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The Nine Realms Poetry Workshop Special

5 Oct

 

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We ran two workshops in The Gallery at Hanse House on the 4th day of The Nine Realms: a Norse-themed poetry workshop in the morning, and an art workshop experimenting with the printing technique of monotypes in the afternoon.  Both workshops were facilitated by creatives involved in The Nine Realms project: poet, Rebecca Audra Smith and artist, Robert Fitzmaurice.

What you’ll find below is the first of 2 specials on the workshops. This week we’re focusing on the poetry, with an overview by Becca of  her  poetry workshop and what was created in it. 

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Poetry Workshop 3

Poetry Workshop 2

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Hello!

On Monday 14th September we ran a poetry workshop as part of The Nine Realms- a 5 day festival of events for the ArtiPeeps  combined arts experience themed on the Icelandic Norse myths.

Many thanks to Elaine, Jan, Karen, Louise, Shelia, Denise, Sandra, Caitlin and Karin for being such great participants!

We started by creating phonetic translations of Old Norse, translating by sound and look of the word rather than meaning!

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Then we free wrote from two lines of the translated Poetic Edda; there were some great pieces flowing out of this. Below are two group poems collected of lines from everyone’s free writing:

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If I journeyed with thee to the giant’s home

But honey and honour I’m expecting to find
Our world is changing before our very eyes:
Beasts and mankind softening and blending together.
I would feel the pressure of the surroundings bury into my soul.
Would our way be smooth as honey or would we find trauma?
I will protect you from the perils ahead.
We moved tip toe terrified testing the tunnel
How will I show thee a single vision?
The stern of the ship turned
The giant’s home where legends are born and honour won.

 

.We pulled suggestions for prompts from people’s Nordic translations, some of these prompt words for the second piece were: eye-opener, single, eight, haven, stern.

 Do you still seek to know? And what?

Like stern Odin who seeks for an eye-opener but with a single eye
Let us drink the mead of poetry
From it’s primeval, battered beginnings new life sparked and bubbled into being
Will our haven be ahead?
Have we left it behind?
A single word can set off a journey into the unknown
I have my eight-pointed scimitar
An eye-opener for you, my friend
Can we find the eighth haven to read the home of the honey seekers?
Stern words will no doubt hiss and spit
From this forked tongue
I was supposed to be there at the crack of dawn.

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We also created our own kennings, match the kenning with the object it describes below:

Kennings

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The last exercise was to respond to a selection of the different realms from the five. First we created our own map of the realms, then we wrote a piece examining the piece of realm we had deciphered. It was a great experience to be facilitating the workshop and I really enjoyed everyone’s amazing words! The space of Hanse House was really beautiful and conducive to writing, the art from the afternoon session also looked amazing. I hope to see some of the free writes again on the blog.

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A map of the realms and some kennings

A map of the realms and some kennings

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Roaming the Realms with Giants and Words

I would taste of honey and mead
only a woman
wearing a cloak can come and
be beloved of the giants
tall and huge and thumb-like

Your hammer is too big to carry
what a honey trap filled with oil
tasting of lizards and smoking of heat
If I journeyed with thee I might end nowhere

Hiding in a single leaf
a haven of the heavenly giants
You’ve produced an eye-opener of a tale
long as the serpent that circles the world

A storm of the end with a single eye- seconds later
I look- you spy- you caught my answer
A fish in the water a river-dancer
Hand me your words we’ve come so far

 

Rebecca Audra Smith

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Extras

In case you ever wondered what a Norse-inspired Poetry workshop sounds like it sounds something like this:

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And here is Becca reading the collaborative poem created at the workshop:

 

As Becca has said, many thanks to all those who participated in the poetry workshop, and to Hanse House for the great gallery space which was the perfect environment for our workshops. Watch out for the art workshop post coming up shortly. 

 

Thank you for your interest.

#9Realms Kennings Poetry and Norse Picture Title Competition Results 2015

7 May

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19 poets, 25 artists, 3 musicians and a Viking boat 

Supported by Arts Council England and Supported by Norfolk County Council

 

Competition Results for the #9realm Kennings and Art Competitions

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Firstly,  I’d like to say a big thank you to everyone who delved into the realms of kennings, art and Norse Myth for our first two competitions that ran alongside the second week of our Indiegogo campaign for our boat.  Jamie, Kate and I really appreciated your enthusiastic and creative responses. Thank you for making the second week of our Indiegogo campaign so dynamic and creative! A big thank you to Jamie and Kate for being competition coordinators too. 

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Without further ado, as they say,  here are the results of James Mackenzie’s Art Title Competition:

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Picture Title

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Winner: 

Sonja Seear  ‘Den Stille før Stormen’ @Sonja_Seear

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Congratulations Sonja!

You will receive our multimedia event DVD jammed packed with the poetry, art and music from The Nine Realms. The DVD is in the process of being made. We’re about to edit the first half of the realm poetry mp3s together.  I’ll be in contact with you with the details.

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Other Favourites

Simon Burrows ‏’Sailing On The Tide’ @SimonJBurrows85 

Lou ‏ ‘Allience’ @CatchNCause

Amira ‏ ‘Dancing on Waves’ @ElissarMalak

Jim C Mackintosh [ ken the billow maidens fury ] ‏@JimCMackintosh

Abigail Hamilton ‏ ‘Njörðr’ @amelievondollar

R J Spencer ‏’Sea Swallows’ @vagantes_poeta 

Edda ‏ ‘Battle with the invincible God’ @sokaelgato

Bernie Dowling ‏’Under the Mast’ @bentbananabooks 

Yvonne Marjot  ‘Riding South on the Salt-road’ @Alayanabeth

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Congratulations Everyone!

By way of a thank you, I would like to offer all of the creatives listed above and indeed the winner (and any  other creative who entered),  a showcasing opportunity on ArtiPeeps (Weekend Showcase) which also comes along with a FreeSpace (3 slots in a cluster). It would be lovely to have your work on ArtiPeeps. If you would like a showcase do get in touch via @ArtiPeeps If you haven’t heard about what we do, here’s a link to our brochure with full details:

https://goo.gl/jqtAmu

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Kennings Micro Poem Competition

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Winner:  

Yvonne Marjot @Alayanabeth

South on the salt-road, the sea striders
ferry warfare to the wave fields
drift down brine slopes to deal the blade kiss

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Congratulations Yvonne!  

You will receive our multimedia event DVD jammed packed with the poetry, art and music from The Nine Realms. The DVD is in the process of being made. We’re about to edit the realm poetry mp3s together.  I’ll be in contact with you with the details.

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Other Favourites

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Shirley Golden ‏@shirl1001 

They grow restless as
the air-thief rolls to ripples,
Other realms glitter,
far across the salt-store.

Kenneth@k_e_nn_e_t_h

These saw~toothed slayers,
Pierce blunt~dagger fields,
Fruit of godless black-stews,
Risen from Earths bowels.

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Orjan Westin @Cunobaros  

The keel-road calls / the oarmen go
The wives have waved them off.
To fish-field plough / the silv’ry hoard
Bring home.

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Lynsey Hansford @redhairdoula  

I can seldom believe
that this cold-carpet
impeding my ascent
to the cloud-dweller’s tip
once danced freely in the sky

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Kay Buckley@KayLBuckley 

My steps explore the stone-dale,

forgetting my love in the whale’s veil

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Boiarski @Boiarski 

Climb the sky wall, claw over the crags
of the snow catcher, down to the stone
water and the solid spray of winter sea.

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Simon Beavis @ashortstay 

On the green-curve
we stood still – just for a minute
with gorse trees burning more gold
under the big blue kestrel-hold

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Julie Corbett@juliecorbett21

wind-gobbler,water-hammerers /making for safe harbour / ears waiting for word-stringers / seaborne makers of myth

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Alexandra Clare ‏@_AlexandraClare 

Hard~handled skull~splitter, held
To the spinning steel, sparks flying
So ravens can redden beaks…

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Congratulations Everyone! 

By way of a thank you, I would like to offer all of the creatives listed above and indeed the winner and others who entered, a showcasing opportunity on ArtiPeeps (Weekend Showcase) which also comes along with a FreeSpace (3 slots in a cluster). It would be lovely to have your work on ArtiPeeps. If you’d like to take up this opportunity you can contact me via @ArtiPeeps. If you haven’t heard about what we do, here’s a link to our brochure with full details:

https://goo.gl/jqtAmu

Equally/and,  if you’d like to get in contact with Kate about her webzine opportunities  ‘Three Drops from a Cauldron’ do contact her her here:  .

 

Thank you so much for your interest and do watch out for the results of the next two competitions.

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 Vikings Ahoy!

Please do checkout our Indiegogo Campaign Page: 

http://igg.me/at/the9realms

 

Nifelheim: ‘Spaces and Pain 4/4’ The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing

16 Apr

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The Nine Realms

9 months, 22 poets and writers, 22 Artists, 3 composers, 1 Viking boat: a magical reworking of Norse Mythology for contemporary audiences

 

Poems and Writing inspired by the Norse realm of Nifelheim (The Realm of the Dead

Featuring:

Karin Heyer and John Mansell

Choices

by Karin Heyer

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In the mists of time,
Hel, goddess of the dead
was the moon that
drew good or evil
across the water.
Her gigantic power
should not fall to abuse,
for that was Hel’s hell.

She ruled over men
on this sea of wagons
with fierce piercing eyes.
She could protect or destroy
the apple-tree of strife
under the miraculous moon’s hall,
so that the brutal blood-snake
would strike
not in thoughtless revenge.

She was master of
the dream-assembly for
the sick and old,
could prevent the slaughter-dew from flowing
over the ruthless river-fire
in the lone battle of life.

 

The translations of the kennings:

Sea of Wagons = earth; Apple-tree of strife = warrior; Moon’s hall = sky; Blood-snake = sword; Dream-assembly = sleep; Slaughter-dew = blood; River-fire = gold

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Nifelheim

by John Mansell

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The night stifles with moon and star-fall.
The skald saunters through the throng.
Arms aloft like antlers he shuffles words
on his rhythmic tongue,
full of soot and cinders, to fall upon
the eager warriors gathered in stately enclave.
The night ignited by the sparks of his recital,
spreading the gloaming like bleeding flame.

“We are such as gather before the camp fires of lore.
We are those who thrust to that glorious death.
Yet betwixt and between there are those
who crave infirmity and age.
Look and you will glance their shifting eyes
behind the slatted windows of hovels,
fearful and stripped of dignity.
No feasting halls for them.
Nothing but sullen Nifelheim awaits.
The mist-home.
The clutch of ice and cold upon ancient flesh.
The dread of the Rime Giants or the Children of the Mist.
We are such as will never see those spectres.

“And lo I tell you, Nifelheim is older than the first star.
It was created before earth, and at its centre Hvergelmir,
the Roaring Kettle, from which nine rivers flow.
That hoary land where Odin sent
defiling Loki’s grotesque child Hel.
That cruel daughter;
half sable as night, half as you in stippled wipe of fire.
And there with those whose usefulness has diminished
go the evil doers, the molesters of dream.
Helgrind, the Gates of Hell, ne’er more apt,
that edifice entrance; that hall called Eljudnir.
She strewed the minds of ambling man.
Her dish was that of Hunger.
Her knife the famine before her table.
Her slave a slender wraith call Lazy
and Slothful her serving wench in harlot stance.
We are such as will not fall to her peril.

“We are such as will not see before the quivering sun,
as it shudders beneath the end of the earth,
the sail of her ship of death afloat from its mooring
in that place that traps and spits her name as if both are one.
We are such whose eyes will not stoop beneath
the lowest horizon before that Mistress of Death.
That Mistress of the pusillanimous hand.
Not lest you be as brave Hermod
whose ride to her foreboding hall entreats all glory.
To release sad Balder from its mortifying hold.
None must weep she said
to show that he was truly loved.
None at all she said.
How harsh her condition as that sole giantess
with eyes of granite frowned and found no tear.
We are such as Hermod.
We are such as defy the impossible.
No Nifelhein for us.
No falsifier of Death to retch our glories.
For we will find the perfect deaths to attend our only Master.”

The fires had burnt low.
The moon had travelled along the sky.
The gathered warriors gripped in thought the silent blades.
And the skald with no hint of farewell
departs as if he had never been.

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Hvergelmir

Hermod

Balder

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You can read the overview of Nifelheim  here , and see some Nidavellir poems here

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Find out more about Karin and John here:

Karin Heyer

Contact ArtiPeeps

John Mansell

https://twitter.com/JohnMansell1

 

As always, thank you for your interest.

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