Quentin Bega
Letters from Quotidia
For lovers of music, poetry, and the Crack-that most Irish of nouns. Quotidia is that space, that place, where ordinary people lead ordinary lives. But where, from time to time, they encounter the extraordinary.
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Letters from Quotidia Fractal 8 14.11.2026 20:41
As an unknown writer myself, I think about those many, many unknown scribes and seers and drudges who have left us with that magnificent piece of literature that we call the Christian Bible. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 7 07.11.2026 18:12
I have used songwriter’s licence to attribute to St Paul also, at the conclusion of the song, the Quo Vadis moment of St Peter who meets Jesus as he is fleeing Rome along the Appian Way. Where are you going? he asks Jesus, who replies, I am going to Rome to be crucified again. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 6 31.10.2026 18:27
Gaining sentience and, blind at first, the man sings hosannas for the fulfilment of the old Promise. Then, as the scales fall from his eyes, he sees the merciless orbs of the aliens who, having extracted the information they wanted, mow him down and move on... More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 6 31.10.2026 18:27
Gaining sentience and, blind at first, the man sings hosannas for the fulfilment of the old Promise. Then, as the scales fall from his eyes, he sees the merciless orbs of the aliens who, having extracted the information they wanted, mow him down and move on... More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 5 24.10.2026 19:07
Thomas Hardy: I am the family face;/ Flesh perishes, I live on,/ Projecting trait and trace/ Through time to times anon,/ And leaping from place to place/Over oblivion. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 5 24.10.2026 19:07
Thomas Hardy: I am the family face;/ Flesh perishes, I live on,/ Projecting trait and trace/ Through time to times anon,/ And leaping from place to place/Over oblivion. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 4 17.10.2026 19:19
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 4 17.10.2026 19:19
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 3 10.10.2026 21:57
I identify with the bloke who can’t give up all his possessions in order to follow Him. This is the setting in which Jesus says that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter heaven. Really? If entry to Paradise is just a function of not being rich, then I’m a shoo-in- but there’s probably a bit more to it than this More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 3 10.10.2026 21:57
I identify with the bloke who can’t give up all his possessions in order to follow Him. This is the setting in which Jesus says that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter heaven. Really? If entry to Paradise is just a function of not being rich, then I’m a shoo-in- but there’s probably a bit more to it than this More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 2 03.10.2026 19:52
Heracles chose to follow the path of Arete. I have, to date, failed to spot any modern Heracles among the elites in the US military, Tech and Congress but quite a bit of evidence that Kakia’s offer of wealth and pleasure has been taken up wholesale by these “paragons” More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 2 03.10.2026 19:52
Heracles chose to follow the path of Arete. I have, to date, failed to spot any modern Heracles among the elites in the US military, Tech and Congress but quite a bit of evidence that Kakia’s offer of wealth and pleasure has been taken up wholesale by these “paragons” More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 1 26.09.2026 24:28
The distinction between loneliness and solitude is made well by poet Mary Sarton, Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self. More
Letters from Quotidia Fractal 1 26.09.2026 24:28
The distinction between loneliness and solitude is made well by poet Mary Sarton, Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self. More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 12 19.09.2026 15:27
Welcome to Letters from Quotidia Hologram 12 where we are off straightaway to the island of the lotus-eaters. According to Wikipedia the natives consume the lotus fruits and flowers which are the primary food of the island. These are a narcotic, causing the inhabitants to sleep in peaceful apathy where they have an absence of interest in… More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 12 19.09.2026 15:27
Welcome to Letters from Quotidia Hologram 12 where we are off straightaway to the island of the lotus-eaters. According to Wikipedia the natives consume the lotus fruits and flowers which are the primary food of the island. These are a narcotic, causing the inhabitants to sleep in peaceful apathy where they have an absence of interest in… More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 11 12.09.2026 17:08
I was transfixed by the memory of my son’s playing that iconic riff from Sweet Child O' Mine note for note. Each of you listening will have a similar story of how a few notes of music can transport you to a different time and resurrect the emotions you felt in that place. So, I was deeply vexed and not so much the customary old man shouting at clouds as another geriatric fool crying in his beer. M...
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 11 12.09.2026 17:08
I was transfixed by the memory of my son’s playing that iconic riff from Sweet Child O' Mine note for note. Each of you listening will have a similar story of how a few notes of music can transport you to a different time and resurrect the emotions you felt in that place. So, I was deeply vexed and not so much the customary old man shouting at clouds as another geriatric fool crying in his beer. M...
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 10 05.09.2026 16:10
Ordinary Time In the Catholic Church refers to the ordinal numbers 1st-33rd or 34th which identifies the longest season of the liturgical year Its colour is green, denoting growth. It follows the mission of Jesus during the three years of his public ministry. More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 10 05.09.2026 16:10
Ordinary Time In the Catholic Church refers to the ordinal numbers 1st-33rd or 34th which identifies the longest season of the liturgical year Its colour is green, denoting growth. It follows the mission of Jesus during the three years of his public ministry. More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 9 29.08.2026 15:46
Bertie McKnight- he was the mandolin player of the group- died last week and, oh, by the way, did you hear that Tony Fitzgerald-Tony was our main singer- had passed away up in Queensland just before Christmas last year? Uh, no, I didn’t know, I replied. And before I could help myself, I continued- I suppose this means if we intend to get the band back together again, it’ll have to be as a trio! Mo...
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 9 29.08.2026 15:46
Bertie McKnight- he was the mandolin player of the group- died last week and, oh, by the way, did you hear that Tony Fitzgerald-Tony was our main singer- had passed away up in Queensland just before Christmas last year? Uh, no, I didn’t know, I replied. And before I could help myself, I continued- I suppose this means if we intend to get the band back together again, it’ll have to be as a trio! Mo...
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 8 22.08.2026 18:21
I am reminded that unsung heroes are everywhere- except of course within the frenetic media circuses that infest our communications channels where blowhards and bloviators bray and bellow, elbow and belly one another aside as they jostle to occupy the limelight at the top of the heap. More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 7 15.08.2026 15:52
We often have images of groups of chanting people being set upon by wild beasts in the Colosseum as the Roman crowd roars its approval and do you perhaps see, in your mind’s eye, lines of screaming human torches blazing along the Appian Way as punishment for the dastardly sect’s setting fire to Rome. More
Letters from Quotidia Hologram 6 08.08.2026 16:46
Gradually, I learned to make a shining virtue out of dire necessity by quoting a Catholic saint who said, of any difficulty faced, this is the path to heaven, and I even found a quiet pride in doing the various tasks well and mastering new skills as I went along. More
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