Thrudheim Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 Taken from "Initiation Rituals in Old Norse Texts and their Relationship to Finno-Karelian Bear Cult Rituals. a comparative approach." Poems from Honko, Timonen and Branch, The Great Bear A Thematic Anthology of Oral Poetry in the Finno-Ugrian Languages (Oxford, 1994) pp. 183-189 43 Setting Out to Hunt Where was the Bruin borndid the thin-haired growwas the blue-tailed begotten?In the dark Northlandin careful Tapiolabeside a green woodbeneath a rough branchand the root of a dwarf spruce.There the bear was bornthe thin-haired grew upthe blue-tailed was begotten.Guide the skier by the sleevedirect him by the coat-skirtlead him towards that headlandmove him towards that hillockwhere the quarry may be caughtand the game brought home!Our men are childrenour fellows sleepyour dogs are mere pups. 44 Where Was Bruin Given Birth Where was Bruin given birththe bear's cub brought up?In a little woollen boxin a little iron box.Where was Bruin given birththe bear's cub brought up?On the peg of a small cloud.How was he let down to earth?On a nameless, quiteuntouchable string. 45 At the Bear's Lair Get up, sooty maidaway from the sooty firefrom the beds of evergreen:those who take are at the doorsat the gates those who bear off.Sift the mist now with a sievewave away the gloombefore the beast's browas I get my bow readyand as we prepare to shoot!The men are young, the bolts stickup, the shooters are clumsy.I did not intend to shootnor did I stalk with a gun:you yourself strayed from the brushyou tumbled out of a treesplit your darling mawyour belly full of berries in my hunting-daysin my game-seeking times. 46 Off You Go, Gold One Off you go, gold onesilver one, make yourself scarceprecious one, trample a path!Which way shall I take my guestwhich way convey my darling?I've a shed made long agowith feet of silverand with spurs of gold.Beware, poor womenwhen I convey my darlingthat no beast may disappearnone of the mistress's stockas Bruin comes to the firethe honey-thing to the farm. 47 Welcome Home, Bruin As they come home: Listen to this noisethis racket, shouting:pipes shrill back from the forestthe horns of Tapio blow!Are the old awakethose at life's end sitting up?Will someone receive a manand ask after a fellow?The folk answer:Welcome home, Bruincome in, honeypaws!I've been hoping all my lifeall my days I've been longingand the next generationfor my guest to comethe visitor to arrive.Evenings at the windows I'vesat, mornings on the shed stepsstood till snow became hard grounduntil the hard ground softened.Here liquor has long been putdown, for ages barley beerthe benches washed with honeyand the floorboards swept with meadfor the coming guestthe arriving visitor.I've been hoping all my lifeall my days I've been longingand the next generationyes, waiting for youlike a maid for a young mana red-cheeked one for a mateor like a ski for fresh snowa right ski for a firm crusta left ski for a smooth slide.As it is brought indoors:Lower the thresholdand raise the door-beamthat his cap may not fall off! Now, where shall I take my guestwhither guide my famous one?Under the fair roofunder the famous rooftreeto the top of the pine bench. 48 The Bear Feast O God! The one you gave shallnot be eaten without songand its head borne to the tree!Out of the Forestland we comethat is, from Tapiola;the forest gave us a signthat is, your spell Tapiowhen I went to Forestland. This is sung as the head and paws are taken tothe fire: Let us be off, let us goto the great woodpecker's firethe beak-bird's bonfire.There are three hooks in the hut:one hook is an iron hookone hook is a copper hookand the third is a silver hook.Go straight to the thirdthe good silver oneto hang from the beamto rest on the crook.We have the wood grouse boilingthe forest bird simmeringthe capercaillie bubbling. When it is cooked it is taken in a dish to thehouse from the hut: The cook is dead in the hutand the cook's son in the porchmeat in mouth and bone in handstill grasping a little knife.Bruin, my dear birdmy fair honeypawcome here in light shoesin black stockings strut!You have long been in the coldfor ages in a dim place:come into the warmstep under the roof! This is asked at the door: Have the planks been scrubbedhave the floors been sweptand the benches wipedand the lintels raisedand the tables laid with goldfor the Good One to come infor the Great Man to step in? The answer from within; the door is opened: The floors have been sweptthe planks have been scrubbedand the benches wipedand the lintels raisedand the tables laid with goldfor the Good One to come infor the Great Man to step in.The one who brings in the meat:Don't beware of the womenand don't fear the bonnet-headsfor the women are shiningand the sons in their half-bootsthe daughters adorned with tinfor the Good One to come infor the Great Man to step in. The meat on the table: I put him upon clean woodlay him down on a good board:the boards all began to singand the windows to rejoicethat the Good One has come infor the Great Man has stepped in. When the head is removed and the meat takenoff: Now the time has cometo crunch bones, to crackheads and to break teeth!The skill is carried out to be hung on the tree:Let us be off, let us goup the golden lane up the silver roadwhere the planks are laid with silkplanks with silk, swamps with velvetand the gates with a black rim.The skull is fastened to the tree:I'll not put him on a willownor on a sallow set him up:I'll put him on a clean treeon a good fir treeon a fair pine treesit him facing easttilting to the north. When everything has been done, this is said: There I left my handsome oneleft the one I keep in mindleft to watch the moonto admire the sunsat him facing easttilting to the north. Almaink, bigwuhead, Haskell_Hunter and 1 other 4 #bearcult Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hiking Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 I think you posted this on the wrong site????? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thrudheim Posted January 26, 2016 Author Share Posted January 26, 2016 I think you posted this on the wrong site????? What makes you say that. #bearcult Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haskell_Hunter Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 What makes you say that. There are only so many bright people on this site who have the intellectual capacity to appreciate wonderfully written historical prose. I may not be one of them, but I did enjoy reading what you posted. I hope others take the time to read all of it. Sapere aude. Audeamus. When you cannot measure, your knowledge is meager and unsatisfactory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smoking gun Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 It's very touching but I'm going o be honest I have a hard time deciphering poetry and stuff yes I admit I'm a idiot Glasswater Outdoors 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
3Blade Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 I also have no problem admitting that I too am a dolt. I only got about 3 sentences in and my brain started to shut down! Heck, I had to google the word "prose", never heard of it till about 2 minutes ago. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axiom Posted January 26, 2016 Share Posted January 26, 2016 Oral Poetry In layman's words.. Loon talk... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thunderhawk Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 Sorry....but I punched out at "Tapiola" Glasswater Outdoors 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haskell_Hunter Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 Sorry....but I punched out at "Tapiola" Isn't that a pudding flavor? Sapere aude. Audeamus. When you cannot measure, your knowledge is meager and unsatisfactory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bucksnbows Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 A bit of poetry right now is fitting given that yesterday was Robbie Burns' birthday. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk https://www.troutscapes.com/ https://nativefishcoalition.org/national-board Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thrudheim Posted January 27, 2016 Author Share Posted January 27, 2016 Humans, hunters in particular, are ritualistic creatures, always have been always will be and hunters maybe even more than normal people. I thought this might be of interest some here, particularly the bear hunters considering what this paper addressed. I have the paper and have read it, some might appreciate it, others not. The poems themselves are from the 18th and 19th centuries with sources going back as far as the 16th century. Haskell_Hunter 1 #bearcult Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thrudheim Posted January 27, 2016 Author Share Posted January 27, 2016 (edited) Sorry....but I punched out at "Tapiola" Tapiola is a district of Espoo on the south coast of Finland,The name Tapiola comes from Tapio, who is the forest god of Finnish mythology. Edited January 27, 2016 by Thrudheim #bearcult Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nomad Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 I cant make it past the first paragraph, sorry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bwd172 Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 "Where was Bruin given birth the bear's cub brought up?" With the double ear tags in my bear, I'm waiting to hear just that. As for the rest, some just don't understand Norse thinking. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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