Audio: A Triad of Sumbel Toasts

I present more audio for the blog. Here is a triad of sumbel toasts, which first appeared as text in this blog back in October 2012. Though it is the eleventh recording for this blog, it is only the first set of toasts to be recorded for it. The toasts are first to the gods and goddesses, then to the ancestors, and then to the kindred I’m in, the Hearth of Yggdrasil.

Here is the downloadable file of me reciting the poem:
Eirik Westcoat – A Triad of Sumbel Toasts

And here is the inline player:

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Change to Blog Schedule

Hail all. My blog will be taking what is hopefully a temporary reduction in update frequency in order to allow time for some other things, including work on a scholarly paper and a book of poetry. Instead of weekly, the updates will be biweekly for at least the next two months. Here’s the update schedule through mid May:

March 19
April 2
April 16
April 30
May 14

All of these dates are Wednesdays, and the actual update, as always, may be plus or minus one day.

Beer in Midgard

Here I present a poem on subject much enjoyed by heathens and others: beer. Its style is a bit different from previous poems. Rather than have stanza breaks as is usual for Norse styles, it runs continuously without them, which was the typical Anglo-Saxon style. Otherwise, the meter the same as my usual fornyrðislag. Also, rather than splitting the long lines into visible half lines (as one will see in Tolkien’s Fall of Arthur, for instance) and/or putting those half lines on separate physical lines (which is typical of my usual fornyrðislag practice and as one will see in Tolkien’s Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun), I simply give the long lines with no internal breaks, though the astute follower of this sort of poetry would probably have no trouble figuring out where the breaks would go.

As there are no stanzas to count, the length is reckoned by counting the number of long lines. Thus, this is a 25-line poem, making it the equivalent of a little over six stanzas of ordinary fornyrðislag. The title of this poem is “Beer in Midgard.”

Beer, the bright drink, beautifully colored,
of malted barley and bitter hops,
is the brewer’s bounty and a boon to Man.
This yeasty ferment of Yule-tide cheer,
heathen feasting, and happy hours,
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