#skaldic

[illustratus]

After the Battle by Peter Nicolai Arbo

[mvaljean525]

Segjǫndum fló sagna snótar ulfr at móti í gemlis ham gǫmlum glamma ó- fyr -skǫmmu; settisk ǫrn, þars æsir ár-Gefnar mar báru (vasa byrgi-Týr bjarga bleyði vændr) á seyði.

No short time since did the gentlewoman’s wolf fly with a clatter In vulture’s worn-out shape towards the tellers of tales; The eagle settled down where the Æsir were bearing harvest-Giver’s horse (Not accused of cowardice was her rock-imprisoning titan) to the cooking fire.

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Haustlǫng - Excerpt

Þjóðólfr of Hvinir, c.900 AD

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Graphic - David Michael Bowers  (B.1956)

[broomsick]

“A monster is born to thee that shall tame the rage of wild beasts, and crush with fierce mouth the fleet wolves.”

History of the Danes, Book I. Saxo Grammaticus “The Learned”, Late 12th - Early 13th Century A.D.

[liefdesverdriiet]

❨ norse mythology; odin ❩

Odin (Óðinn) is the son of Borr and the jötunn Bestla. He is the All-Father of Nordic Gods, and is the most powerful of the Asgardian gods.

He is married to the goddess Frigg, by whom he is the father of the twin gods Baldr and Höðr. With the giantesses Gríðr and Rindr, Odin has two other sons named Víðarr and Váli. His eldest son is Thor, god of thunder, born to him by Jörð, the personification of the Earth.

Odin was known in Old English as Wōden, in Old Saxon as Wōdan, and in Old High German as Wuotan or Wōtan, all of which stem from the reconstructed Proto-Germanic *wōđanaz.

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[poetry-and-stone]

i. The skalds who spun tails in lilting Ænglisc and stood beside a throne with a goblet in one hand and the soul of their land in the other opened each poem with a howl “hwæt!” ii. paint a picture of everything you’ve ever seen do it without a brush, without a canvas lick your lips, open your mouth, hesitate smile, take a breath “hwæt!” iii. words are sacred, keep them to yourself words are sacred, use them sparingly words are sacred, do not hold them to your chest words are sacred, holy things are meant to be shared words are sacred, bless honestly and imperfectly words are sacred “hwæt!” iv. we write essays and math problems and notes and calculations. we bleed graphite and ink. we have written word spilling from our hands since childhood. we have spoken word spilling from our mouths since childbirth. we pick up pencils and markers before we pick up ourselves. we scribble on paper before we fully learn to walk. we teach our tiny mouths to conjugate and decline and pronounce. we are a living linguistic miracle. we are our languages. “hwæt!” v. the words make the poet the poet makes the words. this is not something to be born into. this is something to grow into. “hwæt!” vi. (listen)

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Voluspa new Skaldic version

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