When the Tame Dogs Turn Wild
A Breton note on progress, contempt, and teeth Ar chas doñv yelo da ouez. The tame dogs will turn wild. Some sentences carry an entire people within them. This Breton sentence does. One might quickly file the song away as nationalist, if one is content with the usual drawers. But that would be too little. It is not merely a homeland song, not a sentimental landscape, not a folkloric echo from some prettily embroidered past. It is a warning. Breton is a Celtic language. Those who do not know it first hear strangeness. Yet that very strangeness is instructive....
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