Forget roses, chocolates and candlelight dinners. On Valentine's Day,
that's rather boring stuff -- at least by ancient Roman
standards.
Imagine half-naked men running through the streets, whipping young
women with bloodied thongs made from freshly cut goat skins. Although it
might sound like some sort of perverted sadomasochistic ritual, this is
what the Romans did until A.D. 496.
Mid-February was Lupercalia (Wolf Festival) time. Celebrated on
Feb 15 at the foot of the Palatine Hill beside the cave where,
according to tradition, the she-wolf had suckled Romulus and Remus, the
festival was essentially a purification and fertility rite.
Directed by the Luperci, or "brothers of the wolf," the festival
began with the sacrifice of two male goats and a dog, their blood
smeared on the faces of Luperci initiates and then wiped off with wool
dipped in milk.
As thongs were cut from the sacrificed goats, the initiates would run
around the streets flagellating women to promote fertility.
Finally, in 496, Pope Gelasius I banned the wild feast and declared Feb. 14 St. Valentine's Day.
But who was St. Valentine? Mystery surrounds the identity of the patron saint of lovers.
Indeed, such was the confusion that the Vatican dropped St.
Valentine's Day from the Catholic Church calendar of saints in the
1960s.
There were at least three men by the name Valentine in the A.D. 200s, and all died horrible deaths.
One was a priest in the Roman Empire who helped persecuted Christians
during the reign of Claudius II. As he was imprisoned, he restored the
sight of a blind girl, who fell in love with him. He was beheaded on
Feb. 14.
Another was the pious bishop of Terni, also tortured and beheaded during Claudius II's reign.
A third Valentine secretly married couples, ignoring Claudius II's
ban on marriage. When the priest of love was eventually arrested,
legend has it that he fell deeply in love with his jailer's daughter.
Before his death by beating and decapitation, he signed a farewell note to her: “From your Valentine.”
Apart from legend, the first connection between romance and Feb. 14
goes back to Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?-1400), the English poet and author
of The Canterbury Tales.
In his poem "Parliament of Fowls" (1382), Chaucer suggested that St. Valentine's Day was the time when birds chose their mates.
"For this was Seynt Valentyne's Day. When every foul cometh ther to choose his mate," he wrote.
Some 33 years later, Duke Charles of Orleans wrote what is considered the oldest known valentine in existence.
Imprisoned in the Tower of London after being captured by the
English, in 1415 the French nobleman wrote to his wife, Bonne d’Armagnac, a
rhyming love letter, which is now part of the manuscript collection in
the British Library in London.
The first two lines of the poem were:
"Je suis déjà d'amour tanné. Ma très douce Valentinée." (I am already sick with love, My very gentle Valentine).
It was an intense but unfortunate love: Bonne d’Armagnac may never
have seen him again. She died before Charles' return to France in 1440.
jeez, I'm glad we've moved on from the goat blood and flagellation of fertile women.
ReplyDeleteChocolate's much more pleasant, even if there's a bit of self flagellation if one over indulges..
so how did shopkeepers make any dosh in the olden days? Did they have to resort to selling products that customers genuinely required?
ReplyDeleteyes, and a travesty to all things holy and marketing it was.
ReplyDeleteas for valentines day ... I vote we reinstate the roman tradition. since you, me and her are all past flagellating age, it'll be great fun to watch :D