Friday, October 5, 2007

Peorð

The most mysterious rune: peorð. Dice box? hmm.

The rune poem says,
"peorð byþ symble plega and hlehter / wlancum [on middum], ðar wigan sittaþ / on beorsele bliþe ætsomne"

which means

"peorð is a source of recreation and amusement to the great, where warriors sit blithely together in the banqueting-hall."

Is it a feasting bench tipped over? a headless seated person with bent knee and elbow?

Folk mostly agree that "it's meaning is obscure", though some suggest a tree, pear or apple. If so, maybe it's Iduna presenting herself as the eternal source of Life.

And it the name of the manga goddess. There's a weird cultural link probably worth a master's thesis: "Norse Myth in Japanese Popular Culture".

In any case, it keeps coming up at unexpected moments. Feast-halls aside, it's gestalt feels definitely female. Speaks to me in some odd way.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

beCalmed

Calmed down a bit since this morning's froth.

Realised that this blog-o'-mine was an actual thing where random nonsense could accumulate to my lasting embarrassment.

How, then, to make the best use of this simplest and most easily abused form of vanity publishing?

That is a question, my dears, which only long and tedious consultation with my beloved Muse, Pretentia, the 10th and usually forgotten daughter of Mnemosyne, will yield to.

And who, pray tell, are "my dears". This bloody blog has an audience of one.

Descending

Much thrashing. Babylon delayed, postponed to another day.
Today is today is today.
And suddenly the fog descends.