Send His Angels — Lima, Peru Desire — San Francisco, CA, USA Until The End Of The World — Santiago, Chile Song For Someone — Buenos Aires, Argentina All I Want Is You — Jakarta, Indonesia Peace On Earth — São Paulo, Brazil

Bono (8 of 10)

With Or Without You — Toronto, Canada Stay Sunday Bloody Sunday — (Derry, Northern Ireland??) Lights Of Home — Vancouver, Canada Cedarwood Road — Dublin, Ireland I Will Follow — Milan, Italy Two Hearts Beat As One — Sydney, Australia Miracle Drug — Brussels, Belgium The Little Things That Give You Away — Madrid, Spain "40" — Auckland, New Zeeland
From U2 on social media:

40 songs, 40 cities. From 8AM GMT / 1PM PT on 17th March to 12AM GMT on 20th March, visit one of 40 cities around the world to discover lyrical tributes to the 40 songs on the album. Tag us when you spot SOS in your city. More info at fortycities.u2.com #U2SOS40

PODCAST: https://ayearofwarandpeace.podbean.com/e/ep1505-hail-and-farewell-george-moore-ave-chapter-44/
PROMPTS: Found this reading much better. Did anyone else detect a sudden change in tone?
Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of AE. I had read his articles in the Express, and looking at him I remembered the delight and the wonder which his verse and prose had awakened in me. It had been just as if somebody had suddenly put his hand into mine, and had led me away into a young world which I recognised at once as the fabled Arcady that had flourished before man discovered gold, and forged the gold into a ring which gave him power to enslave. White mist curled along the edge of the woods, and the trees were all in blossom. There were tall flowers in the grass, and gossamer threads glittered in the rays of the rising sun. Under the trees every youth and maiden was engaged in some effusive moment of personal love, or in groups they wove garlands for the pleasure of the children, or for the honour of some God or Goddess. Suddenly the songs of the birds were silenced by the sound of a lyre; Apollo and his Muses appeared on the hillside; for in these stories the Gods and mortals mixed in delightful comradeship, the mortals not having lost all trace of their divine origin, and the Gods themselves being the kind, beneficent Gods that live in Arcady.
The paper had dropped from my hands, and I said: Here is the mind of Corot in verse and prose; the happiness of immemorial moments under blossoming boughs, when the soul rises to the lips and the feet are moved to dance. Here is the inspired hour of sunset and it seemed to me that this man must live always in this hour, and that he not only believed in Arcady, but that Arcady was always in him. While we strive after happiness he holds it in his hand, I said, and it was to meet this man that I had come to Ireland as much as to see the plays.
He had refused to dine with us because he did not wish to put on evening clothes, but he had come in afterwards, more attractive than anybody else in the room in his grey tweeds, his wild beard, and shaggy mane of hair. Some friends we seem to have known always, and try as we will we cannot remember the first time we saw them; whereas our first meetings with others are fixed in our mind, and as clearly as if it had happened no later than yesterday, I remember AE coming forward to meet me, and the sweetness of his long grey eyes. He was more winning than I had imagined, for, building out of what Yeats had told me in London, I had imagined a sterner, rougher, ruder man. Yeats had told me how a child, while walking along a country road near Armagh, had suddenly begun to think, and in a few minutes the child had thought out the whole problem of the injustice of a creed which tells that God will punish him for doing things which he never promised not to do.
The day was a beautiful summer's day, the larks were singing in the sky, and in a moment of extraordinary joy AE realised that he had a mind capable of thinking out everything that was necessary for him to think out for himself, realising in a moment that he had been flung into the world without his consent, and had never promised not to do one thing or to do another. It was hardly five minutes since he had left his aunt's house, yet in this short space his imagination had shot up into heaven and defied the Deity who had condemned him to the plight of the damned because—he repeated the phrase to himself—he had done something which he had never promised not to do. It mattered nothing what that thing was—the point was that he had made no promise; and his mind embracing the whole universe in one moment, he understood that there is but one life: the dog at his heels and the stars he would soon see (for the dusk was gathering) were not different things, but one thing.
There is but one life, he had said to himself, divided endlessly, differing in degree, but not in kind; and at once he had begun to preach the new gospel.
I had heard how, when earning forty pounds a year in an accountant's office, he used to look at his boots, wondering whether they would carry him to the sacred places where the Druids ascended and descended in many-coloured spirals of flame; and fearing that they would not hold together for forty long miles, he had gone to Bray Head and had addressed the holiday folk. I could hear the tumult, the ecstasy of it all! I could see him standing on a bit of wall, his long, thin, picturesque figure with grey clothes drooping about it, his arms extended in feverish gesture, throwing back his thick hair from his face, telling the crowd of the sacred places of Ireland, of the Druids of long ago, and their mysteries, and how much more potent these were than the dead beliefs which they still clung to; I could hear him telling them that the genius of the Gael, awakening in Ireland after a night of troubled dreams, returns instinctively to the belief of its former days, and finds again the old inspiration.
The Gael seeks again the Gods of the mountains, where they live enfolded in a mantle of multitudinous tradition. Once more out of the heart of mystery he had heard the call Come away; and after that no other voice had power to lure—there remained only the long heroic labours which end in the companionship of the Gods.
The reason I have not included any personal description of AE is because he exists rather in one's imagination, dreams, sentiments, feelings, than in one's ordinary sight and hearing, and try as I will to catch the fleeting outlines, they escape me; and all I remember are the long, grey, pantheistic eyes that have looked so often into my soul and with such a kindly gaze.
Those are the eyes, I said, that have seen the old Celtic Gods; for certainly AE saw them when he wandered out of the accountant's office in his old shoes, into Meath, and lay under the trees that wave about the Druid hills; or, sitting on some mountain-side, Angus and Diarmuid and Grania and Deirdre have appeared to him, and Mannanan MacLir has risen out of the surge before him, and Dana the great Earth Spirit has chanted in his ears. If she had not, he could not have written those articles which enchanted me. Never did a doubt cross my mind that these great folk had appeared to AE until he put a doubt into my mind himself, for he not only admitted that he did not know Irish (that might not be his fault, and the Gods might have overlooked it, knowing that he was not responsible for his ignorance), but that he did not believe in the usefulness of the Irish language.
But how, then, am I to believe that the Gods have appeared to you? I answered. That Angus and Diarmuid, Son of Angus, have conversed with you? That Dana the Earth Spirit has chanted in your ears?
The Gods, he answered, speak not in any mortal language; one becomes aware of their immortal Presences.
Granted. But the Gods of the Gael have never spoken in the English language; it has never been spoken by any Gods.
Whatever language the Gods speaks becomes sacred by their use.
That is begging the question. I can't accept you as the redeemer of the Gael; and I turned from him petulantly, let it be confessed, and asked somebody to introduce me to John Eglinton. I'm vexed, AE, I said, and will go and talk with John Eglinton. For not having ever communed with the Gods he is at liberty to deny their speech.
And John Eglinton told me that it was not from the Gods that he had learned what he knew of the Irish language; that his was only a very slight knowledge acquired from O'Growney and some of Hyde's folk-tales.
So you've learned Irish enough to read it? And I grew at once interested in John Eglinton, and pressed him to continue his studies, averring that I had not time to learn the language myself. And now what is your opinion about it as a medium of literary expression?
Before he could answer me I had asked him if he did not think that English was becoming a lean language, and all I remember is that in the middle of the discussion John Eglinton dropped the phrase: The Irish language strikes me as one that has never been to school.
Of course it hasn't. How could it? But is a language the worse for that?
We began to argue how much a language must be written in before it becomes fitted for literary usage, and during the discussion I studied John Eglinton, wondering why he had said that the Irish language had never been to school. There was something of the schoolmaster in his appearance and in his talk. The articles he had published in the Express were written in a style of his own; but he had no valiant ideas like AE, and AE had cast a spell, and only his eloquence could appeal to me. John Eglinton had seemed to me dryly a writer, and I could only regard as intolerable that an editor should be found so tolerant as to allow John Eglinton to contravene AE, and remembering all this, I noticed a thin, small man with dark red hair growing stiffly over a small skull; and I studied the round head and the high forehead, and the face somewhat shrivelled and thickly freckled.
A gnarled, solitary life, I said, lived out in all the discomforts inherent in a bachelor's lodging, a sort of lonely thorn tree. One sees one sometimes on a hillside and not another tree near it. The comparison amused me, for John Eglinton argued with me in a thorny, tenacious way, and remembering his beautiful prose, I said: The thorn breaks to flower, and continued to discover analogies. A sturdy life has the thorn, bent on one side by the wind, looking as if sometimes it had been almost strangled by the blast. John Eglinton, too, looked as if he had battled; and I am always attracted by those who have battled, and who know how to live alone. Looking at him more attentively, I said: If he isn't a schoolmaster he is engaged in some business: an accountant's office, perhaps; and the tram takes him there every morning at the same hour. A bachelor he certainly is, and an inveterate one; but not because all women appeal to him, or nearly all; rather because no woman appeals to him much, not sufficiently to induce him to change his habits. He sits in the tram, his hands clasped over his stick, and no flowered skirt rouses him from his literary reverie.
So did I see him in my thoughts going into Dublin in the morning, without a feminine trouble in his life. If there had ever been such a trouble, it must have been a faint one, a little surprise to himself as soon as it was over. A woman must feel as if there was a stone wall between them. Many will think that this seems to imply a lack of humanity, for the many appreciate humanity in the sexual instinct only, an instinct which we share with all animals and insects; only the very lowest forms of life are epicene. Yet, somehow, we are all inclined to think that man is never so much man as when he is in pursuit of the female. Perhaps he is never less man than at the moment. We are apt to think we are living intensely when we congregate in numbers in drawing-rooms and gossip about the latest publications, social and literary, and there is a tendency in us all to look askance at the man who likes to spend the evening alone with his book and his cat, who looks forward to lonely holidays, seeing in them long solitary walks in the country, much the same walks as he enjoyed the summer before, when he wandered through pleasantly wooded prospects, seeing hills unfolding as he walked mile after mile, pleasantly conscious of himself, and of the great harmony of which he is a part.
The man of whom I am dreaming, shy, unobtrusive and lonely, whose interests are literary, and whose life is not troubled by women, feels intensely and hoards in his heart secret enthusiasms and sentiments which in other men flow in solution here and there down any feminine gutter. I thought of Emerson and then of Thoreau—a Thoreau of the suburbs. And remembering how beautiful John Eglinton's writings are, how gnarled and personal, like the man himself, my heart went out to him a little, and I wondered if we should ever become friends. I hoped we should, for I felt myself inclining to the belief that the hard North is better than the soft, peaty, Catholic stuff which comes from Connaught.

Pico Rivera CA- Unknown
La Mesa CA- Closing in September or 2.0 by the end of the year
National City CA- June 2023
Murrieta CA- Mid March 2023 (might've started already)
Dublin CA- August 2023
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Staten Island NY- Unknown
Lowell MA- "Not for at least a couple months"
Toledo OH- September 2023
Springfield (MO)- Unknown (maybe March 2024)
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Durham NC- Late March-Early April 2023
Amarillo TX- Unknown
Middletown NJ- February 2024 at the latest
Pearl City HI- Unknown (employee said they might not get it at all)
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Bellevue WA- Summer 2024 at the latest
Mentor OH- Unknown
Boardman OH- Unknown

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Join us at the Hacienda Crossing Blood Drive, Thursday, March 16, 2023 from 11:00 am – 4:00 pm in their In Space 4922 Next to Ulta located at 4860 Dublin Blvd, Dublin Ca 94568.
To make an appointment, visit donors.vitalant.org. Use your unique blood drive code: HaciendaCrossings
All donors who come to give blood from March 1 - 31 are automatically entered to win 1 of 2 $10,000 gift cards - enough to buy groceries for a year! Gift card is redeemable by mail. Visit vitalant.org/marchgift for details.

PODCAST: https://ayearofwarandpeace.podbean.com/e/ep1503-hail-and-farewell-george-moore-ave-chapter-42/
PROMPTS:

1. BYO

Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:
An excellent story that probably started from some remark of Gill's, and was developed as it passed from mouth to mouth. A piece of folk. If a story be told three or four times by different people it becomes folk. You have, no doubt, stories of the same kind about everybody?
This last remark was injudicious, for I seemed to frighten my neighbour, and I had some difficulty in tempting him into gossip again.
Are there any other contributors to the Express present?
Yes, he said, yielding again to his temptation to talk. T. W. Rolleston. Do you see that handsome man a head above everybody else, sitting a little way down the table?
Yes, I said. And what a splendid head and shoulders! Byron said he would give many a poem for Southey's, and Southey's were not finer than that man's.
As if guessing that somebody was admiring him, Rolleston looked down the table, and I saw how little back there was to his head.
He lacks something, my neighbour said; and I was told how Rolleston came down every evening to write his leader in a great cloak and in leggings if it were raining, bringing with him his own pens and ink and blotting-pad, all the paraphernalia of his literature.
A man like that writing leaders! I said. Nothing short of an Odyssey, one would have thought—
So many people did think. He was a great scholar at Trinity, and in Germany he translated, or helped to translate, Walt Whitman into German. When he came back, the prophet, the old man, John O'Leary, whom you told me you knew in France, the ancient beard at the end of the room, accepted him as Parnell's successor.
And now he is writing leaders for the Express! How did the transformation happen?
O'Grady tells a story—
Who is O'Grady? I asked, enjoying the gossip hugely; and my neighbour drew my attention to a grey, round-headed man, and after looking at him for some time I said: How lonely he seems among all these people! Does he know nobody? Or is he very unpopular?
He is very little read, but we all admire him. He is our past; and my neighbour told me that O'Grady had written passages that for fiery eloquence and energy were equal to any that I would find in Anglo-Irish literature. Only—
Only what? I asked.
And he told me that O'Grady's talent reminded him of the shaft of a beautiful column rising from amid rubble-heaps. After a pause, during which we mused on the melancholy spectacle, I said:
Rolleston—you were going to tell me about Rolleston.
O'Grady tells that he found Rolleston a West Briton, but after a few lessons in Irish history Rolleston donned a long black cloak and a slouch hat, and attended meetings, speaking in favour of secret societies, persuading John O'Leary to look upon him as one that might rouse the country, going much further than I had ever dreamed of going, O'Grady said. His extreme views frightened me a little, but when I met him next time and began to speak to him about the Holy Protestant Empire, he read me a paper on Imperialism.
And when did that happen?
About ten years ago, a Messiah that punctured while the others were going by on inflated tyres ... poor Rolleston punctured ten years ago.
And we talked of Messiahs, going back and back until we arrived at last at Krishna, the second person of the Hindoo Trinity, whose crucifixion, it is related, happened between heaven and earth.
Two beautiful poems and a great deal of scholarship which he doesn't know what to do with. How very sad! And looking at him, I said: A noble head and shoulders. What a good tutor he would make if I had children!
So from one remark to another I was led into saying spiteful things about men whom I did not know, and who were destined afterwards to become my friends.
Tell me about some of your other contributors—about the professor who writes Latin and Greek verses as well as he writes English. He reviews books for you, doesn't he?
Yes; but I beg of you to speak a little lower, or he'll hear you.
No, no; he's talking with Gill and Yeats.
Gill is terrified, my young friend said, lest Yeats should speak disrespectfully of Trinity College. He has taken a great deal of trouble about this dinner, and believes that it will unite the country in a common policy if Yeats doesn't split it up on him again.
At that moment the professor turned to me, and asked me to lunch the following day at Trinity, impressing upon me the necessity of coming down a little early, in time to have just a glass of wine before lunch. His doctor had forbidden him all stimulants in the morning, and by stimulants he understood whisky. But a bottle of wine, he said, was a tenuous thing, and he would like to avail himself of my visit to Dublin to drink one with me. I could see that we had now struck upon his interest in life, and with a show of interest which he had not manifested in Virgil's poetry, he said:
Just a glass of Marsala, the ancient Lilybaeum. You know, the grape is so abundant there that they never think of mixing it with bad brandy.
At that moment somebody spoke to me, and when I had answered a few questions I heard the professor saying that he had gone down for lunch to some restaurant. Nothing much today, John. Just a dozen of oysters and a few cutlets, and a quart of that excellent ale.
Again my attention was distracted by a waiter pressing some ice-pudding upon me, and I lost a good deal of information regarding the professor's arduous day. As soon, however, as I had helped myself I heard a story, whether it related to yesterday or some previous time I cannot say.
After that I had nothing at all, until something brought me to the cupboard, and there, behold! I found a bottle of lager. I said: Smith has been remiss. He has mixed the Bass and the lager. But no. They were all full, twelve bottles of Bass and only one of lager; so I took it, as it seemed a stray and lonely thing.
It appears that the professor then continued his annotations of Aristophanes until the light began to fade.
I thought of calling again on Lilybaeum. Really, the more I drink of it the more honest and excellent I find it. When the bottle was finished it was time to return home to dinner, and I learned that the professor's abstinence was rewarded by the delight he took in the first whisky and soda after dinner.
An excellent old pagan he seems to be, Quintus Horatius Flaccus of Dublin, untroubled by any Messianic idea. Now Hyde—I've heard a good deal about him. Can you point him out to me?
As my neighbour was about to do so Gill rose up at the head of the table.
Speech time has come, I said.
Gill read a letter from W. E. H. Lecky, who regretted that he was prevented from being present at the dinner, and then went on to say that the other letter was from a gentleman whose absence he was sure was greatly regretted. He alluded to his friend, Mr Horace Plunkett, who was, if he might be allowed to say so, one of the truest and noblest sons that Ireland had ever begotten.
I've noticed, I said to my young friend, even within a few days I have been in Ireland, that Ireland is spoken of, not as a geographical, but a sort of human entity. You are all working for Ireland, and I hear now that Ireland begets you; a sort of Wotan who goes about—
Somebody looked in our direction, somebody said Hush! And Gill continued, saying they had had an exciting week in Ireland, one that would be memorable in the history of the country. For the first time Ireland had been profoundly stirred upon the intellectual question. He said he regarded the controversy which Yeats's play had aroused as one of the best signs of the times. It showed that they had reached at last the end of the intellectual stagnation of Ireland, and that, so to speak, the grey matter of Ireland's brain was at last becoming active.
Ireland's brain! Just now it was the loins of Ireland.
Gill's soul set free flowed on rejoicing in journalistic vapidities that had a depressing effect upon Yeats, who seemed to sink farther and farther into himself. But continuing unabashed his gentle rigmarole, Gill talked on. He for one had always regarded Yeats, broadly, as one who held the sword of the spirit in his hand, and waged war upon the gross host of materialism, and as an Irishman of genius who had devoted a noble enthusiasm to honouring his country by the production of beautiful work.... What should he say of Mr Martyn? There was no controversy about him. Their minds were not occupied by controversy, but with that which must be gratifying to Mr Martyn and to all of them—the knowledge that he had produced a great and original play, and that Ireland had discovered in him a dramatist fitted to take rank among the first in Europe.
I think everybody present thought this eulogy a little exaggerated, for I noticed that everybody hung down his head and looked into his plate, everybody except Edward, who stared down the room unabashed, which, indeed, was the only thing for him to do, for it is better when a writer is praised that he should accept the praise loftily than that he should attempt to excuse himself, a mistake that I fell into at the St James's Theatre.
Gill continued in the same high key. This gathering of Irishmen, which he thought he might say was representative of the intellect of Dublin, and included men of the utmost differences of opinion on every question which now divided Irishmen, was, to his mind, a symbol of what they were moving towards in this country. He thought they had now reached the stage at which they had begun to recognise the profundity of the saying:
The mills of God grind slowly, Yet they grind exceeding small.

First of all, thank you to all of the congregations that have participated so far in the weekly livestream threads that started in December!
With that, I decided to compile a list of all of the Youtube Channels that have participated so far. If you operate one of these channels, I encourage you to subscribe to all of the other channels on this list. If you are looking for a Lutheran livestream, know that all of these congregations have been actively live-streaming their services in the last couple months. If you're active on ELCA but your congregation's YouTube channel isn't on the list, comment it below, and if I make an updated thread down the road I'll be sure to add it. Also, mods, could we consider pinning this thread for a bit?
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Edit: Updated with Submissions as of 3/15
Ascension Lutheran Church - Citrus Heights, CA
https://www.youtube.com/@AscensionCitrusHeights
St. John's Lutheran Church - Sacramento, CA
https://youtube.com/@stjohnslc
Trinity Lutheran Church - New Smyrna Beach, FL
https://www.youtube.com/@trinitylutheranchurch4281
St. John's Lutheran Church - Des Moines, IA
https://youtube.com/@StJohnsLutheranChurch
Wicker Park Lutheran Church - Chicago, IL
https://www.youtube.com/@WickerParkLutheranChurch
Bethlehem Evangelical Lutheran Church - Indianapolis, IN
https://www.youtube.com/@BethlehemLutheranChurchIndy
Atonement Lutheran Church - Overland Park, KS
https://www.youtube.com/@ALC-OPKS
Transifiguration Lutheran Church - Fenton, MI
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCaPm_9k7U-yMlWPhjgq3EYw
Zumbro Lutheran Church - Rochester, MN
https://www.youtube.com/@zumbrolutheran
Zion Lutheran Church - Ferguson, MO
https://www.youtube.com/@zionlutheranferguson6756
Martin Luther Lutheran Church - Lee's Summit, MO
https://www.youtube.com/@MLLChurch
Prince of Peace Lutheran Church - Greensboro, NC
https://www.youtube.com/@PrinceofPeaceGSO
Evangelical Lutheran Church of the Atonement - Asbury Park, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/@pastoratonement2318
St. Michael's Lutheran Church - Cherry Hill, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/@saintmichaelslutheranchurc6350
St. Paul's Lutheran Church - East Windsor, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrK-K3PZtXkPF8ipC1RqiMA
Abiding Presence Lutheran Church - Ewing, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/@abidingpresencelutheranchu2498
Holy Trinity Lutheran Church - Manasquan, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/@holytrinity-manasquannj7813
Living Waters Lutheran Church - Ringoes, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/@livingwaterslutheranchurch4751
Advent Lutheran Church - Wyckoff, NJ
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSSEIZqix71s7elfI4RKGvQ
Peace Lutheran Church - Gahanna, OH
https://www.youtube.com/@PeaceLutheranChurchGahanna
All Shepherds Lutheran Church - Lewis Center, OH
https://www.youtube.com/@AllShepherdsLutheranChurch
Advent Evangelical Lutheran Church - Upper Arlington, OH
https://www.youtube.com/@AdventELC
St. Paul Lutheran Church - Westerville, OH
https://www.youtube.com/@splcwesterville
All Saints Lutheran Church - Worthington, OH
https://www.youtube.com/saintsonhigh
Upper Dublin Lutheran Church - Ambler, PA
https://www.youtube.com/@UDLCAMBLER
Trinity Evangelical Lutheran Church - Landsdale, PA
https://www.youtube.com/@trinitylansdale
The Lutheran Church of the Redeemer - Newberry, SC
https://www.youtube.com/redeemernewberry
Our Savior's Lutheran Church - Flandreau, SD
https://www.youtube.com/@oslctech6255
Advent Lutheran Church - Murfreesboro, TN
https://www.youtube.com/@adventelca
St. Matthew's Lutheran Church - Fort Worth, TX
https://www.youtube.com/@st.matthewslutheranchurch805
Faith Lutheran Church - Cedarburg - WI
https://www.youtube.com/@FaithLutheranChurchCedarburg