August 13, 2025

Paris: Where History, Art, and Romance Flow Together in the Cultural Heart of Europe (Part 2)

See Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

To stroll through Paris is to wander in the cultural heart of Europe, where every boulevard and narrow cobbled street seems steeped in centuries of artistry, thought, and romance. Here, Gothic spires rise above the Seine, the light of the old masters dances across museum walls, and café terraces hum with the timeless ritual of conversation over coffee and wine. The city is a tapestry of the monumental and the intimate—majestic landmarks like the Louvre and Notre-Dame stand alongside hidden bookshops, flower markets, and sunlit gardens. More than a destination, Paris is an experience of culture in its purest form, a place where history and modernity converse with effortless elegance. Many thanks to my friend for sharing the beautiful photos of his recent trip, which brought this vision of Paris vividly to life.

Months Mind Requiems

August 12, 2025

Monarchist by Conviction, Anarch by Necessity

Whenever we meet someone for the first time, the same questions tend to come up. For new readers online, I’ll try to answer the ones that truly matter, as clearly and simply as I can.

I was under the impression that you were a monarchist, so why did you describe yourself as an anarch? What exactly do you mean by ‘anarch’?

The special trait making me an anarch is that I live in a world which I "ultimately" do not take seriously. This increases my freedom; I serve as a temporary volunteer. ~ Eumeswil, Ernst Jünger

A monarchist by conviction, I am an anarch by necessity. That is to say, I hold, by reason and by faith, that monarchy is the political form most aligned with human nature, tradition, and the sacred. I see hierarchy not as oppression but as order, and in the person of the king as a symbolic center around which a people become a nation. My conviction is not nostalgic, but metaphysical, rooted in the belief that authority, rightly understood, flows from above.

Yet I live in a world that has cast down its thrones, mistaking liberty for license, and order for tyranny. It is an age of managed illusions, algorithms, mass man, interchangeable leaders, and rootless citizens. In such a world, to act politically is to shout into the wind.

So I do not join parties, nor do I deign to vote. Instead, I follow the path of the anarch, an ideal I aspire to, inspired by the vision laid out by the great German writer, philosopher, and soldier Ernst Jünger (1895-1998).

Introduced in Jünger’s 1977 novel Eumeswil, the anarch is a sovereign individual—someone who is internally free, indifferent to regimes, yet capable of navigating or even serving within them. He is inwardly detached, self-mastered, and apolitical. His kingdom is not of this world, although he moves through it with awareness and precision.


Despite the similarity in terms, the difference between Jünger’s anarch and the anarchist is profound.


An anarchist is a political activist who aims to eliminate all forms of external authority, particularly the state. Typically, an anarchist is an activist, often militant or revolutionary, defined by opposition to hierarchy and centralized power. The anarchist dreams of replacing the existing order with a radically decentralized or stateless society through protest, agitation, or even violence. His struggle is external, ideological, and collective.


The anarch, by contrast, is not a bomb-thrower; he observes power rather than acts against it. He may work within a regime without losing his spiritual integrity. He adopts roles without identifying with them. He prefers inner detachment over outward rebellion. He is “in the world, but not of it.” Grounded in self-sovereignty, discipline, and inner freedom, the anarch possesses a near monastic metaphysical reserve. He is not a revolutionary but something more radical—a man who transcends politics.


Related, but distinct, is Jünger’s earlier figure of the forest fleer (Waldgänger), introduced in his 1951 essay Der Waldgang (The Forest Passage). Both the anarch and the forest fleer are symbols of resistance and inner freedom, but they differ in context, attitude, and spiritual focus.


The forest fleer is the man who withdraws from a totalitarian or mass society, not in defeat, but in defiance. He “flees to the forest” symbolically. The forest symbolizes a realm beyond the grasp of the state, a mythic and existential space of freedom and moral courage. He is the one who says “No” when all others submit. Not primarily an outlaw or political agitator, he is a free man who accepts solitude, risk, and responsibility.


In Jünger’s view, the forest is the antithesis of the administered world. It evokes the ancient Teutonic hero who retreats into the woods when society becomes unjust, the Christian hermit who flees to the desert to preserve truth, and the idea that even under complete control, one free man remains ungovernable.


The anarch, by contrast, need not flee because he carries the forest within. He may (like Martin Venator in Eumeswil) serve a tyrant, live under surveillance, or work as a historian, yet he never spiritually submits. His resistance is not overt but rooted in his very being. The anarch is not a revolutionary; he is more radical. He does not challenge the state directly but questions the world itself.


In short, the forest fleer is a man of action amid the ruins, like an underground fighter or partisan. The anarch is a sovereign being after the collapse, a metaphysical exile living outside the political and historical current. One fights for freedom; the other embodies freedom.


~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 11th, Feast of Santa Filomena

Our Lady’s Dowry: Marian Music from Mediæval England

A rich artistic culture flourished in Mediæval England, which was marked by an intense piety that belied the political instability of the age. English music was renowned on the Continent for its refinement and characteristic ‘sweetness’.

Lady Margaret Beaufort – mother of Henry VII and grandmother of Henry VIII – was instrumental in securing the crown for the Tudor dynasty at the conclusion of the Wars of the Roses. Despite her political manœuverings, she was famous for her religious devotion and was an important patroness of the arts.

On Sunday, August 24, Musica Transalpina presents a program of music from early Tudor England, featuring the Missa O bone Jhesu by Robert Fayrfax, which was commissioned by Lady Margaret. This mass survives in three choirbooks compiled around 1515, 1520, and 1525, but this mass setting would have to predate Lady Margaret’s death in 1509. A closer look at her treasurer’s payment records indicates that she paid Fayrfax 6 shillings and 8 pence for a new mass on August 11, 1507, positively dating this composition to that year.

Join Musica Transalpina as we present works by Fayrfax, Tye, and Byrd on Saturday, August 23, and Sunday, August 24, 2025.

Saturday, August 23, 2025 at 7.30 P. M.

Sierra Madre Playhouse
87 W Sierra Madre Blvd,
Sierra Madre, CA 91024

Sunday, August 24, 2025 at 3.30 P. M.

St. Mark’s Presbyterian Church
2200 San Joaquin Hills Road
Newport Beach, CA 92660

August 11, 2025

Paris: Where History, Art, and Romance Flow Together in the Cultural Heart of Europe (Part 1)

See Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

To stroll through Paris is to wander in the cultural heart of Europe, where every boulevard and narrow cobbled street seems steeped in centuries of artistry, thought, and romance. Here, Gothic spires rise above the Seine, the light of the old masters dances across museum walls, and café terraces hum with the timeless ritual of conversation over coffee and wine. The city is a tapestry of the monumental and the intimate—majestic landmarks like the Louvre and Notre-Dame stand alongside hidden bookshops, flower markets, and sunlit gardens. More than a destination, Paris is an experience of culture in its purest form, a place where history and modernity converse with effortless elegance. Many thanks to my friend for sharing the beautiful photos of his recent trip, which brought this vision of Paris vividly to life.

Tenth Sunday After Pentecost at St. Michael's Church in Staten Island, New York

August 10, 2025

Remembering Antonio Molle Lazo, Carlist Martyr

"I will suffer the greatest torments rather than apostatize from my God."
Today we remember the martyrdom of Antonio Molle Lazo (b. 2 April 1915 — d. 10 August 1936), a young Requeté who was captured, tortured, and brutally murdered while trying to protect the nuns at the convent of the Hermanitas de la Cruz (Little Sisters of the Cross) in Peñaflor, Seville, from Republican militiamen during the Spanish Civil War. His dying words were ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

Final Preparations Complete for the 136th Annual Feast of San Rocco di Potenza in Little Italy, New York

San Rocco, ora pro nobis
As the 136th Annual Feast of San Rocco di Potenza approaches, members of the Society gathered Thursday evening at the historic Shrine Church of the Most Precious Blood (113 Baxter Street) in Little Italy, New York, to finalize preparations. The miraculous papier-mâché statue of San Rocco was placed on the Guariglia side altar against a vibrant scarlet backdrop, while fresh flowers were arranged before both the high altar and the saint’s image.
Mass will be celebrated at 11:30 A.M. on Sunday, August 17th, followed by a solemn procession carrying the statue and a first-class relic of San Rocco. The streets of Little Italy and Chinatown will echo with the music of Danny Vecchiano and the Giglio Band as the faithful accompany the saint.


Religious articles and raffle tickets will be available for purchase outside the church.

We look forward to celebrating with you. Viva San Rocco!

Photo of the Week: La Fontana dei Tre Delfini, Reggia di Caserta, CE

Photo by Andrew Giordano

Feast of the Assumption at Corpus Christi Church in South River, New Jersey

August 9, 2025

Amongst the Normies

Surrounded by “normies”—that is to say, Democrats and Republicans—I’m subjected to some of the most asinine debates imaginable. Ever since The Donald’s imperious return to power, two of them in particular have been at each other’s throats almost constantly. Even when I tell them to “get a room,” it only shuts them up for a New York minute—if that.

They learned long ago not to expect me to take a side in their petty squabbles, but that hasn’t stopped them from trying, time and again. No matter how many times I insist I’m neither a Democrat nor a Republican, they keep lobbing party-line talking points at me like I’m some kind of swing vote.

Poster children for democracy, they are uninformed, emotional, and utterly hypocritical. He is young and dumb—the kind of overconfident dimwit you’d hate to have arguing on your side. She is a glib, elitist snob, without a trace of virtue or self-awareness. Like all ideologues, they both parrot some of the most cringeworthy things I've ever heard.

Examples?


He made a complete 180 on the Epstein client list—now swallowing the DOJ’s dubious claim that its investigation turned up nothing.

He also believes the wild conspiracy theory that Michelle Obama is a man.

Equally deluded, she staunchly maintains—with smug certainty—that the former First Lady is, in fact, a woman.

She also openly supports the accused CEO-killer Luigi Mangione—not because she thinks he's innocent, but because he did it! (So much for due process when it's her cause.)

They are so politically stunted, so narrow-minded and ensconced in their liberal-bourgeois Weltanschauung, that they think I’m joking when I tell them that I’m a Monarchist. The idea that someone could exist outside their corrupt two-party system—let alone a counter-revolutionary, arch-reactionary traditionalist—simply does not compute.

Once, I foolishly tried to explain that I am an Anarch—as Ernst Jünger envisioned it (a sovereign individual who remains inwardly free and aloof from the state). They, of course, thought I meant anarchist, which, as we all should know, is the very antithesis—the antipode—of the Anarch. More on that at a later date.

Needless to say, I wasn’t the least bit surprised when, upon realizing I wouldn’t take either side, they called me a “socialist” and a “fascist,” respectively. Slander is their shared tongue. For all their bickering, moral panic, and historical illiteracy, they are two sides of the same coin—and speak the same language.

So I nod, smile, and get on with my day. Let them fight over the helm of a sinking ship. For my part, I will focus on self-mastery, inner detachment, and remain beholden to the throne of Heaven—that is, the transcendent authority of Christ the King—which, of course, makes me the most dangerous of all.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 8th, Feast of the Fourteen Holy Helpers

Announcing the 46th Annual St. Pio Festival at the National Blue Army Shrine of Our Lady of Fatima in Washington, New Jersey