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Friday, February 19, 2016
Then Souls Fit Skin to Skin
When the ropes of reason slacken When the veils of prudence thin Then intuition harkens Then souls fit skin to skin
--stanza from an old poem of mine ("Oh Malachi Malarkey") that also stands alone quite well.
My favorite word--garsecg--from the Old English Beowulf is a kenning or poetic riddle-word for the sea. It means "the spear-man," perhaps the echo of a figure like the Norse Aegir or some other surly northern Neptune. In other texts, garsecg seems to be an adjective meaning "sea-like," "stormy" or "tempestuous."