Vin alegerile!

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La ǎștia nu vin alegerile!

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Three times they burned the three times born

She remembers the first war in the world

When Gold-Brew was hoist on the spears

And in the High One´s hall they burned her

Three times they burned the three times born

Often, not seldom, but she still lives!

She was called Bright One when she came to the settlements

The greatly talented Carrier of the Wand

She performed magic, ecstatically she performed it

She knew how to cast spells

She was always loved by wicked women.

Voluspá, st.21-22 (“The Vision of the Witch”), Poetic Edda

Sursa: The Lady of the Labyrinth

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Wyrd bi ful ræd

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O Holy tits!

‘Who was Rumwold?’ I asked Willibald. I knew the answer, but wanted to drag Willibald through the thorns.

‘He was a very pious child, lord,’ he said.

‘A child?’

‘A baby,’ he said, sighing as he saw where the conversation was leading, ‘a mere three days old when he died.’

‘A three-day-old baby is a saint?’

Willibald flapped his hands. ‘Miracles happen, lord,’ he said, ‘they really do. They say little Rumwold sang God’s praises whenever he suckled.’

‘I feel much the same when I get hold of a tit,’ I said, ‘so does that make me a saint?’

Willibald shuddered, then sensibly changed the subject.

Bernard Cornwell, "Death of Kings"



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Nu exista vreme proasta, ci doar haine nepotrivite

Un documentar despre cum unii norvegieni isi invata copiii inca de la gradinita sa fie in contact cu natura, cu riscul, cu dificultatile. In loc sa-i tina in casa si sa-i corcoleasca si sa-i supuna unui program predictibil, ii scot afara in frig si in ploaie si in vint si ii invata sa faca focul, sa cunoasca natura, sa urce in copaci, sa foloseasca unelte, sa mearga pe pietre, sa scoata nasul din calculator si de la confortul civilizatiei.

Priviti-l si meditati. Si pe urma scoateti-va copiii pe afara.

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La ǎștia nu vin alegerile!

Trolltunga, Norvegia. Adica "limba capcaunului".

Enjoy!

PS: Sa nu va mai auz ca in limba romana folositi cuvinte precum "dragon" sau "trol". Avem si noi de-astea neaose de-ale noastre, ciobanesti, frumoase.

Dragon = Balaur.

Trol = Capcaun (sau Zmeu, daca e mai mare si mai urit si maninca printzese).

Elf = Iele.

Hai, ca putem sa traducem fara sa ne cada limba si sa ne-o manince trolu :)

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Savage and beautiful, the end will cleanse us all

Si dupa sfirsitul lumii, dupa Ragnarok, asa ne vom uita la cele distruse si facute la loc, la lumea de dupa lume, cu ochi de copil de zeu, de fiara, de naiba, de iele despletita. Iar Iggdrasil va infrunzi in plina zapada, pe stinca goala, in pustiul cel curat.

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Carthage, by any other name, still a fair fearsome city is

A Swabian chronicle, which claims that the Swabians also came from the North and experienced about the same adventures as the Saxons when they came to their new home, gives from popular traditions additional details in regard to the migration and the voyage.

According to this account, the emigration was caused by a famine which visited the Northland situated on the other side of the sea, because the inhabitants were heathens who annually sacrificed twelve Christians to their gods.

At the time when the famine came there ruled a king Rudolph over that region in the Northland whence the people emigrated. He called a convention of all the most noble men in the land, and there it was decided that, in order to put an end to the famine, the fathers of families who had several sons should slay them all except the one they loved most.

Thanks to a young man, by name Ditwin, who was himself included in this dreadful resolution, a new convention was called, and the above resolution was rescinded, and instead, it was decided to procure ships, and that all they who, according to the former resolution, were doomed to die, should seek new homes beyond the sea.

Accompanied by their female friends, they embarked, and they had not sailed far before they were attacked by a violent storm, which carried them to a Danish harbour near a place, says the author, which is called Slesvik. Here they went ashore, and to put an end to all discussion in regard to a return to the old dear fatherland, they hewed their ships into pieces.

Then they wandered through the country which lay before them, and, together with much other booty, they gathered 20,000 horses, so that a large number of the men were able to ride on horseback. The rest followed the riders on foot. Armed with weapons, they proceeded in this manner through the country ruled by the Danes, and they came to the river Alba (Elbe), which they crossed; after which they scattered themselves along the coast.

This Swabian narrative, which seems to be copied from the Saxon, tells, like the latter, that the Thuringians were rulers in the land to which the immigrants came, and that bloody battles had to be fought before they got possession of it. Widukind's account attempts to give the Saxons a legal right, at least to the landing-place and the immediate vicinity.

This legal right, he says, was acquired in the following manner: While the Saxons were still in their ships in the harbour, out of which the Thuringians were unable to drive them, it was resolved on both sides to open negotiations, and thus an understanding was reached, that the Saxons, on the condition that they abstained from plundering and murder, might remain and buy what they needed and sell whatever they could.

Then it occurred that a Saxon man, richly adorned with gold and wearing a gold necklace, went ashore. There a Thuringian met him and asked him: "Why do you wear so much gold around your lean neck?" The youth answered that he was perishing from hunger, and was seeking a purchaser of his gold ornaments.

"How much do you ask?" inquired the Thuringian. "What do you bid?" answered the Saxon. Near by was a large sand-hill, and the Thuringian said in derision: "I will give you as much sand as you can carry in your clothes." The Saxon said he would accept this offer. The Thuringian filled the skirts of his frock with sand; the Saxon gave him his gold ornaments and returned to the ships.

The Thuringians laughed at this bargain with contempt, and the Saxons found it foolish; but the youth said: "Go with me, brave Saxons, and I will show you that my foolishness will be your advantage."

Then he took the sand he had bought and scattered it as widely as possible over the ground, covering in this manner so large an area that it gave the Saxons a fortified camp. The Thuringians sent messengers and complained of this, but the Saxons answered that hitherto they had faithfully observed the treaty, and that they had not taken more territory than they had purchased with their gold.

Thus the Saxons got a firm foothold in the land.

Thus we find that the sagas of the Saxons and the Swabians agree with those of the Longobardians in this, that their ancestors were supposed to have come from a northern country beyond the Baltic. The Swabian version identifies this country distinctly enough with the Scandinavian peninsula. Of an immigration from the East the traditions of these tribes have not a word to say.

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Metode de eșantionare non-aleatorii

Pentru cine nu știe de unde vine acest sentiment înǎlțǎtor de sfîșiere de mațe: Valhalla Rising (Nicolas Winding Refn, 2009) Citeste tot...

La ce cazne veti fi supusi in Rai

Un film de animatie proaspat, rautacios, pagin, pugnace si foarte viking in atitudine.

Mama lor de pagini, cum strica ei mintea copiilor inca din frageda pruncie. O sa putreziti in Rai, bre paginilor bre...

:)

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Stance: En ganske snill mann (2010)

Stellan Skarsgård. Maaare om, maaare caracter.

Si maaare actor, evident :)

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Iubirea salveaza lumea, mai animalelor mai

Un meci de fotbal feminin a fost intrerupt de o fiara, de un monstru, de un animal turbat.

Animalul turbat nu s-a dat dus de acolo pina nu a primit toata iubirea pe care fetele au avut-o la ele. A amenintat prin gudurare, a sarit cu violenta cu labele pe pieptul generos al victimelor, a dat din coada, a adoptat o postura agresiva cu burta in sus si labele in aer si le-a fortat pe jucatoare sa-l mingiie, sa-l giugiuleasca, sa faca ce stie omul mai bine cind vede o bestie fioroasa intinsa pe spate: sa-l mingiie, sa-l mermeleasca un pic, chiar daca asta inseamna ca pe urma trebuie sa te speli pe miini, asa cum ne-a invatat bunica atunci cind eram mici.

Nu mai e nevoie sa spun ca meciul a fost intrerupt pe toata durata incidentului si ca fiorosii gardieni n-au reusit sa scoata fiara de pe teren pina jucatoarele nu au epuizat toate tehnicile corporale din dotare.

La vita e bella, totusi, mai incrincenatzilor mai.

:) :wink:



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Stance: Snorri Sturluson

Mare om, mare caracter.

Doamnelor si domnilor, Snorri Sturluson.

A mighty coarse lad from a mighty coarse era.

:)

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Stance: Sigrid Îngîmfata și Olaf Tryggvason

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Trebuie sa-l vedetzi

Stiti ce se intimpla cind incrucisezi o saga islandeza, saga lui Nials, bunaoara, stark and grim and minimalistic and brutal, cu un trairism de-ala fantastic gen Kubrick in The Shining, cu un alt trairism de-ala simbolico-vizual ca al lui Tarkovski din Stalker, cu un cu totul alt tip de intensitate cinematografica de-aia pseudo-realistico-brutala, gen Herzog din Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes, ori Gibson in Apocalypto?

Si peste toate astea mai puneti si un pic de patetism bine temperat de joc al actorilor, cam cum facea Bergman cu tacerile si posturile artificiale ale personajelor sale, si inchipuiti-va ce iese.

Stiti cum arata un film in care oamenii chiar sint imbracati cam asa cum se imbracau acum 1000 de ani, iar matzele din burta prizonierului chiar sint scoase din burta calde si umede, cam cum se scoteau acum 1000 de ani, fierul e fier, lemnul e lemn, pielea e ponosita iar tatuajul nu arata frumos? Unde noroiul chiar se aseaza pe chip asha cum se aseaza noroiul cind bagi moaca in apa? Si cu toate acestea, este vorba despre un film nici istoric, nici de actiune, ci mai degraba contemplativ, simbolic, religios?

Stiti ce se intimpla cind incrucishezi manga cu Yojimbo cu saga cu religia cu filmul fantastic (nu fantasy; repet: fantastic) cu cel istoric si cu cel simbolico-alegoric?

Stiti cum e sa trebuiasca sa stii istorie si mitologie scandinava ca sa vi se taie belet la film? Stiti cum trebuie, TREBUIE sa stii ca un chior mut si razboinic si scarificat si chinuit si rezistent la tortura este Odin, iar sacrificiul nu este crestin, ci pagin, iar oamenii inecati in apa merg la zeu?

Stiti ce trebuie sa faceti? Sa cautatzi si sa vedeti Valhalla Rising.

Si pe urma sa nu ma injurati ca nu era chiar ceea ce va asteptati.

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Stance: Valhalla Rising

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Ai dracu' scandinavi

Skarsgård has said he considers the notion of God absurd and that if a real God were actually so vain as to constantly demand worship, then he would not be worth it.



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Au facut si film dupa ea acum

Doamnelor si domnilor, stimati barbari moderni si recenti, o voi mari iubitori de inutilitatzi si de politica (sau de inutilitati politice, sau de politica pur si simplu, ca stiu ca in capul vostru inconstient tot aia este)

Demult, pe vremuri, odinioara, unii au facut prima banda desenata, ilustrind un eveniment mult-iubit de oameni: cucerirea, invazia, macelul, hacuirea, singele degraba varsat, osul sfarimat, sabia prin matze, sageata in ochi.

Se numeste tapizzeria de la Bayeux si o puteti vedea in toata gloria sa cea insingerata in culori naturale din frunza de nuc aici.

(Dat fiind ca e vorba de un eveniment franco-englez, era evident ca cel mai bine prezentata va fi pe un site german. Logic, nu? Deutchland Deutchland uber alles, d-aia vor cistiga campeonatul ca sunt temeinici intru toate, inclusiv in reproducerea tapizzeriilor strainilor :) ).

Ei bine, ce le-a trecut prin cap recentzilor, artistilor, filmishtilor? Sa o animeze. Sa o mishte. Sa o insufletzeasca si sa o youtubizeasca.

Drept pentru care, gratie sprijinului neprecupetzit oferit de catre Belle de Jour, aceasta frumoasa decadenta a acestor vremuri tulburi, dar lejere si bicisnice si neserioase si spumoase, putem sa o vedem si sa o apreciem si sa o admiram si sa o...

Comme on. Vorba lunga, moartea blogului. Uitati-va intii la varianta originala, aia de acum 1000 de ani, ca sa intzelegetzi despre ce e vorba in propozitzie, daca nu shtiatzi deja, si pe urma uitati-va la film.

Nu e lung: patru minute din viatza voastra sa vedetzi cum curge singele cel vechi. Admirati ideea, montajul, muzica, sunetele puse pe linga, cit se poate de in concordantza cu actiunea. Admiratzi cum se face din tapitzerie film.

Si mai ales si mai ales, bucurati-va ca traiti in 2010, cind sabia e rece si sageata prin ochi nu mai trece.

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PS: Corect se scrie tapizzerie, ca vikingilor le placea pizza inca de pe atunci.

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Si pe vremuri, la fel

King Gylfi ruled the land that men now call Sweden. It is told of him that he gave to a wandering woman, in return for her merry-making, a plow-land in his realm, as much as four oxen might turn up in a day and a night. But this woman was of the kin of the Æsir; she was named Gefjun. She took from the north, out of Jötunheim, four oxen which were the sons of a certain giant and herself, and set them before the plow. And the plow cut so wide and so deep that it loosened up the land; and the oxen drew the land out into the sea and to the westward, and stopped in a certain sound. There Gefjun set the land, and gave it a name, calling it Selund. And from that time on, the spot whence the land had been torn up is water: it is now called the Lögr in Sweden; and bays lie in that lake even as the headlands in Selund.

De aici: Edda veche, Gylfaginning.

Deci vedetz? Deci si pe vremuri ca si acum. Deci precum in cer, in Jötunheim, la fel si pe pamant, acishilea la noi la Midgaard. Deci la fel: o lipsa de moralitate mai ceva ca la pashopt. Mai cu un pic de curvasareala, mai cu un pic de merry-making din buculitze, mai cu un joc de mijlocel si cu un pic de umectare, mai cu un pic de magie violeta si de vrajeala de mama Omida, mai cu un pic de furaciune cu doo perechi de boi. Pai vedetzi ca suntem legitimatzi pana si de traditzia edico-skaldica?

Deci sa nu va mai aud ca va plangetzi, ca ma apuc sa caut si in Biblie, si-n Iliada, si-n Odiseea si-n Mahabharatta. Si va spun eu ca gasesc. Ohoho, si-nca cum voi gasi...

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