Like the kraken I emerge, summoned by the English theft of Arthur
Arthur is a Welsh name. It means âbearâ. Heâs likely derived from a Gaulish bear god
In the form of King Arthur, he is an anti-Saxon mythological WELSH figure, representing the native Brythonic people of Britain against the Anglo-Saxon invaders, dating from the 500s AD
The version appropriated by the English in the 1100s is the shitty boring sanitised version - they did it because they were trying to compete with the romance tradition on the continent at the time but didnât have anything of their own to romanticise
Kay is Cei, and also was subject to enormous character assassination in the English version - in the Welsh version heâs much closer to Arthurâs right hand man
There is no Lancelot, no Galahad, no tedious affair story
There is no Camelot. Arthurâs seat was Caerllion - modern Caerleon, putting him into both the region of the Silures (one of the most fearsome and warlike of the British tribes, modern South East Wales) and the old Roman fortress, which would have been an impossibly huge Palace for a warlord at the time.
They all have super powers and get up to wacky hijinks involving hair care, giants, strange giant wildlife, spectral revolving/glass fortresses in the Celtic sea, and a really fucking weird chess match. Also a cloak made out of beards.
What the fuck is the round table
Anyway itâs particularly irritating because traditional Welsh culture and beliefs have been so thoroughly stripped away and destroyed by England over the centuries, and Arthurian legend is one of the few surviving fragments we have left to preserve. And heâs specifically an anti-English figure. So the ubiquity of the boring and appropriative English Arthur across the whole fucking world is⌠Well, itâs not great.
