Sixteen years ago today, an event occurred off the shores of Galicia that hopefully will happen never again. In fact, the event spurred a grassroots movement called Nunca Máis (Never Again). That event was the environmental catastrophe of the Prestige oil spill.
Surely its notoriety reaches further back in history, but the events of the night of 10 November, 1890, have given the Coast of Death a singular event that encapsulates its infamy and danger.
As a way to differentiate Galician identity from Spanish, Galician nationalists often argue that their society is or has been matriarchal, distinct from what they view as a male chauvinistic Spanish identity. While the veracity of that claim is debatable, women have certainly left an indelible mark on Galician history, culture, and society.
As you leave Madrid and traverse the Castilian meseta, dark-blue mountains rise slowly before you. John Barlow wrote in Everything But The Squeal that when you cross these mountains you cross not only a geographical boundary but also a cultural boundary. Beyond lies Galicia, a land of dualities. Sea and land. Coast and mountain. Village and city. Sun…
[poetry] Ramón Cabanillas (Cambados, Pontevedra) was considered the link between the Rexurdimento and twentieth century modernism in Galician literature.
‘This man who comes here with us–rise to your feet and greet him warmly, for the Apostle has performed a most marvelous miracle for him, saving him from the gibbet where he had been hanged.’
Carlos Maside (Pontecesures). 1950.
by Luz Pozo Garza (Ribadeo, Lugo).
by Alfonso D. Rodríguez Castelao (1886-1950). From Things.
Translated by David Clark.