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More on Loki

Fall                                                                    Samhain Moon

Loki immersion continues.  I only have Loki in Scandinavian Mythology for three more days so I’ve given it priority in my day.  The book sucks me into matters not relevant to my purpose in reading it.

As folklore scholarship, it intrigues me; especially since I see an exact correlation between the higher criticism of the bible I learned in seminary and the folklore study methodology:  textual criticism, tradition criticism, sitz im leben (what role did the story play in its place of origin), redaction criticism (how have editors and/or compilers influenced the text) and work with the original languages.

(Baldrs-death-killed-by-Hod-helped-Loki)

So, instead of following themes that help me flesh out Loki as a chief character for Loki’s Children, I get seduced by the influence of Orphic tales on the Baldr Myth.  Having a limited time to work with the book helps, it has to go back to the University of Minnesota this Friday, no renewal.  Even so.

Overall though the book has been even more helpful than I imagined.  It was the only text solely to focus on Loki that I could find, the only academic text.  It has made forming a picture of Loki, his skills and his character and his backstory, much easier.

Yet Another Late Learning

Fall                                                                        Harvest Moon

Another late lesson.  Or, perhaps better, a lesson only incompletely grasped, now more fully understood.

Learning, difficult learning, excites me and keeps me motivated.  But.  The brain only has so much patience for stuffing new things in before it tires, eyes glaze over and a slight headache develops.  At least for me.

(Peasants harvesting crops, by Flemish artist Pieter Brueghel)

Over this growing season I’ve discovered that taking a work outside break, a work with my hands or my back break, releases the tension and I can come back to my work refreshed.  I have also found that I enjoy the work outside much more when I understand its value in the total rhythm of my day.  So there’s a virtuous circle here.  Work hard at the desk, then get up and accomplish something manual garden work or changing light bulbs or organizing the garage.

 

Loki Gives Birth

Fall                                                                    Harvest Moon

In the Asgard myth a builder offers to build the walls and palaces of Asgard in three years if he can have the sun, the moon, and Freyja.  The gods tell him he can have one year and no help. He asks to have his horse help and Loki advises agreement.  The horse works very hard and the gods see, with three days left, that the man might finish in one year.

(Thor & Loki being adoptive brothers is an idea from comics, not myth)

They panic and demand that Loki prevent him.  Loki turns himself into a mare and distracts the man’s horse by neighing until he comes to her.  Though he tried, the man did not succeed in catching his horse and flew into a rage.  The rage revealed him to be a giant.  Thor came back to Asgard and slew him.

Some time later Loki gave birth to Sleipnir, Odin’s eight-legged mount.

What I Learned in Seminary

Fall                                                                         Harvest Moon

A fascinating journey into Loki scholarship and through it into international scholarship on folklore has made me blink more than once in its equivalency to the methods of biblical scholarship I learned in seminary.  First, there is textual criticism.  That is, did this instance of a Loki tale originate in an Old Norse tale or a broader European context?  If it originated in an Old Norse tale we imagine it may accurately reflect the actual sentiment toward Loki held by those who followed the old Norse faith.

However.  Even if it originated in an Old Norse folktale, does it have antecedents in either nearby folkloric material, especially Celtic since the Norsemen conquered and occupied Ireland, or in traditions from a larger ambit, say Greek or Roman mythology?  To the extent the story reflects Greco-Roman or Celtic material it cannot be said with confidence to reflect the view of the ancient Norse.

Here’s an example.  There is, in a tale in which Loki, traveling, takes a staff to a large eagle, really a giant named Thjassi in animal form.  The staff sticks to Thjassi and Loki to the staff through the giant’s magic.  In return for his release Loki agrees to get Idunna and her apples for the giant.

(Edward Burne Jones the_garden_of_hesperides_1870)

Once released Loki goes to Idunna and tells her he’s seen better apples in the forest.  She wonders at this, gathers her apples for comparison and leaves Asgard with Loki.  When she does, Thjassi in his eagle form swoops down and gathers her up.

Without Idunna’s apples the gods and goddesses of Asgard wrinkle and turn gray, beginning to grow old.

There’s more, but there’s enough here to make the point.  Here’s a paragraph from Wiki on the Garden of the Hesperides:

The Garden of the Hesperides, Atlas’ daughters, was Hera‘s orchard in the far western corner of the world, where either a single tree or a grove of trees bearing immortality-giving golden apples grew. Hera placed in the garden a never-sleeping, hundred-headed dragon (named Ladon) as an additional safeguard. The 11th Labor of Hercules was to steal the golden apples from the garden. He stole the apples by asking Atlas to steal the apples and in return he would hold up the sky for him. After Atlas picked the apples Hercules asked Atlas to hold up the sky for him while he made a pad of the lion skin. He never took back his job of holding up the sky and ran away.

So this Loki story recapitulates a Greek story about the hero Hercules.  Not likely to be a source of good information about Loki and the ancient Norse faith.

Here’s one other thing I’ve relearned in this foray.  Folklorists have a numbered system for the appearance of story types.  In the myth of Baldr, after he dies from an arrow made of mistletoe, an attempt is made to bring him back from Niflheim, the realm of Hel, Loki’s monstrous daughter.   In the Aarne-Thompson system of folklore classification this is a 931, in essence a variation on the story of Orpheus.

I Like Getting Old. Patti Smith

Fall                                                                     Harvest Moon

Something’s happening here.  What it is is not exactly clear.  At the end of this gardening year I feel like I’ve finally gotten it.  That is, I believe I now understand how to grow fruits and vegetables in quantity and of high food value. As Kate said, moving her hand in a low but upward swoop,  “Sometimes the learning curve is long.”  And it has been.  Over 20+ years.  Today though I feel good about my gardening skill.

On the writing front I’ve rounded up several agents to query when Missing comes back from its beta readers and has gone through the copy editing process.  I’m deep in the research phase for Loki’s Children, focused right now on the text, Loki in Scandinavian Mythology.  No matter how all this turns out in the matter of publication, I’ve let the inner and outer censors go.  I don’t know how or why, but I freed them and they left.  So now the process is all good.  Research.  Critique.  Feedback.  Submission.  Writing.  All good.

The MOOC’s have retaught me a valuable lesson.  When I’m engaged in scholarship, I’m happy, in my element.  I hit flow most often while learning.  That means the work with Ovid, which begins again on October 4th, is another chunk of the same.  Happiness is a warm book.

Last night I had a dream in which a person ridiculed me for not being spontaneous, being disciplined to a fault.  It bothered me as I slowly rose to consciousness this morning.  Am I so focused on a few things that I’m missing life?  Has my willingness to change directions, chart a new path receded?  Been suppressed by all this?

No.  I don’t think so.  But I’m open to other perspectives.  To me my life is full, rich.  There are friends and family whom I see or communicate with regularly.  There is a creative life partnership with Kate here.  The dogs alone provide many spontaneous moments because dogs live only in the now.  In the past I have initiated change in the world through political action.  Now the action is more at home and in the family.  Seems just right for the third phase.

 

 

Interlibrary Loan

Fall                                                                  Harvest Moon

Certain last century, even last millennium information transfer methods still have traction.  After a frustrating search through various book selling websites, Loki in Scandinavian Mythology was not available.  There are also no e-books of it online.

A library search did turn up a copy in the University of Minnesota Wilson Library.  But Andover occupies the exurban fringe, so close to the cornfields, so far from the U.  At first reading it at Wilson seemed like a good idea.  No.  Too much driving.  Hmmm.

Aha.  Interlibrary loan.  Sure enough, I went on the Anoka County Library Website and located a way to enter a request for this book from Wilson library.  The system, for free, delivered it to my local library, the Rum River Library and on Monday I went over and picked it up.  It has to be back in three weeks, by October 14th, no renewals.  Doesn’t matter.  I’ll finish with it well before then.

Let’s hear a cheer for physical copies and librarians.

Yes, but.  Let’s hear another cheer for the folks busily scanning books in to great digital depositories so maybe the next time a hard to locate book is needed, it has a copy in the Great Library, the one in the Cloud.

Loki and Scansion

Lughnasa                                                                                                            Harvest Moon

“Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”  C.S. Lewis

After a day with Loki and scansion, I got tired and was happy to have supper and watch Wire in the Blood with Kate.  Loki’s fascinating, an original bad jotun, and just can’t help making mischief, a festering ball of chaos.  He’ll make a great character once I figure out how to include him in the story.

(Gullinbursti, the Golden Boar.  Part of the Loki saga)

Scansion, on the other hand.  Oy vey!  I find recognizing meter, the stressed and unstressed syllables difficult.  I’ve never learned it and I need to now in order to finish my essay on Dickinson’s poem.  After locating some handy brief exercises, my head hurt.  So, I stopped.

Tomorrow.

The gong fu cha goes well.  I have a rhythm with it now and I produce six pots of tea out of a single batch of tea leaves.  The last two infusions, surprisingly, are the best.  At least so far.

The Springtime of the Soul

Lughnasa                                                               Harvest Moon

This northern soul breathes easier when the mornings are cooler, even cold.  The bright blue Canadian skies or the dark gray roof of low cumulus clouds make me happy, too.  As we tilt toward September 29th, Michaelmas, the springtime of the soul holiday in my sacred calendar, my inner life revs up, or perhaps better, cycles down.  The humus built up over the growing season sees the first shoots of ideas sowed either long ago or just yesterday.

Right now I’m in the grip of Loki, trying to wrestle a believable and exciting villain from his myth and legend.  He and his kids get their own book, this next one, Loki’s Children, so Dad is important.  He’ll come clearer to me as the fall progresses.  (Death of Balder)

 

Dismiss what insults your soul

Lughnasa                                                                         Harvest Moon

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Walt Whitman, Stanza 52, Song of Myself

 

The journey into gong fu cha continues.  Today I bought some new teas at Teavana.  Still have made no tea in my yixing teapots.  I want to be ready to do it, able to be in the moment with it and there’s been too much going on.  Probably tomorrow, too, since I plan to take soil test samples from the orchard and the vegetable garden. Maybe Wednesday.

Today has been a modern and contemporary poetry day, focusing on pre-modern poets, Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.  The class proceeds by reading a poem, then a video of the professor and six U. Penn students doing a collaborative close reading of it.  This is a very rich process.  I’ll post one of the videos here along with the poem, so you can see how much you can get from careful attention.

This morning I sprayed brixblaster for the reproductive vegetables.  Maybe one, no more than two more.  No more drenches.

 

Yep. People keep writing.

“It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.”
F. Dostoyevsky
“History is the distillation of rumor.”
Thomas Carlyle
“Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.”
W. Whitman
“I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.”
W. Whitman
“Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.”
Albert Camus
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
Albert Camus
“Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.”
Albert Camus
“Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.”
Albert Camus
“Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in mind; it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not, you can kill him without hate – and quickly.”
Robert Heinlein
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
R.W. Emerson
“It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood, and always we are fishing up some wonderful article out of that pond; until, by and by, we begin to suspect that the biography of the one foolish person we know is, in reality, nothing less than the miniature paraphrase of the hundred volumes of the Universal History.”
R.W. Emerson
“It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.”
R.W. Emerson
“It is easy to live for others, everybody does. I call on you to live for yourselves.”
R.W. Emerson
“»It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy (as of an intellect doubled on itself), by abandonment to the nature of things; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him: then he is caught up into the life of the Universe, his speech is thunder, his thought is law, and his words are universally intelligible as the plants and animals. The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly, or, “with the flower of the mind;” not with the intellect, used as an organ, but with the intellect released from all service, and suffered to take its direction from its celestial life; or, as the ancients were wont to express themselves, not with intellect alone, but with the intellect inebriated by nectar. As the traveller who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse’s neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world. For if in any manner we can stimulate this instinct, new passages are opened for us into nature, the mind flows into and through things hardest and highest, and the metamorphosis is possible.«”
R.W. Emerson
“I love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.”
Oliver Goldsmith, The Vicar of Wakefield
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
Nora Roberts
“The great secret, Eliza, is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in Heaven, where there are no thirdclass carriages, and one soul is as good as another.”
George Bernard Shaw (Pygmalion & My Fair Lady)
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, 
occasionally, is to let it rest, 
wander, live in the changing light of room, 
not try to be or do anything whatever.”
May Sarton
“There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.”
Henri Matisse
“Books may not change our suffering, books may not protect us from evil, books may not tell us what is good or what is beautiful, and they will certainly not shield us from the common fate of the grave. But books grant us myriad possibilities: the possibility of change, the possibility of illumination.”
Alberto Manguel
“Fictions exist because of this fact. Because we have only one life, and our desires and fantasies demand a thousand lives. Because the abyss between what we are and what we would like to be has to be bridged somehow. That was why fictions were born: so that, through living this vicarious, transient, precarious, but also passionate and fascinating life that fiction transports us to, we can incorporate the impossible into the possible and our existence can be both reality and unreality, history and fable, concrete life and marvelous adventure.”
The Temptation of the Impossible, Mario Vargas Llosa
“The pursuit of truth and beauty
is a sphere of activity in which
we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”
Albert Einstein