And Then There’s Farbauti: Thoughts on Loki’s Father

October 10, 2017 | Filed Under History, Things I Think About | Comments Off on And Then There’s Farbauti: Thoughts on Loki’s Father

The subject of Farbauti came up on Tumblr in this post, and, well, I Have Thoughts.

Pull up a chair, choose a beverage, and let’s chat about Farbauti.

We know very little about him from the myths, as the few mentions are both fragmentary and filtered through the lens of the Christian scholars who wrote everything down after a gap of some centuries.

He is called “Cruel Striker”, which some take as an indication that he is associated with lightning. Why lightning? Lightning creates fire, which burns and destroys, but new life comes after the fire. With Loki’s mother Laufey, “The Leafy One”, we have lightning striking a leafy tree and creating wildfire, which destroys and begins a new cycle of life. That works pretty well, both on the material plane and as material for a myth. She is also sometime referred to as “Njal”, thought to be pine needles, which are equally combustible and would give the same result.

The myths say nothing about the relationship between Laufey and Farbauti, and do not explain why Farbauti was not involved in Loki’s childhood. Maybe it was Laufey’s decision, maybe it was Farbauti’s decision, maybe it was circumstance. Some people read the lighting strike by which Farbauti impregnated Laufey as sexual assault, in which case it’s understandable why Laufey wants nothing to do with him, and does not him near her son.

There’s also speculation that Laufey was not Jotun, but Asynja, which makes the pairing (whether mutually chosen or not) even more unusual. There are plenty of tales of Aesir and Vanir males pairing with Jotun females, but a conspicuous absence of instances of Jotun males pairing with non-Jotun females. This would underscore Loki’s otherness even more thoroughly; the discomfort others feel about him is not just that he is half-Jotun, it’s that he is half-Jotun in the wrong way. UPG abounds on this, and you may have some of your own.

Loki is known by a matronymic, unusually for a male of the Viking age. Why? Well, you’ll have to ask him. Perhaps to honor his mother, or to renounce his father, or some of both. If he is half-Jotun “the wrong way” and/or the child of a rape, he’s definitely going to distance himself from that. Who would want to carry the name of the person who assaulted their mother in such a horrible way?

For the Aesir, it’s probably actually worse if Laufey willingly entered into the relationship with Farbauti. While boys may be boys, and girls are permitted some freedoms, the men’s privileges are much more wide-ranging. That may be something that was different in the original myths, prior to the Christian filters being applied. (See also the slut-shaming of Freyja and the desexualization of Frigg. But that’s another post.) Until we get a time machine, however, we just don’t know, but we can make some educated guesses based on the social mores of the time. Women were permitted some sexual freedom in the Viking era, but of course the Christians couldn’t condone that sort of behavior, so we need to be aware of that bias as we consider the relationship between Loki’s parents as presented in the myths.

So, with not much to go on from the historical sources, and wildly varying UPG, Farbauti may seem like someone you don’t want to bother with, and so can easily dismiss.

However, as the Cruel Striker, Farbauti is also the unexpected and uncontrollable event which shatters our life and knocks us off our feet—the layoff from the job, the expensive and possibly incurable health problem, the natural disaster which destroys our home and injures or kills our loved ones. These things suck. They totally suck. That whole, “You are now free from what held you back! Grow! Re-create yourself and reinvent your life!” is some serious upside thinking that pisses me right off. It’s difficult to feel the elation of freedom when you’re also wondering how you are going to pay your medical bills, or where you are going to live because your house burned down, and are mourning the loss of your family.

These things are part of life. They are a sucky part of life, but they are part of life. You can’t control the event; you can only control how you respond to the event. Being angry, getting depressed, and acting out are not unreasonable responses to negative events. But you also need to deal with the situation, make decisions (never the easiest thing to do in times of extreme stress), and take action (which can be hard, either due to depression or overwhelm). But you have to deal with it, somehow, some way. And how you do that is up to you, and not for anyone else to judge (although people may try, and it’s perfectly reasonable to tell them to offer real assistance instead of useless advice, or else STFU).

He is there, every day, lurking around the corner in the car that’s going to collide with yours. He’s in the business plan at corporate headquarters to reduce costs by reducing staff, and your name is on that list. He’s the lightning that strikes the tree and burns the forest, or the tectonic plate that’s about to shift, and destroys your house. He’s in the cells of your body, that first rogue malignant cell that starts the tumor growing.

You don’t have to like Farbauti, but you do have to accept the reality of Farbauti.

Just like the reality of Fenris (we all have parts of ourselves we’d rather ignore than acknowledge), the reality of Hel (that we are going to die), and the reality of Skadi (life is not always fair), the reality of Farbauti—that some things will happen that are beyond our control—is also part of life.

Set your wards, watch your health, lock your doors, manage your money wisely, so that when Farbauti does come calling, you are as prepared as possible. You won’t be able to refuse it, ignore it, or change it, but you can do your best to be ready, and to meet the situation with strength and grace.

Daily Poem: Memory ~ Charles Bukowski

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Memory
~Charles Bukowski
(with thanks to Roskis for sending this my way)

I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea

I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled

and

I remember awakening one morning

and finding everything smeared with the color of

forgotten love

and I’ve memorized

that too.

I’ve memorized green rooms in

St. Louis and New Orleans

where I wept because I knew that by myself I

could not overcome

the terror of them and it.

I’ve memorized all the unfaithful years

(and the faithful ones too)

I’ve memorized each cigarette that I’ve rolled.

I’ve memorized Beethoven and New York City

I’ve memorized

riding up escalators, I’ve memorized

Chicago and cottage cheese, and the mouths of

some of the ladies and the legs of

some of the ladies

I’ve known

and the way the rain came down hard.

I’ve memorized the face of my father in his coffin,

I’ve memorized all the cars I have driven

and each of their sad deaths,

I’ve memorized each jail cell,

the face of each new president

and the faces of some of the assassins;

I’ve even memorized the arguments I’ve had with

some of the women

I’ve loved.

best of all

I’ve memorized tonight and now and the way the

light falls across my fingers,

specks and smears on the wall,

shades down behind orange curtains;

I light a rolled cigarette and then laugh a little,

yes, I’ve memorized it all.

the courage of my memory.

The Well of Remembrance: Rediscovering the Earth Wisdom Myths of Northern Europe by Ralph Metzner

October 9, 2017 | Filed Under Reviews | Comments Off on The Well of Remembrance: Rediscovering the Earth Wisdom Myths of Northern Europe by Ralph Metzner

The Well of Remembrance: Rediscovering the Earth Wisdom Myths of Northern Europe

Author: Ralph Metzner, Shambhala Press, 1994

The Well of Remembrance

The Well of Remembrance

I picked up this book at Moe’s Books in Berkeley one quiet afternoon. I was not familiar with Metzner’s work, but the title intrigued me, so I bought it. The majority of the text is written by Metzner, with a few chapters contributed by Bärbel Kreidt, Norbert Mayer, and Christian Rätsch. Published in 1994, this book is very much a product of its time, and has not aged well. The text also has some inaccuracies and omissions which make it difficult to take the work seriously as a whole, although the parts where he discusses psychology are interesting, and his discussions of the need to address social ills are unfortunately still relevant.

A psychologist and (now retired) professor of psychology, Metzner quotes Jung extensively, as well as the usual sources—Tacitus, Saxo Grammaticus, and Snorri Sturluson. He also name-checks Marija Gimbutas, who wrote the foreword to the book shortly before her death.

Like many (white, male) authors, he has much to say about Freyja, who is mentioned on 30+ pages, as well as having an entire chapter of her own. However, Frigg is mentioned all of three times: once as “Odin’s wife and Balder’s mother”, once in the story of the mistletoe, and once in this dismissive summary on page 154: “Frigg is a form of Freyja, adapted and adopted into the patriarchal family structure of the Aesir gods.”

Compare this to the author’s rhapsodic descriptions of Freyja, coming to this summary (also on page 154): “Freyja and Odin came to be regarded as divine consorts, guides, and teachers of sorceresses and seeresses.” But Frigg, Allmother and Queen of Asgard, merits only three references, and is easily dismissed as merely an aspect of Freyja. The objectification and erasure is infuriating, and sadly, not atypical. (The winner in this particular category is Paul Rhys Monfort, who in his book Nordic Runes dismisses Frigg as “Odin’s rather less glamorous wife” while spending entirely too much time describing how attractive Freyja is.)

Three times, Metzner refers to one or more of Loki’s children—Hel, Fenris, and Jormundgand, and he refers to them as the offspring of Loki “and a giantess” (when he bothers to mention their mother at all). Her name is Angrboda, and that information is easy to obtain, so why he couldn’t be bothered to include her name really bothers me. Even if I were not one of her devotees, the omission of her name and the subsequent erasure is offensive to me as a woman. Three times. That’s not an accident, that’s an intentional choice. Montfort does the same, refusing to name Angrboda and simply referring to her as “a giantess”. Why is it so hard to use her name?

Then there’s the attempting-to-be-polite Othering of the Jotnar that rounds out the work. His discussion of the giants sounds like a your clueless white friend who insists that they can’t be racist because “I have a black friend”. Having spent chapters discussing the divinity and general wow-ness of the Aesir and Vanir, he presents the giants on page 205: “think of the giants as nonhuman forces and agencies that are not unconscious, but that have a consciousness that is different in quality and scale from human consciousness.” Just like the Aesir and Vanir; like, gosh, what distinguishes gods and humans? But the Jotnar do not have the general wow-ness that the other gods do, so they are merely giants, and not gods. Unlike Montfort, at least Metzner does not cast them as evil stereotypes, but he doesn’t do much to make the reader curious about them in any positive way.

Then there’s this error on page 257: “The ancient Europeans believed that an ocean serpent, named Midgard, surrounds the Earth island.” Oh, surely that must be a one-off error, thought I. Oh, no, it’s not. Every reference to “the great serpent” is by the name “Midgard”. The name “Jormundgand” never appears in the book. Seriously. Did anyone who actually knows Norse mythology do a beta read on this book? I’m guessing not.

Lastly, the self-indulgent tone of the personal experience pieces—as well as Metzner’s constant interjection of himself into what would be (and should be) a direct statement becomes tiresome. Page 247 holds one such example, as Metzner is going on about Ragnarok and the Volúspa, and gifts us with this sentence: “According to the tradition, both seers and poets were ecstatically inspired by Odin—as I have been myself.” That’s nice, dear, but what does your ecstatic inspiration have to do with the Volúspa? We’re discussing Ragnarok here.

Writing and researching this book was clearly a profound personal journey for Metzner, but that aspect should have been separated out into another book. The lack of balance between personal and universal in the book makes it difficult to appreciate either Metzner’s specific experiences or the larger ideas he presents.

The book is not a total loss. Metzner’s discussions of psychology and social ills could be the basis of a different (and much more interesting book). His prior and subsequent books are in the fields of psychology and ecology, which are more aligned with his strengths. I wish this had been the book the title promised. The book is not particularly interesting, regardless of whether the reader is familiar with the Norse mythos; the inaccuracies and exclusions detract from the content, and the reader is advised to approach this book with the understanding that it’s very much a personal approach rather than reference material.

Daily Poem: A Prayer from the Queer Studies Section of the Bookstore ~ dominusdeus

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A Prayer from the Queer Studies Section of the Bookstore
~ Tumblr user dominusdeus
With thanks to dominusdeus for her kind permission to share this poem.

At the bookstore
That I have been to three times so far,
I am standing in the religion section
Two aisles, one of eastern philosophy and
One of western doctrine
And I am in in the middle of the Red Sea
Its waters standing in towers on either side of me
Like a divine parting
Like a narrow path
And at the end of the row, intersecting with the English Standard Version and
Thich Nhat Hanh,
Is a bookshelf on Queer Studies and
A story about a woman who felt out of place in her own home
Because a voice from heaven told her to love everyone and
She took it literally and
She felt like an outsider in her own land
Probably like Mary did
Probably like David did
But this woman’s story isn’t found in the thin leaf pages of a holy book
So she wrote her own called
Trust
And Courage and
Every other name she wishes she had for herself
And here we are
I am in the wilderness looking towards the promised land of milk and honey and rainbows and equal rights
With Allah on my right and G-d on my left and Jesus laying open on the floor telling me
Pick up the damn book already
It’s not going to burn you
It’s not going to kill you
No one will look at you funny
And if they do
We are all here
Cheering you on

LGBTQ pride display at Literati Bookstore in Ann Arbor, Michigan - Photo by American Booksellers Association

LGBTQ pride display at Literati Bookstore in Ann Arbor, Michigan – Photo by American Booksellers Association

Daily Poem: The Well at Mylor ~ Penelope Shuttle

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The Well at Mylor
~ Penelope Shuttle

At Mylor
the water of the well

bears the armour of the light,
it hides and escapes

and stays still
under its hood of rock

amid a galore of graves
and green leaves,

spring of fresh water
beside the sea,

a find, a treasure,
a pedigree,

no idyll
but the essential source,

now retired
from its work of sole sustenance,

living among memories
of former fame,

a saint’s hand dipping in
like a taper unquenched,

coins splashing down
for reverence, not luck,

from time to time,
a self-baptism,

secret and quick,
for some

prefer their ritual
out of doors,

water understands this,
and loves the brow

fanned with its body
for reasons the water easily guesses,

for it is the one who blesses,
freely,

freely it runs
its long unceremonious

caress
through my fingers,

and on my lips
tastes ferriferous,

blood-hint at the periphery,
pell-mell mint at the heart.

The Holy Well at Mylor Cornwall

The Holy Well at Mylor Cornwall

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