Elds er þörf
þeims inn er kominn
ok á kné kalinn;
matar ok váða
er manni þörf
þeim er hefir um fjall farit.
- Hávamál
Warmth is indispensable
for the one who bustled in
audibly shivering with knocking knees; fare and fresh clothing
are paramount for one
who has travelled across frigid fells.
Cattle die, kinsmen die,
the self must also die;
I know one thing which never dies:
the reputation of each dead man.
-"Sayings of the High One (Havamal)" 77, from the Poetic Edda, trans. Carolyne Larrington
I was writing to a friend that the first thunderstorm of the year just began moments ago. Then I scrolled down and saw this immediately after sending the message.
Remember, the Gods hate Nazis, oppression, and injustice.
"when in peril thou seest thee, confess thee in peril,
nor ever give peace to thy foes." -Havamal 126
"rejoice not ever at tidings of ill,
but glad let thy soul be in good." -Havamal 127
Stand against ALL injustice, protect the oppressed, and most of all remember to love and care for these people as much as you hate the oppressors, if not love them more than you hate. If you see injustice, fight against it by all means you're capable of. Call it out, defend those who are in danger, give what you're capable of giving, and never stop until all are safe and well.
And with that, free Palestine. Defend Palestinian people. Give what you can, share VERIFIED mutual aid posts and campaigns, and keep speaking up about the genocide, let the victims who survived speak first and foremost, and share the words they say so that others can learn and know what atrocities are being committed, and take action to end this genocide.
(i know that i hung on the tree
self-wounded, nine full days,
myself to myself.
they did not refresh me with bread nor drink, only IV.)
i vaguely recall the slow dream of death:
birds fluttering, fluttering, and voices arguing my fate.
i heard one voice diverge: "you still have things to do,"
or something like that. i forget the exact words−
though i've run through the memory so many times.
she said, "you could choose to live, to come into your power,
to sing your chains loose. or you could choose endless rest."
floating, lingering, vaguely aware of my distant body,
and the sensation of choice flooded my being. i held the choice,
turned it over, wondered what to do with it.
i said, "if i choose life, would i remain as i am?"
and she replied: "you could transform yourself,
you could be unalone, you could have joy along with pain."
(i look down, i took back my life, screaming i grabbed it,
and then sank back)
to hazy consciousness in the ICU.