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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Lay of Hymir
Celebrating, commiserating, unifying, wedding, blessing, mourning, peace-making, marking, recovering, suffering, winning, losing, drawing there are many reasons for drinking and drinking is a thing that they do, do gods. Being a God is a reason for drinking and there had been so many reasons as of lately. There was no drink now. This was a first for the gods, something new. Something not good at all to endure, especially if there might be a few hours of it. This was something to drink to commiserate in fact, if there had been any drink to be drinking with, but there wasn’t any; no ale, no wine, no porter, no mead, no nothing to be drinking with.
Thor was especially upset. Upset for the others he said, but he was definitely turning red; redder than to be expected even when drink-filled. This was anger, desperate anger and he had an idea. To go to Aegir who always had beer. All of the Gods would be following and then all of them would be getting together on his call and would be drinking, drinking. Tyr went with him.
They went to Aegir’s hall beneath Hlesey over by Rocking Oceans deep beneath they went and to Aegir they went.
The dipped blood of the small animal swiftly killed had splattered to send them here, rune-shine in moonshine had told them of Aegir.
We have food, food a plenty, they said, feasts of it, but with nothing to drink with it they choked on it, it all is so dry on the throat without ale with it. All the Gods know this.
These feasts they could bring to him. Share with him, all of the Gods.
He had sent all his beer and all of the Gods and the Goddesses together was quite a lot. Not to mention they drink a lot. What, could they brew it in? Nothing would hold enough, quick enough, big enough.
There was a look in the eye of the Thunder God that would cause all of a serpent hoard to quail and subside. Aegir had been eyed. The hammer was thrumming, the whetstone was sparking, the shackles were rising; Aegir nearly blinded.
Tyr had an idea, it was his turn now. For long ago far away father the giant Hymer he had a cauldron that brewed beer. It was the biggest thing a God could imagine and Gods could imagine quite well. It was miles deep, we shall fetch it. Well said Aegir now, if you fetch it I shall brew in it. This was expected and recollected as they went for it.
Far over lands and seas did they travel. Away to the east, beyond the stormy waves of the Elivagar; eleven rivers of oceans of rocking wild waters.
One-hand as they travelled explained that his father the giant grisly Hymir had a cauldron that would do the trick, five miles deep it was but we already knew that so conversation was limited until they were nearer.
At Egil’s farm the goats were left and at last in search of the Water Whirler they spied now a mountain stood close to the sea.
Tyr now had a warning to give of how they might meet his grandmother, she who had heads a plenty, really too many and even Thor might be wary of all nine hundred of her heads, this is what was said.
In they sped anyway and if Thor had a slight tremble it was best not to mention and there in the halls there were many a fine cauldron. Stairs could be heard thundering plenty soon the door would be opening. Nine-Hundred-Head would be biting them dead.
Backing up smartly the two gods were a tight knit party and they headed without looking right into a shelf unit. There were the cauldrons the myriad cauldrons, buckets and barrels and boilers and brew bins, every one of them massive and of the thickest strong clay. They all were gigantic and stacked up to the back roof.
All of them tumbled as the shelving gave way. One and by one by one by one by one on down, down fell each cauldron, smashing on the heads they hit as they tumbled on two Gods below them. Banging and crashing and cracking and damaging.
Nothing was left of this selection of brewing items, and little was left of the senses and sensibility of these two, groggy to say the least. Then down fell the last. This was the daddy of the lot of them, it fell right onto them.
This was the actual cauldron, the actual one, this is the reason they had gone and it had just fell upon. It really did cover them They were in to depths of the bottom of a cauldron five miles deep and they howled with an echo that reached, well, everywhere actually, it far reached.
Then. There were footsteps, this was the Grandmother, nearing the cauldron, they quaked at the thought and were looking for somewhere bigger to hide. She was lifting it, steadily lifting, she knew what was inside.
It wasn’t the grandmother, it was the mother, they were looking right at her. She only had one head, had rather beautiful features, with a skin more wonderful than the whitest of flowers. This pale lady she laughed sweetly and welcomed Thor here with quite honeyed words.
Thor was all of a tremor. All she wore was golden and she was all of a glimmer. Necklaces, jewellery were all she had on her.
Even better, she had beer. She filled for them over and over great golden goblets brimming with beer. Good beer.
Then Hymer came home. He was here from his hunting and carried many dead trophies, with icicles all down his beard and his eyes filled with mist.
She sat them quickly behind an oak pillar so to introduce them slowly. She announced of their son being here and named his friend here as Veur. Hymir stared at them baleful, glared at them firefully and as his ice beard was melting the prop that hid them was smouldering. Above it was another shelf and as it gave way more cauldrons fell. One by one they all smashed on Thor’s head.
How Hymir laughed and called for three oxen. Thor he ate two with lots of beer then they all slept.
As Thor has such an appetite it was felt they must hunt. Fishing was the wish of them and Hymir sent him for bait. Off came the head of the best bull of the lot of them; Heaven Springer died with a snap of his horns as Thor took him for a lure.
Veur/Thor rowed far and Hymir pulled in two whales, then was matched by the catching of the biggest sea-serpent the huge winged beast Jormungand. It was wrestled by the one so strong and then flew from his hands.
Once they had rowed back to land Thor took the boat in hand and also the great whales and dragging them with the boat by their huge tails he went in for breakfast.
If you are so strong my friend then take this glass goblet and let it be wrenched apart. Thor took it and threw it, it bounced off a stone pillar and fell perfect to the floor there. How Hymir laughed, then his wife whispered (for she had a soft spot for Thor) to let his head be the target. That smashed it, Hymir Hard-head was hit upon head by the goblet and the glass smashed upon it much to his anger.
What is mine is yours he said as the strength of him left him, the power of the glass thing was what had held him, it, broken now, drained him he had to give in.
He gifted his last mighty cauldron and with it the brewing words. Tyr went to pick it up and with all of his one-hand strength he managed to wobble it while Thor tried and swing it up over his shoulder to perch there and he wandered. They left there. Left Hymir with his anger.
He could not just let them he sent a whole army after them, every one of the many-headed, the men who were monsters, the Giants of Hymir.
Thor saw them all coming and set too with Mjolnir one by one topping them, hitting head after head so before they were even near him the lot of them were dead.
There is more to this story but let us just finish with, the Gods had a great party.
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili
Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir
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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Heimdall
Grass listener, Wave-born, far-sighted, fair warning, nine-mother-man, honey-worded wooer, Heimdall is a towering safeguard till Horn Blow; his feet feel rainbows.
The sea is within him, the alert one
Less sleep than a bird
He watches for you from a hundred leagues away
Sees you night and day from far
The sound of the wool growing on the backs of the sheep
is music to his ears
Grass growing across the plains sings
At the steps of the rainbow
By the doors of Himinbjorg,
His hall is Cliffs of Heaven
Nine worlds will hear his horn
When fetched from Mimir’s pool the worlds will end
Gjall-blower will be his name that day
All men are born of him
His honeyed words birthed all
Of the twelve gods of the golden age
He is of the golden teeth
Goldtuft he rides
To all ceremonies
Where he wisely argues the case for the betterment
Of the old Gods he knows well the end
He foresees
Let him tell you what comes
In the reflections in mead let him come to you
Eagle-eyed he can help you, forewarn you
The White God king-maker
He Rig the Celts see as king
Runs like a ram when you call for his aid
Of Nine Mothers
When waves form one woman
Where nine is the number
And so there are so many souls
Beings of femininity of the number nine
They are the waves and they unify
To become one wave
A birth wave
Flowing for them comes
Their son
The son of nine mothers
Son of the waters of life
Far seeing, far hearing, ever alert, ever watchful
From them flowing
It is Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #2 Earth
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #3 Night
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #6 Eir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #7 Vili
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #8 Ve
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #9 Siv
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #10 Hænir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #11 Frejya
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #13 Freyr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir
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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Augelmir
First life
First life is Augelmir
Gigantic he is from before
Stepping out of the water ways
The weapon-shaped ice waters
The promise-breakers fast rivers
The chopping sea
The Rocking Ocean
The torrents and the slow ice
Water falling flowing is from the beginning
Countless winters before there was earth here to flow upon
Such inundation flowed
And in it was collected
The sordid foul inklings of what might one day walk here
In the depths here where waters first flow
Here there came evil
Dirt and all poison are readied for their role on earth
Out of them first life
From the very venom
So evolved Augelmir
Six-headed offspring emerging
Are nearly as evil as he
Sweat from him forms offspring
To go out into life and bring suffering
They are not as strong and as wilful as he
Augelmir birthed from that venom
He was first and
Life is thus
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #2 Earth
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #3 Night
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #6 Eir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #7 Vili
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #8 Ve
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #9 Siv
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #10 Hænir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #11 Frejya
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #13 Freyr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir
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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Earth
The all-bearer, the fruit bringer, she is pathway, she is rain-home, she is nurture, she is plenty, she is earthen-body and she is Nerthus/Earth; Earth. She birthed us, believe her.
Gods come from her and Goddesses became from her
She is born from the oldest of tales and of memories
She came from Night, the first darkness
She is the belief that began all belief
She is Earth
There is nature here and living beauty and plenty
Look also at yourself
for all of your faults and strengths and foibles,
Because you were born from her you monster
There is only one small hope for the children born of Earth
That they care for her.
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #2 Earth
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #3 Night
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #6 Eir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #7 Vili
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #8 Ve
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #9 Siv
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #10 Hænir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #11 Frejya
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #13 Freyr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir
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Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Thor
Thunder hammerer laughs as lightning floods from forelock blasting rock, ice and fire; elements of those enormous ones who he shall shock
This red head of his has dazzling flash; in his eyes you will quale and fall
Thorsday’s child Thor Odinsson God of order
And as a child he slew giants. With Mjolnir now he slays many more
Ever-returner ever strikes
Even Hymir’s many-headed monsters die at a distance
before their masses even approach
Call for his strength,
he who could catch and grapple Jormungand
Invoke Thor in name of law and stability
What is right is right
Be noble, he champions you
Farm free, be poetic, rise as a warrior and rule royally
Thor is here for you
Feed him he laughs as he troughs, whole hogs and vast barrels
He can roar a red rage and calm to laugh in an instant
Quick tempered, quick to calm, quick to laugh, quick!
Above all quick
It might possibly be said he’s a bit slow on the uptake
But it will only be said once.
Depend on his strength; the greatest of the Gods
The greatest of the Gods
See him stand central of Freyr and Odin in Uppsala
Greatest
Call on him,
Call on his hammer
He can bless your bonding with his dwarf-forged weapon
Your bonding, your birth, your pastures, your union
Thundering coming, laughing and racing, he storms above us
Chariot wheels and humming rumbling hammer
Thor has the weather at hand
In control as he can
Yet he is in chaos as the whetstone man
Lightning-head fires out sending weather elements everywhere
Call for fair weather if you are fair
Strong winds if you fly to be righteous aid
Thor bring us fruits of the earth
Brings the acorn for our livestock
Cross this God and even a look from his eye will cause you to quail
Thor the hunter, wide-wanderer says what he sees
Protecting his bride and his snow-white daughter
Seeking out the nine hundred headed with his hammer
Protect by striding outward
Live in good order, grow from the earth,
catch from the waters,
defend the weak and the righteous
Be Thor
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili
Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #15 Skaði
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg
Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #20 Iðun
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #22 Sól
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #23 Máni
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #24 Rán
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #25 Hel
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #26 Óðin
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #29 Loki
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #31 Týr
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #34 Mimir
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead
Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir
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(The above is very definitely a draft)
News Flash- The final graphic novel is on this links page
(And the next one is on there too)
A wonderful progress report.
The birth of the project is covered in my wordpress blog
I have added in pictures done so far, in most cases they are very not the final image or a good copy even. They give a very good idea of how we are progressing.
The end layout will be comic book style and I am researching and seeking guidance to make the space as comic booky as possible.
There has already been a suggestion that I create a banner display to exhibit at woodland festivals.
Artists and contributors will always be credited of course.
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(Above by Chloe)
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The below is a fun temporary image from me – utilising anna’s hammer (which will be part of the montage)
Jackie of Swanhilda’s Sweets on ebay who does Viking Trade Route jewellery is doing the above.
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(Above by Jude)
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By Tove Diving into the wisdom of the Well of Urd
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don doing above one
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Struggling through the topical slime-filled waters of a typical Norwegian Fjord…
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Chelsea
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Above by chelsea
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jude
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(temporary picture by me)
(Above picture to be replaced by Vibeke’s)
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Two from Helen, one from me and another to come from Tove I hope. But. For the digital version it could be really really long.
No, really really.
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chloe
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Here is a very temporary image from me unless I dont hear from gramey – then it stays!
Gramey replacing the above
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Adrian – (more to do)
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This one has a temporary image from me for now….
Olivia doing the above (or rather, replacing the above)
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Chloe
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Now, this is the one I did……
But I think I better replace it with the one below from Keiran….
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ade
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Helen
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tove
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Temporary Picture
Tove replacing the above
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My temporary fun image….
laura replacing this one with hers
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I will be adding this image in elsewhere….
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Across the cosmos
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by chloe
A huge thank you to all – all this is draft – and will grow
(read my blog from the very beginning)
Saying Thank You
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Those Sparkling Words
Tove Gulbrandsen says of Adrian Spendlow:
Your trademark: Constantly flowing river of interesting, important ideas. Funny, silly, crazy. And delicious overwhelming deep thoughts about the most important stuff in our lives. Always from a surprising angle. That is you. Your gift. Your ideas will never stop. You lift them out; serve them – to let everyone receive your gifts. That is why I want so many to be a part of these treasures you are giving us.
Recipe Tip
A great and handy tip for improving your life with a slow cooker which is really simple is to go through all your cupboards looking for anything you don’t really like and your fridge and freezer too (No really, this really works and you will be totally surprised at how much better things are for you once you do this). Tip them in and mix them all together, take the slow cooker and throw the whole lot in the bin!
To really really improve life from the inside out take a dozen gadgets from the hidden depths of your kitchen and throw them as well.
I could write you a list, but basically, if it feels tacky at all – it goes.
Don’t be slow.
Comic Turn
I am looking for contributors to a Viking comic book project. I have the text and the storyline and thought it would be exciting to ask artists to take part. The original mini adventure was created for the Jorvik Viking Festival for the Jorvik Group and I would like for it to gain a wider audience. Initially it will be just for fun as a blog. Although there is the possibility of future publications as a profit share. If you would like to hear more please do message me (adrianspendlow@gmail.com). Working title; The Hammer Flies.
(Art by Gramey Smith)
Friends all over the World
But you get those friend requests, and go over for a look. (Ever done this?) You are not so sure. They don’t look that genuine. I will just have a look at their pictures and see if they look real and active and genuine and things. I click, I’ve clicked confirm by mistake. Ever done this? I have.
You Are Guilty
Yes, you are one of them. Have a look. Your social networking sites. You don’t look genuine. If you are one of those who hardly have any pictures of yourself. You haven’t put anything up but emotive mottos and wisdoms with rainbows and waves. Impersonal stuff. You don’t look real. You are a cat. Even worse, I clicked through to a friend request’s page and they are a sheep. A sheep! Turns out I have met them loads of times, but I didn’t say yes cos they were a sheep.
Rant over.
Well the rant on that one.
The World and I
You may have read my prose poem blog (World) where I decided that the world as it is just will not do. I thought you might like an update. You are still not doing very well; the place is a right mess. Can’t you all just get along or something” I am totally fed of you all. I am giving you a last chance. If you don’t sort it all out or at least make some progress towards being ok with each other I am off. Off. I am going to find somewhere else to live. This is your last warning World. If you want me around start doing things a lot better. I am packing as we speak.
Swan Girl and Other Fortean Stuffs
Forts
I am a Charles Fort fan… “I conceive of nothing, in religion, science, or philosophy that is more than the proper thing to wear for a while”.
Convinced, or want more… “I believe nothing. I have shut myself away from the rocks and wisdoms of ages, and from the so-called great teachers of all time, and perhaps because of that isolation I am given to bizarre hospitalities. I shut the front door upon Christ and Einstein, and at the back door hold out a welcoming hand to little frogs and periwinkles.” – that’s got yer.
I will give you one more shot and if you aren’t a fan by then I abandon you… “If there is an underlying oneness of all things, it does not matter where we begin, whether with stars, or laws of supply and demand, or frogs, or Napoleon Bonaparte. One measures a circle, beginning anywhere.” Anywhere! Crikey Moses I am a fan (am I alone in this?).
Just What I Fort
‘You’ll need a sense of adventure, curiosity, natural scepticism and a good sense of humour.’ Fortean Times
Back to the Present
I have had a bit of back trouble lately, a rare thing for me, but I have done some heavy lifting lately and yet I leapt out of bed this morning. It was agony. I trunched down the stairs and as I did my phone alarm went. It was on the table downstairs, and it was going like mad. I went to it, turned it off and went back up to bed. As I went up the stairs I thought to myself, that’s why I went downstairs, but, it hadn’t started till I was halfway down. In Norway this is part of the culture of Vardoger (English spelling) according to a harbinger feature in Fortean Times.
You and the Yew
There is a conspiracy. There has just been a new way of looking at the ancient yews. Some of them may well be up to five thousand years old. They are effectively immortal. Some have been proved to have been alive when ancient sacred tree groves were referred to (“Remove the idols but do not destroy the ancient trees as believers will come to see them and you can seek to convert them”) so if they were alive then, they were possibly ancient even then. There has been a sudden appearance in Welsh churches (where the most clearly defined ancient yews are visited very often by visitors from around the world) of official looking certificates stating, ‘The yew tree in this church yard has been proved to be 500 years old.’ IE there seems to be a conspiracy to prove that the trees were planted after the churches were built. Are these certificates a holy lie?
Swan Girl
Just reads a great story of an actual young woman who disappeared in strange circumstances; not in Fortean times this time, but in an exciting looking blog MacCreig – The Encyclopedia of Fantastical Anomalies. Go have a look. I am looking into this story further and plan to tell a version of it at gatherings, with thanks to MacCreig. Great story.
Advertising Rant
Just passed a dentists and they had a huge hoarding outside: Buy our invisible braces – well what a waste of time and money, I’ve never seen any, have you!?
Uther Pendragon at Barley Hall
As a follow up to my Nose Gay Blogs I thought I ought to give Uther a mention. It was great fun working on the Nose Gay project and I met some amazing people. This older guy in particular; a slight even frail looking chap who came to visit turned out to be not frail at all and very active.
He saw my selection of herbs and said he would return with a bunch from his garden for me to display in a vase. So I asked him his name, he bowed and proclaimed, ‘I sir am Uther Pendragon’ He bid me farewell after telling me of his life as a Viking and then saluted; he did first world war stuff too and all sorts of eras.
When I returned to work a couple of days later there was a vase of herbs on my table.
Loony Old Witch
Talk of being medieval reminded me of the wonderful times I had as part of Robin Hood as the Loony Old Witch; here’s some fun footage.
Bee Spelling
I am a fan of i before e. I reckon it works fine, on words what I use anyway. There is a move against it however; it seems there are far more words that it doesn’t apply to than it does. Then I realised, we don’t need such a thing anymore, it is from a bygone age. Now I go for
Red line underneath – Let your software be believed.
Write any old rubbish it’ll put it right. Anything else is simply nuggets! (Ah sorry that was predictive text.)
Spendlow TV
Exciting times as I hear from a production company who want to make a pilot for a forthcoming television series – Spendlow TV!!!!!
They have received interest in the project and are making the pilot for presentation. Part of the series will be live shows coupled with interviews and we will be presenting a double bill with a different act each time. In the first show Legendary (myself and Celtic-Folk artist Olivia Jayne Newton) will be teaming with another act to put on an evening in a cosy York venue.
Tales from Older People
The Read All About It project for York Stars was a joy to experience and I was honoured to be Project Manager and to work with such a great team.. There are still some of the books left and I would be happy to send you a copy for free (Message me on adrianspendlow@gmail.com although I will charge you £2 for postage) or ask me at forthcoming performances.
Or read on line – The Stories – The Images
Here is one of the stories:
One of the people with connections with Norway is a lady by the name of Haldenby, who tells us that of the places she knows in the land of fjords there is a town to which she felt an affinity; Halden. Intrigued by this link, this link to the Vikings, the origins of this surname brought interesting results. There is a small Lincolnshire town called Haldenby, which suggests her family may well have come from there as surnames were often descriptions of origins.
The ending ‘by’ or ‘bi’ was used by the Norse settlers to mean settlement and Halden originally meant half-Dane. Given that all Vikings were often referred to as Danes it seems that descendants of Haldenby, such as this lady, were from a group made up of Vikings and local people who had mixed, worked and live together as a harmonious community, perhaps even with links from before that with the Norwegian town of Halden. A presentation was made to Miss Haldenby for her to display and share with others.
See also Gudvangen Viking Valley or Viking Heaven
Forthcoming blogs will cover; The Famous Marrow and the path to Scandinavia (a recipe blog), Reading Minds, The Dress (a short story with art) and of course the Viking Comic strip.
Saying Thank You
Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.
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