May 11, 2025

Feast of San Liberato Martire

San Liberato, ora pro nobis
The second Sunday in May is the Feast of San Liberato, Doctor and Martyr. He is the patron Saint of Calvisi, a small village in Gioia Sannitica, a commune in the Province of Caserta. 
According to tradition, San Liberato was a fifth century doctor in Carthage. During the cruel reign of the tyrant Huneric, son of Genseric and King of the Arian Vandals, he was arrested with his wife and children, and martyred for their faith. San Liberato is also venerated on the second Sunday of October.
In celebration, I’m posting a prayer to San Liberato. The accompanying photo was taken at Saint Michael’s Church in New Haven, Connecticut. Evviva San Liberato!
Prayer to San Liberato
God our Father, enable us who honor the memory of San Liberato, holy martyr and protector of Calvisi, to share with him in the joy of eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever. Amen

Feast of San Francesco de Geronimo

San Francesco de Geronimo, ora pro nobis

May 11th is the feast of St. Francis Jerome (Grottaglie, December 17, 1642 — Napoli, May 11, 1716), Jesuit priest, preacher throughout Southern Italy, and Apostle of Naples. When St. Francis Jerome requested to leave on a mission to the Americas or the East Indies, he was told by his superiors: “Your Indies will be Naples.” He spent nearly 40 years helping the sick and poor in the city, performing many miracles. After his beatification by Pope Pius VII on May 2, 1806, he was chosen by King Ferdinand IV of Bourbon as one of the 52 co-patrons of Naples. He was canonized by Pope Gregory XVI on May 26, 1839.


In celebration, we’re posting a prayer to St. Francis de Geronimo. The accompanying photo comes courtesy of Father Eugene Carrella. The holy card is part of Father Carrella’s impressive collection of religious artifacts. Evviva San Francesco de Geronimo!


Prayer to St. Francis Jerome


O Saint Francis Jerome, who dedicated all your energies to the poor, the disinherited and the sick, intercede so that I too, together with you, can glorify and serve God our Lord. Turn your gaze towards us, Church of Christ, and obtain for us those necessary graces so that, animated in heart and mind by faith and hope, we can continue your mission of Mercy with word and deed. Lastly, I beg you to obtain for me the special grace I ask of you... (Mention your request here). Amen.

A Poem For Mother's Day

Photo courtesy of The Art Institute of Chicago
In loving memory of my mother I'm posting November 2, a moving poem by the great Neapolitan poet Salvatore Di Giacomo.* The accompanying photo of Charity by Francesco de Mura (1696-1782) was part of a series of Allegories of the Virtues commissioned by Charles Emmanuel III of Savoy. Charity, representing maternal love, is depicted as a nursing mother caring for three children. In the foreground is a pelican feeding her young with her own blood, a symbol of sacrifice.

November 2

When my mother died, I was too stunned
to grieve; at the foot of the bed,
I stared, unseeing, at the drab clad body;
blinding, blunting all living memories.

No, I did not cry, no wail, not a tear,
I imagined her asleep, a halo
of a mother about that worn grey face;
waiting for me to come home, she dozed.

A year now that she is deep in her grave,
in my dreams she appears, her love unslaked,
vanishing, she strands me in a desert.

Suddenly my heart overflows, cascades
with tears, laving these dear remembered walls,
I choke up, tears, tears, are drowning my poem. 


2 de Nuvembre
I’ nun saccio pecché, quanno murette
màmmema bella e, comm’ a nu stunato,
sulo, a tenerla mente io rummanette,
appede de lu lietto addenucchiato;

tanno, io nun saccio pecché, nun chiagnette,
guardannola accussì, zitto, ncantato,
comm’ a na vota ch’ essa s’ addurmette,
mentr’ io vicino lle steva assettato…

Mo ca fa n’ anno ca ii’ aggio perduta,
mo, mo ca nzuonno me sta cumparenno,
mo la necessità nn’ aggio sentuta…

E mo mme vene a chiàgnere, e chiagnenno
sceto sti mmura ca ll’ hanno saputa,
nfonno sti ccarte addó stongo screvenno…


(*) Reprinted from The Naples of Salvatore Di Giacomo: Poems and a Play, translated by Frank J. Palescandolo, Forum Italicum, Inc., 2000, page 65

The Founding of Constantinople

The Founding of Constantinople by Sir Peter Paul Rubens (1577-1640)
Reprinted from Western Exile @westernexile

We commemorate a day holy in the annals of history indeed. For it was on the 11th May AD 330, the Feast of Saint Mocius, that the Emperor Constantine the Great consecrated the imperial city of Constantinople, Byzantium of old and bastion of Christendom new, as the Second Rome.

Almost six centuries after the banner of the Romans was furled over the Golden Horn, her spirit remains unbroken.

May 10, 2025

Feast of San Cataldo

San Cataldo, ora pro nobis
May 10th is the Feast of San Cataldo, Monk, Bishop of Taranto, and Miracle Worker. The memorial commemorates the discovery of his relics. According to tradition, the body of the saint was interred in the chapel of St. John of Galilee in the Duomo di Santa Maria Maddalena (now the Cattedrale di San Cataldo) in Taranto, Puglia. Sacked and destroyed by Saracens, the memory of the tomb was lost in time. On May 10, 1071, the body of San Cataldo was discovered by the Archbishop during the restoration of the Cathedral. The Saint’s gold cross with the inscription, "Cataldus Rachau," was found in the marble urn and is now preserved in the Chapel’s treasury. Reinterred in a silver casket on May 10, 1151, by Archbishop Geraldo, his relics are reposed beneath the church’s high altar.

Widely venerated across Southern Italy, San Cataldo is the principal patron of Taranto (TA), Corato (BA), Cagnano Varano (FG), Brienza (PZ), Massa Lubrense (NA), Roccaromana (CE), Cirò Marina (KR), San Cataldo (CL), Gangi (PA), Gagliano Castelferrato (EN), and Giuliano Teatino (CH), among others.

Invoked against epilepsy, paralysis and visual impairments, he is also called upon for protection against plagues, droughts and terrible storms. The memorial of his death is commemorated on March 8th and his patronal feast day is celebrated on the first Sunday of September in Taranto.

In celebration, I'm posting a Traditional Prayer to San Cataldo in Italian. The accompanying photo, courtesy of Anthony Scillia, was taken at St. Anthony of Padua Church in Red Bank, New Jersey. The statue was originally at St. Rocco’s Church in Newark, New Jersey. Evviva San Cataldo!

Preghiera Tradizionale

Glorioso San Cataldo, nostro Patrono e Protettore, noi ammiriamo in te la forza della fede e l'ardore missionario di propagarla e testimoniarla, non risparmiando sacrifici e fatiche. Ti preghiamo di ottenere anche a noi una fede gioiosa e generosa così che Dio diventi sempre più l'unico amore della nostra vita. Glorioso San Cataldo, nostro Patrono e Protettore, i nostri padri ti hanno invocato come scudo efficacissimo nelle grandi calamità e avversità, soprattutto la guerra e il terremoto, la siccità e la carestia e sempre hanno sperimentato la tua intercessione. Ti preghiamo di estendere anche ai nostri giorni tale protezione. Glorioso San Cataldo nostro Patrono e Protettore, continua a benedire la nostra comunità parrocchiale. Concedi ai cristiani e agli uomini di buona volontà di cooperare concordemente al bene comune così che la nostra parrocchia progredisca nella giustizia libera da ogni violenza ed egoismo, pronto a servire la vita e a promuovere ogni iniziativa di bene.

Feast of the Three Saints: Sant'Alfio, San Filadelfo and San Cirino

Sant'Alfio, San Filadelfo and San Cirino, orate pro nobis
May 10th is the Feast of the Three Saints—Sant'Alfio, San Filadelfo and San Cirino—protectors of Trecastagni, a small town in the Province of Catania, Sicily. According to tradition, the three brothers were martyred for their faith on May 10th in the year 253 AD. Born to a noble family in Vaste, a town in the Province of Lecce, Puglia, the boys were secretly raised Christian by their parents, Vitale and Benedicta.

In 250 AD an edict was issued by Emperor Decius demanding that all Christians renounce their faith and pay homage to the gods, upon penalty of death. Benedicta refused and was martyred. Vitale escaped, leaving his sons in the care of a faithful servant.

Rounded up, the brothers were brought before the Emperor in Rome, who hoped to retrieve the young nobles. However, unable to convince the boys to denounce their faith, they were shipped off to Sicily to be coerced by Tertullo, governor of Sicily.

Landing in Messina the prisoners were marched to Lentini, stopping in Trecastagni and Catania along the way. In charge of getting the brothers to renounce their faith, Tertullo subjected his victims to many cruel and sadistic tortures.

After months of persecution, the frustrated governor ordered their deaths. Lashed to a post, Alfio, the oldest brother, had his tongue torn out. Next, Filadelfo was burned to death on a gridiron. Finally, Cirino, the youngest, was thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil.

Many miracles have been attributed to the brothers, both during their captivity and after their deaths. 

In celebration, I'm posting a Prayer to the Three Saints. The accompanying photo was taken at Holy Rosary Church in Lawrence, Massachusetts, during the 89th Annual Feast of the Three Saints in 2012. Evviva Sant'Alfio, San Filadelfo and San Cirino!  

Prayer to the Three Saints

Glorious Martyrs of our Faith, we exult with holy joy calling to mind the immortal triumphs which you brought about in fiercest torments. And we exult the more at the thought of you being our defenders in life and our protectors at death. Deign, from heaven where you sit midst the splendor of infinite light, to cast your merciful glances upon us and make us worthy of your protection. Heal us from all sicknesses, but above all, heal us from the leprosy of sin and enkindle in our souls a burning charity which will have as its reward eternal life. Amen

Prayer for the Beatification of Madame Élisabeth of France

Servant of God Princess Élisabeth of France,

sister of King Louis XVI by Élisabeth Louise

Vigée le Brun (circa 1782)

God our Father In your great mercy You called Élisabeth of France to the offering of her life for her loved ones in the heart of the tumults of the Revolution. Driven by an unwavering faith in eternal life she supported her family in their ordeals and brought hope to those who were going to die with her.

Unmarried, she helped the poor and the sick, supported by fervent prayer.

Through her intercession grant us, according to Your will, the graces that we implore.

In Your great kindness, make the Church recognize soon in her an authentic witness to the Gospel, a model of celibacy, diligent in prayer and attentive to the most fragile.

We ask You through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Prière pour la béatification d'Elisabeth de France

Dieu notre Père Dans Ta grande miséricorde Tu as appelé Elisabeth de France à l'offrande de sa vie pour les siens au coeur des tumultes de la Révolution. Animée d'une foi inébranlable en la vie éternelle elle a soutenu les siens dans l'épreuve et apporté l'espérance à ceux qui allaient mourir avec elle.

Célibataire, elle a secouru les pauvres et les malades, portée par une prière fervente.

Par son intercession accorde nous selon Ta volonté les grâces que nous implorons.

En Ta grande bonté, fais que l'Eglise reconnaisse bientôt en elle un authentique témoin de l'Evangile, modèle de célibataire, assidue la prière et attentive aux plus fragiles.

Nous Te le demandons par Jésus le Christ notre Seigneur. Amen

* Prayer courtesy of hozana.org

The Fourth Sunday After Easter at St. Michael's Church in Staten Island, New York

May 9, 2025

Some Thoughts on the Prince Carlo di Borbone Photo “Scandal” and Gennaro De Crescenzo’s “Due Parole Chiare su Borbone e Savoia”

After being repeatedly questioned by my non-monarchist associates about the "scandalous" photo circulating online of Prince Carlo di Borbone and Emanuele Filiberto di Savoia sitting together at the Pope's funeral in Rome, along with Gennaro De Crescenzo's reaction (see below), I can't shake the feeling that their inquiries lack sincerity. It feels more like an attempted gotcha moment when they condescendingly ask, "How do you feel about your 'founding father' abandoning monarchism?" or blithely remark, "Look, your movement isn't truly monarchist, even your Prince isn't fully committed to the cause.”

I don't know Gennaro De Crescenzo personally, so I won't presume to speak on his behalf. However, I have deep respect for him and the selfless dedication he has shown to the Neobourbon movement. His bona fides are, in my view, unsurpassed and beyond reproach. In fact, I credit him, along with the late Riccardo Pazzaglia and the other founding figures of the Movimento Neoborbonico, for introducing me to Neobourbonism back in the early '90s. Before discovering them, I was just a right-wing anarch attempting to traverse the ruins of Western modernity.

The confusion, I believe, stems from the conflation of his Movimento Neoborbonico, which is a cultural organization, with the broader Neobourbon Movement. The latter has become a catch-all name for the manifold Duosiciliano socio-political activists and groups, including we monarchists. When he states that the Movimento Neoborbonico is not monarchist, he is specifically referring to his own group. Apolitical in nature, the Movimento Neoborbonico also doesn’t align with Communist, Jacobin, or Republican ideologies, though its ranks include individuals from a wide array of political backgrounds.

As for the princes being seated together, this is really quite trivial. From what I understand, the Vatican assigns the seating arrangements, so they didn’t choose to sit next to each other. Even if they had, what’s the big deal? We should remember that they are cousins and have even invested each other into their respective dynastic orders. While I firmly support Prince Carlo’s claim to the throne of the Two Sicilies and oppose the Savoy's claim to Italy, I hold no ill feelings toward Prince Emanuele. To me, that photo simply shows two Christian princes honoring the memory of the late Holy Father.

Regarding any doubts about Prince Carlo's commitment to “the cause,” it's undeniable that he, along with his eldest sister, Princess Beatrice di Borbone, and the entire Royal House, are deeply devoted to Southern Italy. While they may not be perfect
, it's clear that their investments and charitable contributions to the region are substantial, and they genuinely care for our people.

We owe the Prince, De Crescenzo, and all our Neobourbon confratelli a debt of gratitude and fidelity for their steadfastness in the face of adversity. We will continue to follow their example and forge ahead. Forza e onore! Viva 'o Rre!

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, May 8th, Feast of the Apparition of the Archangel Michael


Addendum

Due Parole Chiare su Borbone e Savoia

di Gennaro De Crescenzo

Nel 1984, quando furono portati a Santa Chiara Francesco II e Maria Sofia, io c'ero e c'era anche (giovanissimo come me) il principe Carlo di Borbone. E c'eravamo tutti e due dieci anni dopo quando "rivoltammo" Napoli celebrando il ritorno (dopo un secolo e mezzo) dei Borbone a Napoli con una città imbandierata dai neoborbonici per tutta la nottata e tra giornali e televisioni di mezzo mondo. Abbiamo visto anche noi la foto di Carlo di Borbone e di Filiberto di Savoia a Roma per i funerali del Papa e neanche a noi, ovviamente, è piaciuta (soprattutto per la risata inopportuna del sabaudo).

Premesso che i posti erano chiaramente pre-assegnati (capita ormai al cinema da decenni, figuriamoci per un evento di questa importanza), premesso che anche il ramo "spagnolo" era accanto a Filiberto, i due principi si conoscono e si frequentano, inevitabilmente, a Montecarlo e in giro per l'Europa. Ovvio che a noi non sia simpatico l'erede sabaudo soprattutto perché non ha mai chiesto perdono per quello che i suoi antenati hanno fatto ai popoli delle Due Sicilie, non abbiamo capito i suoi progetti recenti con l'acquisto di varie società calcistiche campane e spesso dice una cosa per noi del tutto falsa ("Napoli è una città sabauda"). Il problema, però, è che sono passati oltre 150 anni e (è bene ricordarlo) il principe Borbone non è Francesco II e quello sabaudo non è Vittorio Emanuele II. Chi pensa che siano le stesse persone o è troppo in buona fede o dovrebbe farsi visitare da un ottimo specialista. Stesso schema se qualcuno ha pensato che l'erede borbonico, simbolo vivente della grandezza del nostro passato, avrebbe dovuto (o potuto) salire su un cavallo bianco e ricostruire il Regno dei suoi avi. In questo caso si richiederebbero specialisti e ricoveri a meno che qualcuno non pensi che questa cosa sia stata o sia possibile e in questo caso ci chiediamo (social e post con 4 like a parte) quali accordi diplomatici abbia già chiuso "qualcuno" con l'Italia, l'Europa o l'ONU.

A questo proposito siamo costretti a chiarire una cosa che non pensavamo di dover chiarire a diversi amici (i "nemici" non capiscono o fanno finta di non capire ed è inutile perderci tempo): il Movimento Neoborbonico non è mai stato né sarà mai un movimento monarchico e lo diciamo dal lontano 1993. Il nostro è un movimento culturale e il nome "neoborbonico" (assurdo davvero che si debba ripeterlo) deriva da un mio incontro con il grande e compianto amico Riccardo Pazzaglia al quale sottoposi vari nomi e prevalse quello più provocatorio per sfondare il muro omertoso, ottuso e colpevole dei media e, dopo 30 anni, dopo i risultati raggiunti e dopo che questa categoria "neoborbonica" è diventata ormai sinonimo di orgoglio e di amore per la storia del Sud, la provocazione è stata un successo epocale e senza quella parola noi tutti forse non staremmo qui. Il "neo", del resto, è chiaro e sta ad indicare proprio che dal passato noi puntiamo al futuro (e non ci sembrava così difficile da capire).

"Se per disprezzarci dite che siamo borbonici noi lo rivendichiamo con forza e sempre più fieri dopo studi e ricerche alla luce di quello che i Borbone hanno rappresentato per tutti noi dai famosi primati alla conquista/colonizzazione del 1860": questa la nostra scelta nel 1993 fatta salva una bella parte di persone che si dichiarano monarchiche e (in tempi nei quali in tanti si dichiarano addirittura giacobini o seguaci delle ideologie del Novecento) si tratta di persone degne di tutto il nostro sacro e quotidiano rispetto anche per i valori cristiani che con quegli ideali vengono trasmessi da secoli.

Molti di quelli che oggi si indignano per quella foto, però, a quei tempi non erano nati o non sapevano neanche chi fossero i Borbone e senza di noi forse oggi starebbero in 4 a parlare di queste cose o starebbero ancora gridando vivalitalia... Dove eravate mentre i neoborbonici e Carlo di Borbone subivano gli assalti con le pietre di anarchici e comunisti a Battipaglia o ad Avellino? Dove eravate quando due politicanti presentarono due interrogazioni parlamentari "preoccupati da un Borbone che gira per l'Italia ad abbracciare migliaia di persone entusiaste tra migliaia di bandiere"? Dove eravate mentre noi perdevamo anni e anni in giro per gli archivi a ricercare le verità storiche e per le scuole a divulgarle? Dove eravate mentre "convincevamo" le autorità a non sequestrare le nostre bandiere allo stadio dopo che per primi e con le collette le avevamo diffuse lì e altrove come non era mai capitato prima (ed è capitato anche per l'ultima partita a Napoli)?

In questi anni ricordo decine e decine di manifestazioni con la presenza di Carlo di Borbone (sempre assenti gli altri "rami", "presenti" solo da qualche anno e da quando dirsi "borbonici" è, grazie a noi, più facile e più "conveniente"). Ricordo, da parte del principe, centinaia di dichiarazioni a favore della verità storica e contro Savoia&Risorgimento e anche di borse di studio o di beneficenze negli ospedali e nelle parrocchie di Napoli e del Sud. Se tutti noi oggi parliamo di questi temi e siamo in tanti, in tantissimi (anche con altri movimenti), è anche grazie alla presenza e alle parole di Carlo di Borbone che (con tutta la stima per noi e per voi) ha sempre e giustamente avuto una risonanza internazionale che noi e voi non avremmo avuto. Per circa 30 anni è stato così e da circa 30 anni ci lega un affetto vero e anche personale verso il principe e i rappresentanti della Casa Reale ma è chiaro che se i progetti della Casa Reale Borbone Due Sicilie, del principe e delle principesse saranno in futuro diversi, noi andremo avanti lo stesso come abbiamo sempre fatto, da volontari "a perdere" h24 e da 32 anni. Continueremo ad andare avanti sulla nostra strada, con la serenità, la passione e l'impegno disinteressato e costante di sempre, tra Memoria, Orgoglio e, prima o poi, Riscatto.

Grazie a tutti. Un abbraccio a tutti.

Meridiunalata: "Aria" by Cav. Charles Sant’Elia

Reprinted from Cav. Charles Sant'Elia's Meridiunalata / Southernade, an evocative bilingual collection of poetry written in Neapolitan and translated to English between 1989 and 2010.*

Aria

Give me this fine and hot air,
Give me this dream
Of noonday,
Your darkest eyes islands.

Give me this cool thought,
Give this melancholy
All about,
Your wet and salty hair.

Arietta

Rammella chest’aria fina e cávera,
Rammillo chistu suonno
‘E miezujuorno,
Ísole l’uocchie tuoje scure scure.

Rammillo chistu penziero frisco,
Rammella chest’appecundría
A tuttepizze,
‘E capille tuoje nfuse e salate.

* Self-published in 2010, Meridiunalata / Southernade is a treasury of poems gleaned from Cav. Sant'Elia's previous collections (Nchiuso dint''o presente, 'A cuntrora, and 'O pino e l'éllera), which were circulated among friends in New York City and Naples. Special thanks to Cav. Sant'Elia for allowing us to reprint his poetry and translations.

L'industria a Napoli tra Ottocento e Novecento

In Napoli

May 8, 2025

Habemus Papam Leone XIV

Let us pray for our new Holy Father, Pope Leo XIV. May he be a holy and wise successor of the Apostle Peter and lead the Church back to tradition and orthodoxy. God bless him and his pontificate. Viva il Papa!

Calabrian Verses for the Occurrences of 1898 in Milan

Illustration of the Bava Beccaris Massacre
for Le Petit Journal, 22 May 1898
Submitted by Cav. Charles Sant'Elia

After the unification of Italy through the late 1800s, Italy underwent a tumultuous period marked by profound political, social, and economic changes, from North to South. A well-known event was the so-called “Stomach Protest” of 7 May 1898 in Milan, which represents one of the most tragic and significant episodes of the era. The combination of difficult economic times, shortages, and social tensions led to a series of popular revolts, which culminated in the brutal repression orchestrated by General Fiorenzo Bava-Beccaris, who formerly served in the Piedmontese army in the Crimean War and the Risorgimento. On 7 May 1898, many Milanese crowds of protestors were fired upon by the army. The news quickly went around Europe and the world, reaching the small town of San Fili, in the province of Cosenza, Calabria. The local priest Don Giovanni Gentile, known as Chiacchiara, was moved to write verse in his native Calabrian dialect and publicly denounce a murderous and unjust government. This took true courage in the wake of the brutal repression inflicted on the rebels and fighters in Calabria and the South who were killed by thousands, including women and children, after being dismissed as “brigands” and criminals, often under summary field executions under the Legge Pica, and which continued in an intolerant and punishing posture beyond 1900. This economic downturn, coupled with repressive violence and incarceration, fueled the great emigration from Italy.

Over the centuries, San Fili has experienced its share of upheavals, particularly during the unification of Italy. The townspeople witnessed contracts awarded to politically connected firms, employing workers from outside the area to initially construct a railroad to San Fili. Later, the Ferrovie dello Stato decided to shut down the railroad, effectively removing San Fili from the railway network altogether. This occurred during periods when numerous unemployed young people were emigrating to the United States, Canada, and Argentina, and more recently, to Germany. San Fili remained proudly monarchist through the 1940s and, in fact, voted against the Republic in the referendum of 1946. Many oldtimers remarked over the years how one was better off under the Bourbons. The well-known Cardinal Fabrizio Ruffo, who led the Sanfedisti army, raised largely from Calabrian volunteers, against the revolutionary French invading army in 1799, was born in San Lucido, which borders San Fili, Rende, and Paola. Despite San Fili’s monarchist and Catholic ways, it even had some “republicans” and profiteers who attempted to fire upon Cardinal Ruffo during fighting on 6 March 1799 in the Crati Valley, striking his cross. The few criminals were arrested and subdued by the Sanfedisti. During the upheavals, groups from Falconara who had been at odds with the Sanfilesi took the occasion to invade San Fili and violent battles ensued, with the people of neighboring Bucita joining in to defend San Fili. San Fili had its share of carbonari sectarians as well, such as Santo Cesario, who was executed with the famous Bandiera brothers in the Rovito valley in 1844 when they attempted an invasion of the Two Sicilies with other foreign volunteers hoping to foment an insurrection. Sadly, these young idealists would be horrified to see the intentional destruction of half of Italy, which led to millions “voting with their feet”.

San Fili, a baronial town replete with seven churches, including one going back to 1304 and one in the area where Joachim of Fiore preached, was once a center of silk (five mills) and copper production as well as agriculture and yet after the unification of Italy, it found itself relegated to poverty and a loss of its centuries old commerce. Many townsmen died in the First and Second World Wars, and chain migration decimated the population. Nonetheless, this small town produced tough and resilient people and many notable and accomplished people, including Vincenzo Miceli (1858-1928) professor of constitutional law and his brother Alfonso Miceli (1855-1940) president of the Court of Appeals of Naples, and Baron Marcello Miceli, Gentleman of His Holiness Paul VI, John Paul I, and John Paul II, cavaliere di grazia e devozione SMOM.

The poem Pane! written by Don Giovanni Gentile alias Chiacchiara was published in a collection in 1904.

Pane!

Don Giovanni Gentile, alias Chiacchiara


Mentre l’uomini povari e dijuni

Vaû ppe’ le vie gridannu: «Pane! Pane!…» 

Lu Guvernu ce manna battagliuni

E li tratta cchijù pieju de ‘nu cane.


Sparanu sti surdati a li truppuni

E faû ‘na chianca de le carne umane,

Ammazzanu le mamme e li guagliuni: 

Ma “Pane!” torna si grida dumane.


Cari Ministri latri e sprigugnati,

Dintra la crozza cchi cosa ci aviti?

Ccu paddre nun si saziû l’affamati…


Vui stati franchi, mangiati e viviti?

Ma si pue ni vidimu disperati,

Vi facimu la peddra a quantu siti.


Bread!

Don Giovanni Gentile, alias Chiacchiara


While poor and starving men

Go through the streets shouting: «Bread! Bread!…» 

The Government sends them battalions

And treats them worse than dogs.


These soldiers shoot at the crowds

And make a butchery of human flesh,

They kill mothers and children: 

But “Bread!” they continue to shout tomorrow.


Dear shameless thieving Ministers,

What have you got in your noggins?

You don’t satisfy the hungry with bullets…


You’re all set, you eat and drink?

But if then we find ourselves desperate,

We’ll get you all as many as you are.

Feast of the Apparition of San Michele Arcangelo

San Michele Arcangelo, ora pro nobis
May 8th is the Feast of the Apparition of San Michele Arcangelo, glorious Prince of the Heavenly Host. It commemorates a great battle in the 5th century, when the warrior angel appeared with flaming sword on Mount Gargano in the province of Foggia, Apulia, and led the people of Siponto to victory over a band of barbarian invaders. In celebration I'm posting a prayer to Saint Michael. The accompanying photo of the Archangel Michael smiting Satan was taken at the Shrine Church of the Most Precious Blood (113 Baxter St.) in New York City's historic Little Italy. Evviva San Michele Arcangelo!

Prayer to Saint Michael

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the Divine Power of God, cast into hell, Satan and all the evil spirits who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.

Feast of Blessed Luigi Rabatà

Beato Luigi Rabatà, ora pro nobis
May 8th is the Feast of Blessed Luigi Rabatà, Carmelite priest and ascetic. Born in Monte San Giuliano (Erice), Sicily c. 1443, he entered the Monastery of the Annunziata in Trapani, where he completed his studies and was ordained a priest. Reluctantly elected Prior of the reformed Carmelite Convent of San Michele Arcangelo in Randazzo (CT), he worked tirelessly for the Order and local community. Unafraid to condemn sinful practices, a local lord castigated by Luigi retaliated by ordering his murder. Shot in the head with an arrow, Luigi forgave his attacker. After months of suffering, he succumbed to his wound and died on this date in 1490. Luigi was Beatified on December 10, 1841 by Pope Gregory XVI. In celebration, I’m posting a prayer to Blessed Luigi Rabatà. The accompanying photo of Blessed Luigi Rabatà comes courtesy of the Santuario Maria SS. Annunziata di Trapani. Evviva Beato Luigi Rabatà!

Prayer to Blessed Luigi Rabatà

O God, who have adorned Blessed Luigi of love for the poor and patience in enduring offenses, grant us to live, in his imitation, in the meditation of eternal joys, in charity towards one's neighbor and towards our enemies. For Christ our Lord. Amen.

Feast of Sant’Agazio Martire

Sant'Agazio Martire, ora pro nobis
May 8th is the Feast of Sant’Agazio (St. Achatius), Centurion and Martyr. One of the Fourteen Holy Helpers, he is the patron saint of soldiers and invoked against migraine headaches. Glorious Sant’Agazio is also the patron saint of Squillace and Guardavalle in Provincia di Catanzaro in Calabria.


According to tradition, Sant’Agazio was a Cappadocian Greek soldier in the Roman imperial army. Rising to the rank of centurion, during a battle a voice from the heavens said to him, "Call on the God of the Christians!" Doing as he was told, after the fray he converted, was baptized and began evangelizing his cohorts. 

Exposed as a Christian by his superiors, the steadfast warrior for Christ was arrested. Refusing to apostatize, Sant’Agazio was brutally tortured and marched back to Byzantium in chains, converting his fellow prisoners along the way. Beaten and scourged, he was condemned and beheaded in 311. 

After vanquishing Emperor Maxininus at the Battle of the Milvian Bridge in 312, Constantine the Great issued the Edict of Milan, which granted religious tolerance throughout the Empire. Converting to the faith, the Emperor built a number of churches, including one in honor of Sant’Agazio at the location of his martyrdom.

Dating back to the seventh century (c. 630), ever-devoted Squillace also celebrates the translation of the Saint’s holy relics to their town on January 16th. From Squillace the Saint’s relics and patronage spread to nearby Guardavalle in 1584 and then to Ávila and Cuenca in Spain.

In celebration, I’m posting a prayer to St. Achatius. The photo comes courtesy of the Parrocchia Sant'Agazio Martire – Guardavalle Facebook page. Evviva Sant’Agazio!

Prayer to St. Achatius

Valiant Martyr of Christ, St. Achatius, who preached Christ faithfully before kings and judges, and didst gain the victory over the enemies of God; help me through thy powerful intercession to resist and gain the victory over all the enemies of my salvation, over the world and its allurements, over the concupiscence of the flesh, and over the temptations of Satan. I implore thee particularly to assist me in my agony, when the powers of Hell rise against me to rob my soul. Then do thou come to my aid and repel the assaults of the enemy, so that I surrender my soul into the hands of my Redeemer in faith, hope, and charity, and confiding in His infinite merits. Through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.

Traditional May 8th Supplica — Petition to the Virgin of the Rosary of Pompeii

Ave Maria!
The Supplica is a powerful petition invoked twice each year, on May 8th and the first Sunday of October, for the intercession of the Madonna del Rosario di Pompei.

Supplica (Petition to the Virgin of the Rosary of Pompeii)

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

O August Queen of Victories, O Sovereign of Heaven and Earth, at whose name the heavens rejoice and the abyss trembles. O Glorious Queen of the Rosary, we, your devoted children, assembled (on this solemn day*) in your Temple of Pompeii, pour out the affection of our hearts and with filial confidence express our miseries to You.

From the Throne of clemency on which You are seated as Queen, turn, O Mary, your merciful gaze on us, on our families, on Italy, on Europe and on the whole world. Have compassion on the worries and trials which embitter our lives. See, O Mother, how many physical and spiritual dangers and how many calamities and afflictions press upon us.

O Mother, implore the mercy of your Divine Son for us and conquer the hearts of sinners with your benevolence. They are our brothers and your children who cause the heart of our sweet Jesus to bleed and sadden your sensitive Heart. Show us all what You are, the Queen of Peace and of Pardon.

Hail Mary…

It is true that, although we are your children, with our sins we are the first to crucify Jesus again in our hearts and pierce your heart anew.

We confess that we deserve the most severe punishments, but remember that on Golgotha You received, with the Divine Blood, the testament of the dying Saviour, who declared You our Mother, the Mother of sinners. You then, as our Mother, are our Advocate, our Hope. And we raise our pleading hands to You with sighs crying, "Mercy!".

O good Mother, have pity on us, on our souls, on our families, on our relatives, on our friends, on our deceased, especially on our enemies, and on so many who call themselves Christian and yet offend the Heart of your loving Son. We implore mercy for today's misguided Nations, for all Europe, for the whole world, so that, repentant, they may return to your Heart.

Have mercy on us all, O Mother of Mercy!

Hail Mary…

Deign kindly to hear us, O Mary! Jesus has placed in your hands all the treasures of His Grace and His Mercy.

You are seated crowned Queen at the right hand of your Son, resplendent with immortal glory above all Choirs of Angels. You extend your dominion throughout heaven, and earth and all creatures are subject to You.

You are omnipotent by grace and therefore You can help us. Were You not willing to help us because we are ungrateful children and undeserving of your protection, we would not know to whom to turn.

Your Mother’s heart would not allow seeing us, your children, lost. The Infant whom You hold on your lap and the mystical Rosary which we gaze at your hand, inspire confidence in us that You shall hear us. We confide totally in You and abandon ourselves to You, like helpless children into the arms of the tenderest of mothers, and on this very day, we expect from You the longed-for graces.

Hail Mary…

Let us ask for Mary's blessing.

One last favour we ask of You, O Queen, which You cannot deny us (on this very solemn day*). Grant us all your steadfast love and in a special way your maternal blessing.

We shall not leave You until You have blessed us.

Bless, O Mary, at this moment, our Holy Father. To the ancient splendours of your Crown, to the triumphs of your Rosary, whence You are called Queen of Victories, add also this, O Mother: grant the victory of the Faith and give Peace to human Society. Bless our Bishops, Priests and particularly those who work zealously to give honour to your Shrine. Finally, bless all those who are associated with your Temple of Pompeii and all those who cultivate and promote the devotion of the Holy Rosary.

O Blessed Rosary of Mary, sweet Chain which binds us to God, Bond of love which unites us to the Angels, Tower of salvation against the assaults of hell, safe Haven in the universal shipwreck, we shall never abandon You.

You will be our comfort in the hour of agony. For You is the last kiss of our dying life. And the last word on our lips will be your sweet name, O Queen of the Rosary of Pompeii, O Dearest Mother, O Refuge of Sinners, O Sovereign Consoler of the Afflicted. May You be blessed everywhere, on Earth and in Heaven, today and forever. Amen.

Hail, Holy Queen…

(*) Only on the 8th of May and the first Sunday of October.

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Brief Excerpts from ”Meditations on Hunting” by José Ortega y Gasset

In our time—which is a rather stupid time—hunting is not considered a serious matter. It is thought that enough has been said on the subject by calling it a diversion, presupposing, of course, that diversion, as such, is not a serious matter. Yet serious examination should lead us to realize how distasteful existence in the universe must be for a creature—man, for example—who finds it essential to divert himself. To divert oneself is to separate oneself temporarily from what one usually is, to change for a while our usual personality for another which is more arbitrary, to attempt to escape for a moment from our real world to others which are not ours. [p.19]

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The fact is that for almost all men the major part of life consists of obligatory occupations, chores which they would never do out of choice. Since this fate is so ancient and so constant, it would seem that man should have learned to adapt himself to it and consequently to find it charming. But he does not seem to have done so. Although the constancy of the annoyance has hardened us a little, these occupations imposed by necessity continue to be difficult. They weigh upon our existence, mangling it, crushing it. In English such tasks are called "jobs"; in the Romance languages the terms for them derive from the Latin word trepalitum, which originally meant a terrible torture. And what most torments us about work is that by filling up our time it seems to take it from us; in other words, life used for work does not seem to us to be really ours, which it should be, but on the contrary seems the annihilation of our real existence. We try to encourage ourselves with secondary reflections that attempt to ennoble work in our eyes and to construct for it a kind of hagiographic legend, [1] but deep down inside of us there is something irrepressible always functioning, which never abandons protest and which confirms the terrible curse of Genesis. [2] Hence the bad feeling we usually inject into the term "occupation." When someone tells us that he is "very occupied" he is usually giving us to understand that his real life is being held in suspension, as if foreign realities had invaded his world and left him without a home. This is true to such an extent that the man who works does so with the more or less vague hope of one day winning through work the liberation of his life, of being able in time to stop working and... to start really living. [pp.24-25]


* * *

Argue, fight as much as you like, over who should be the privileged ones, but do not pretend that squares are round and that hunting is not a privilege. What happens here is just what has happened with many other things. For two hundred years Western man has been fighting to eliminate privilege, which is stupid, because in certain orders privilege is inevitable and its existence does not depend on human will. It is to be hoped that the West will dedicate the next two centuries to fighting—there is no hope for a suspension of its innate pugnacity—to fighting, I say, for something less stupid, more attainable, and not at all extraordinary, such as a better selection of privileged persons.


In periods of an opposite nature, which were not revolutionary and in which, avoiding false utopias, people relied on things as they really were, not only was hunting a privilege respected by all, but those on the bottom demanded it of those on top, because they saw in hunt-ing, especially in its superior forms—the chase, falconry, and the battue [3]—a vigorous discipline and an opportunity to show courage, endurance, and skill, which are the attributes of the genuinely powerful person. Once a crown prince who had grown up in Rome went to occupy the Persian throne. Very soon he had to abdicate because the Persians could not accept a monarch who did not like hunting, a traditional and almost titular occupation of Persian gentlemen. The young man, apparently, had become interested in literature and was beyond hope. [pp.30-31]


Notes:

[1] The consecration of work, its positive interpretation, was one of the great new themes characteristic of the Renaissance, on which even the greatest antagonists—for example, Saint Ignatius of Loyola and Luther—are agreed. Work has been the "modern" virtue par excellence, the bourgeois virtue.

[2] "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread" (Genesis 3:19).—Trans.

[3] Practice of beating woods to drive the game from cover.Trans.


* Reprinted from Meditations on Hunting by José Ortega y Gasset, translated by Howard B. Wescott, Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1985