labyrinthine

I have titled these “what have you done, you absolute piece of shit” (left) and “?????????” (right), please enjoy

Viking Oseberg Designs

#derrida #poems #theory #etcsundays

"… Com on wanre niht scriðan sceadungenga.” - Beowulf Coming out of livid nights slides the shadow walker.

Oil on paper, part of the November the Ninth series.

There are discussions of whether Kinbote or Shade wrote the whole novel, for whatever purpose you can imagine, and even a theory about Shade’s daughter Hazel having written the whole book. These arguments don’t really interest me. Maybe I’m naïve, but I enjoyed just going along with what the novel offers to readers, which is a thoroughly different kind of book and well worth reading.

Budding ash tree

An early test for something new, October 2013

Yggdrasil, tall and sturdy With the runes inscribed on thee From Asgard’s heights Through Midgard realms To the deepest depths of Hel. When I was just a lad of ten, My father said to me, “Come here my son and listen About the sturdy world ash tree Where Odin hung to learn the runes.” My father said to me, “And you can travel between the realms On the sturdy world ash tree.” He told me more about the tree And even spoke it’s name A name so unpronounceable To sing it grants you gain Remember all the syllables Pronounce them one by one Else you may just find It isn’t any fun And then there is that great wyrm Wrapped around the tree Gnawing daily upon its roots Throughout eternity And when it´s finally finished The horrors will begin At Ragnarok, Goetterdaemmerung, The tree itself will fall.

RIP Derrida

MC Escher, Circle Limit with Butterflies

Kevin Crossley-Holland. Beowulf Illustrator Charles Keeping, 1982.

"Return to Yggdrasil"