when you don't hire me, this is who you are not hiring.
Anna Kavan: "A short story is like a small room in which is concentrated a brilliant light.” (via @amhcrane87)
"I find myself missing the sea..."
An Egil SkallagrÃmsson stanza translated by William Morris (1930):
"Write we runes on the horn now:
Redden the spells with life-blood:
These be the words I'll choose for
Root of the fierce beast's ear-tree.
Drink we free of the draught borne
By good gleesome bondmaids.
Let us know how this will medicine us:
Ale that bard did sign."
--and by Ian Crockatt (2017):
"Carved blood-words serve, crimson
the rune-cut horn, conjure
up bveast-rage images--
'auroch's ear-root', 'skull-tree'.
Let's each experience
what eager serving-girls'
ale-brew brings, already
blessed by Barðr's spirit-guests."
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