21 Sep 2008
Do it by hand. When I ask myself, “how did folks do this before?”…“By hand,” is usually the answer. From cooking over a fire, or in a hand-built stone oven, to cobbling a pair of boot soles back together; when you do it by hand your whole body gets involved. And not only that – a little bit of you is transferred into what you’re doing. Your thoughts, dreams, and intentions all get woven into your work. It’s what we’ve been doing for nearly forever, and it just feels right. Imagine being so intimate with all of your possessions and the world around you! Imagine yourself working everyday for the health and prosperity of your family and community. Doing sometimes hard but always fulfilling work, that directly supports those you love, instead of laboring in exchange for enough money to pay the …
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21 Sep 2008
Recently, I re-read an early twentieth century presentation of Norse Mythology in the form of H. A. Guerber’s Myths of the Norsemen from the Eddas and Sagas. While this book presents the myths themselves in quite an aesthetically pleasing and thorough manner, the typical late nineteenth century interpretation of myth that it displays is a little grating. The main reason for this irritation comes from the trend of that era to only interpret myth from the viewpoint of what Georges Dumézil would term the “Third Function”—a function that is equivalent to the societal role of the farmers, peasants, and thralls. Although Third Function interpretations can help form a basis for the understanding of myth, ultimately, they are not complete, as they only account for the functions of the natural world to explain its meaning. And myth is far more complex than …
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21 Sep 2008
The first thing you notice is the color. Horsemeat is a startling blood red in hue, an effect produced by its myoglobin content. The fat, distributed in a sleeve around the meat, is tinted yellow from corn or pasture flora and is easily sliced off. Succulent equine flesh is sweeter than beef, with a finer grain, most similar to deer in flavor (an inexperienced taster probably could not distinguish between the two), and recommended by dieticians in many countries for its …
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21 Sep 2008
I am he, the one eyed, terrible deity. He stares back into my eye and laughs.
How absurd that we are ever not …
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21 Sep 2008
We come gathered with our kin,
Welcoming Ancestors in,
Using sacred mead, or ale,
With horns held high, the Gods we …
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21 Sep 2008
In my visions you are an ingot of fired iron shot up through the fertile must of earth, and
my fingerbones delve into that same earthself and ride the tunnel down.
The underworld has many entrances.
A ring of toppled Alders overtaken by ghostcolored tribes of Oyster mushrooms, at its
hub the Cedar
Whose lightning-burnt husk’s inner side bears a calligraphy of mudcrack char
Swirling in the dank of molds and cinder,
Skullwound roots which thirstless cause the creek to curdle,
Motes glooming in the goblin …
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21 Sep 2008
To take gold from the bosom of the earth
is to rob the heart of your land
is to steal the heart of your lover
and bind it to your will
the cost is immeasurable and unbearable
though short-sighted fears make us blind to …
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