Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Saint Valentine

Ah, the end of your day Valentine, or should I say Saint Valentine? Are you tossing in your grave now? Jumping like ants on fire in the heavens above?

Tell me Valentine, are you the Saint of Capitalism? Were you not once the Saint of bethrothed couples, of lovers, of happy marriages, of young people? Imprisoned for giving aid to matryrs in prison, converted the jailer by restoring sight to his daughter, and later beaten and beheaded for going against Roman Emperor Claudius's wishes by marrying young couples.

Look at the people around you, Valentine. What a degrading sight to my eyes. I fear for my sight. Capitalism everywhere. The march of the greenback. Or the Yusof Ishak. Exchanges through greedy hands everywhere, eager to make a quick buck out of you Valentine!

Does anyone remember its sacred origins? Anyone at all?

In Chaucer's Parliament of Foules I read:

"For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate."

For the reason that during the Middle Ages in France and England, it was believed that halfway through the Second Month of the year, birds began to pair, the day was specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending love tokens. Both French and English literature of the 14th and 15th centuries alluded to this practice.

The Age of Romanticism has long passed from the face of this earth. In its place stood a saint or a devil, none could tell. Male and female it seems to be. Technology stood in its place. A mask of cold affront and a hole lies where it's chest is supposed to be.

How I yearn for the Romantic Movement to come alive once more. Like a dying spark in the dry bushes, it could set off a fire that roars. Alas, all are but empty thoughts, empty globets waiting to be filled with liquid gold from the heavens.

There, enough of my verbiage abuse. 'Tis time to let my dear Valentine rest in peace.

Yours truly


At 6:40 pm, Blogger bYzAnT|N3 said...

Ah... my dear Aristocrat...
Seems like you are reminiscing over the good old age. Nostalgic and heartwarming...

Capitalising over Sir Valentino...
I would say,it's an expression with reverence for Valentine... while reaping a monetary reward from like-minded appreciative souls.=)

The spirit of Valentine still roams to and fro this place. Time has evolved its appearance, technology has widen its latitude to a seemingly unfamiliar state. But his spirit still roams freely in this place.

Romance rekindles from the heart, revives out of a passion. I won't hope for it to be a mechanical movement but a fire that consumes from inside out.

At 1:46 am, Blogger Aristocrat said...

Reminiscing? I am stuck in the Middle Ages, heaven forfend I move forward. Haha, expression with reverence for Valentine you say. How revered is he except in all those banners pleading with you to part with your dollar bills? All those tiny little boxes that you get littered all over your institutions of learning.

"Come celebrate Valentine's Day! Buy a rose for your loved one!"

It might as well roar:

"Come on, buy a rose for whoever you want. We are just taking the opportunity to make some money here. Have some pity on us please Sir?"

He roams you say. But I see him being bogged down, being tied down entrapped. Occasionally perhaps yes, we do see miracles here and there. But as relative to the number of un-Miracles we see, well, it speaks for itself.

Romance. A Dead Concept.

Yours truly

At 3:11 am, Blogger bYzAnT|N3 said...

Haha, I read yor plight. But I do not think that you will part with your dollar bills for flowers to give to just anyone even though the "greedy hands" could not care less.

Na, I do not agree that romance is a concept. You cannot follow a series of formulae, ideas or theory. You have to feel it, as a sensation, a sentiment. That is why it comes out of the heart, rather than an advocate or worse, a Social Development Unit. How could such a passionate force be as dead as a concept?

Yours something-ly,

At 6:55 pm, Blogger Aristocrat said...

You do? LoL. Perhaps. Perhaps not as well. Who knows? And who are you to think what I'll do? Perhaps I'll part with it just so to prove you wrong. Hah, getting spiteful aren't we?

Oh well, romance is a concept is it not? A concept of the heart, a concept which cannot be measured, nor formulated. A spontaneous combustion of pasyon if you will. A soft concept as opposed to the hard sciences. I could have go on, but surely you get my point.

Enough rambled.

Still Dead.

The way I see it.

Left. Right.

At 11:24 pm, Blogger bYzAnT|N3 said...

oh well...


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