This is why I never became a poet

Been working furiously since coming back from Europe, getting ready for my research trip to the Eaton Collection in UC Riverside in two weeks. So far, my main topics of study:
  • Old Norse sagas
  • Old Norse and Old English meters in alliterative poetry
  • Evil possessed vampiric demon swords (EPVIDSs)™ in sword and sorcery.
It's all related.

In other related news, if there's any poets out there looking for inspiration -- the Norse mead of poetry seems like a winner.

"The Norse account of how the gods came to secure the mead of poetry—a heady brew of blood, spittle, and honey—tells how the god Odin stole it from a giant . . . by drinking it, and then flying back to Asgard in the shape of an eagle.The giant pursues him, and though Odin manages to vomit [!] most of it into containers which the other gods provide, in his panic he defecates a little [!!!] before he reaches Asgard; this is the comparatively meagre and grossly degraded drink which human poets have for their inspiration."
-- From Heather O'Donoghue,
English Poetry and Old Norse Myth: A History, p. 180.

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