Thursday, November 20, 2008

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Looking forward to your visit.
Stay as long as you like.

P.S. Bring dynamite.

From Songs and Letters, Volume 18, originally published January 20, 2008.

The following note added to You Don’t Say: Odrovir or Odhrevir. The “poet’s mead” of the Scandinavian gods. It was made of Kvasir’s blood mixed with honey, and all who partook of it became poets. Kvasir was the wisest of all men, and could answer any question put to him. He was fashioned out of the saliva spat into a jar by the Aesir and Vanir on their conclusion of peace, and was slain by the dwarfs Fjalar and Galar.

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