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07 Aug 2007 07:30:06 AM |
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Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
Louhi (Loviatar)
Finnish
Not many people are qualified to be the hostess of the underworld like
she is, she is also a matriarch, if I understand it correctly, of
Pohjola wherever that is.
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| User: "Pat Kiewicz" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
08 Aug 2007 07:12:27 AM |
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walksalone said:
Louhi (Loviatar)
Finnish
Not many people are qualified to be the hostess of the underworld like
she is, she is also a matriarch, if I understand it correctly, of
Pohjola wherever that is.
Pohjola:
Somewhere just over the horizon to the North. It's the Northiest part
of the North. (But not the True North, that's Canada, eh?)
--
Pat K. aa#1154 ('someplace.net' is comcast)
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
(attributed to Don Marti)
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
08 Aug 2007 07:40:41 AM |
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In <Xr6dnWJCvf62LiTbnZ2dnUVZ_q7inZ2d@comcast.com>, on 08/08/07
at 07:12 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
walksalone said:
Louhi (Loviatar)
Finnish
Not many people are qualified to be the hostess of the underworld like
she is, she is also a matriarch, if I understand it correctly, of
Pohjola wherever that is.
Pohjola:
Somewhere just over the horizon to the North. It's the Northiest part
of the North. (But not the True North, that's Canada, eh?)
No, that's not Canada even though they are under that impression.
But with that out of the way, thanks for the info. By any chance, do you
know of any sources, in English, that verify that. I like to have such
handy for when the bleaters or wannabes say, *that's not true.* & it's a
matter of time until one of them does that. You would not be surprised at
how many verified scholars supposedly don't know what they are talking
about.
walkslaone who is always startled when people volunteer info like the
above, & delighted I am.
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything
worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect
my travels were very useful to me. --
Bertrand Russell philosopher, mathematician, author, Nobel laureate (1872-1970
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| User: "Pat Kiewicz" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
09 Aug 2007 07:22:51 AM |
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said:
In <Xr6dnWJCvf62LiTbnZ2dnUVZ_q7inZ2d@comcast.com>, on 08/08/07
at 07:12 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
walksalone said:
Louhi (Loviatar)
Finnish
Not many people are qualified to be the hostess of the underworld like
she is, she is also a matriarch, if I understand it correctly, of
Pohjola wherever that is.
Pohjola:
Somewhere just over the horizon to the North. It's the Northiest part
of the North. (But not the True North, that's Canada, eh?)
No, that's not Canada even though they are under that impression.
The Great White North then, as Bob and Doug have it.
I usually am heading south when I cross over into Canada. 8^)
But with that out of the way, thanks for the info. By any chance, do you
know of any sources, in English, that verify that. I like to have such
handy for when the bleaters or wannabes say, *that's not true.* & it's a
matter of time until one of them does that. You would not be surprised at
how many verified scholars supposedly don't know what they are talking
about.
There's a entry in Wikipedia for Pohjola:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pohjola
Relatedly, Sibelius wrote a tone poem titled "Pohjola's Daughter."
I was having a bit of a tweak, though, as folklore always seems to have
things being just a bit farther away than where you actually have gone.
If you could only pass "east of the sun" or "west of the moon" you could
reach someplace special and fantastic. (Tolkien's elves appropriately
enough sailed to the Uttermost West to leave Middle Earth.)
(I sort of remember reading a short fantasy story recently where the
characters had to keep seeking farther and farther north for...something.
They would hope they might finally be there, but pursuers forced them
on again, until they was no land left and they had to set out over the
ice...and they finally reached Someplace Special. But I perhaps I am
misremembering.)
--
Pat K. aa#1154 ('someplace.net' is comcast)
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
(attributed to Don Marti)
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| User: "" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
09 Aug 2007 08:12:48 PM |
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In <7s-dnRukD-qGmibbnZ2dnUVZ_vninZ2d@comcast.com>, on 08/09/07
at 07:22 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
walksalone@dastardly.dirty.deeds.done.dirt.cheap.llc said: >>In
<Xr6dnWJCvf62LiTbnZ2dnUVZ_q7inZ2d@comcast.com>, on 08/08/07 >> at 07:12
AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said: >>>walksalone said:
Louhi (Loviatar)
snip just a little
The Great White North then, as Bob and Doug have it.
I usually am heading south when I cross over into Canada. 8^) >
Now there are parts that do qualify for that title, But you haven't been
in the North [N. America only TYVM] until you've ridden the sleds from
Nome. Interesting indeed, & it gives you a new perspective on the power
of the Earths seasons.
snip info request
There's a entry in Wikipedia for Pohjola:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pohjola
I just can't take any site seriously until they start providing Biblios.
It does not make them right, but at least they tried.
Relatedly, Sibelius wrote a tone poem titled "Pohjola's Daughter."
Ro roh.
I was having a bit of a tweak, though, as folklore always seems to have
things being just a bit farther away than where you actually have gone.
Well yes, but the hero must overcome horrendous odds.
If you could only pass "east of the sun" or "west of the moon" you could
You mean you haven't.
reach someplace special and fantastic. (Tolkien's elves appropriately
enough sailed to the Uttermost West to leave Middle Earth.)
No sense in makinhg it easy, else one would not have a quest now would
they? :)
(I sort of remember reading a short fantasy story recently where the
characters had to keep seeking farther and farther north for...something.
They would hope they might finally be there, but pursuers forced them
on again, until they was no land left and they had to set out over the
ice...and they finally reached Someplace Special. But I perhaps I am
misremembering.)
Did it involve dragons & a mage [Puk IIRC] & lots of boring passages?
Sounds familiar.
walksalone who has enjoyed this & will look forward to learning more of
what you know that I don't. & what I don't know, well, for an old geezer,
it's an awful lot. About average I'd say.
When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and
so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which
open for us.
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Alexander Graham Bell, inventor (1847-1922
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| User: "Pat Kiewicz" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
10 Aug 2007 04:55:12 AM |
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said:
In <7s-dnRukD-qGmibbnZ2dnUVZ_vninZ2d@comcast.com>, on 08/09/07
at 07:22 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
(I sort of remember reading a short fantasy story recently where the
characters had to keep seeking farther and farther north for...something.
They would hope they might finally be there, but pursuers forced them
on again, until they was no land left and they had to set out over the
ice...and they finally reached Someplace Special. But I perhaps I am
misremembering.)
Did it involve dragons & a mage [Puk IIRC] & lots of boring passages?
Sounds familiar.
I believe it was semi-sentient bears and Iron Warriors...and a mage.
--
Pat K. aa#1154 ('someplace.net' is comcast)
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
(attributed to Don Marti)
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| User: "skyeyes" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
09 Aug 2007 04:04:49 PM |
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On Aug 9, 5:22 am, (Pat Kiewicz) wrote:
walksal...@dastardly.dirty.deeds.done.dirt.cheap.llc said:
In <Xr6dnWJCvf62LiTbnZ2dnUVZ_q7in...@comcast.com>, on 08/08/07
at 07:12 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
walksalone said:
Louhi (Loviatar)
Finnish
Not many people are qualified to be the hostess of the underworld like
she is, she is also a matriarch, if I understand it correctly, of
Pohjola wherever that is.
Pohjola:
Somewhere just over the horizon to the North. It's the Northiest part
of the North. (But not the True North, that's Canada, eh?)
No, that's not Canada even though they are under that impression.
The Great White North then, as Bob and Doug have it.
I usually am heading south when I cross over into Canada. 8^)
But with that out of the way, thanks for the info. By any chance, do you
know of any sources, in English, that verify that. I like to have such
handy for when the bleaters or wannabes say, *that's not true.* & it's a
matter of time until one of them does that. You would not be surprised at
how many verified scholars supposedly don't know what they are talking
about.
There's a entry in Wikipedia for Pohjola:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pohjola
Relatedly, Sibelius wrote a tone poem titled "Pohjola's Daughter."
Oh! Oh! Oh! Me likee Sibelius! <Runs off to find recording of
"Pohjola's Daughter">
Brenda Nelson, A.A.#34
EAC Professor of Feline Thermometrics and Cat-Herding
skyeyes at dakotacom dot net
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| User: "" |
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09 Aug 2007 07:47:55 PM |
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In <1186693489.016374.80880@x40g2000prg.googlegroups.com>, on 08/09/07
at 02:04 PM, skyeyes <skyeyes@dakotacom.net> said:
On Aug 9, 5:22 am, (Pat Kiewicz) wrote: >
walksal...@dastardly.dirty.deeds.done.dirt.cheap.llc said: >
In <Xr6dnWJCvf62LiTbnZ2dnUVZ_q7in...@comcast.com>, on 08/08/07
at 07:12 AM, (Pat Kiewicz) said:
walksalone said:
snip
Relatedly, Sibelius wrote a tone poem titled "Pohjola's Daughter."
Oh! Oh! Oh! Me likee Sibelius! <Runs off to find recording of
"Pohjola's Daughter">
Some women are so easy to make happy, & then there is the majority.
Poetry, blarg & blast.
Now some RW Service, OTOH.
"?"
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
And yet in the past (I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly "straight".
And the second -- she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I must confess;
And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in the way of dress;
Though what she was lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up for in "sense of duty".
Now, suppose you must wed, and make no blunder,
And either would love you, and let you win her --
Which of the two would you choose, I wonder,
The stolid saint or the sparkling sinner?
walksalone who does distinguish between poetry & great Poetry.
Poetry:
Water
The water understands
Civilization well;
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily,
It is not disconcerted,
It is not broken-hearted:
Well used, it decketh joy,
Adorneth, doubleth joy:
111 used, it will destroy,
In perfect time and measure
With a face of golden pleasure
great poetry
Fleurette
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks)
My leg? It's off at the knee.
Do I miss it? Well, some. You see
I've had it since I was born;
And lately a devilish corn.
(I rather chuckle with glee
To think how I've fooled that corn.)
But I'll hobble around all right.
It isn't that, it's my face.
Oh I know I'm a hideous sight,
Hardly a thing in place;
Sort of gargoyle, you'd say.
Nurse won't give me a glass,
But I see the folks as they pass
Shudder and turn away;
Turn away in distress . . .
Mirror enough, I guess.
I'm gay! You bet I AM gay;
But I wasn't a while ago.
If you'd seen me even to-day,
The darndest picture of woe,
With this Caliban mug of mine,
So ravaged and raw and red,
Turned to the wall -- in fine,
Wishing that I was dead. . . .
What has happened since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most despairing of men?
Listen! I'll tell you all.
That `poilu' across the way,
With the shrapnel wound in his head,
Has a sister: she came to-day
To sit awhile by his bed.
All morning I heard him fret:
"Oh, when will she come, Fleurette?"
Then sudden, a joyous cry;
The tripping of little feet;
The softest, tenderest sigh;
A voice so fresh and sweet;
Clear as a silver bell,
Fresh as the morning dews:
"C'est toi, c'est toi, Marcel!
Mon fre^re, comme je suis heureuse!"
So over the blanket's rim
I raised my terrible face,
And I saw -- how I envied him!
A girl of such delicate grace;
Sixteen, all laughter and love;
As gay as a linnet, and yet
As tenderly sweet as a dove;
Half woman, half child -- Fleurette.
Then I turned to the wall again.
(I was awfully blue, you see),
And I thought with a bitter pain:
"Such visions are not for me."
So there like a log I lay,
All hidden, I thought, from view,
When sudden I heard her say:
"Ah! Who is that `malheureux'?"
Then briefly I heard him tell
(However he came to know)
How I'd smothered a bomb that fell
Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
Though it busted me up a bit.
Well, I didn't quiver an eye,
And he chattered and there she sat;
And I fancied I heard her sigh --
But I wouldn't just swear to that.
And maybe she wasn't so bright,
Though she talked in a merry strain,
And I closed my eyes ever so tight,
Yet I saw her ever so plain:
Her dear little tilted nose,
Her delicate, dimpled chin,
Her mouth like a budding rose,
And the glistening pearls within;
Her eyes like the violet:
Such a rare little queen -- Fleurette.
And at last when she rose to go,
The light was a little dim,
And I ventured to peep, and so
I saw her, graceful and slim,
And she kissed him and kissed him, and oh
How I envied and envied him!
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must rejoice!
But me, I'm a thing of dread.
For me nevermore the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss."
Then I stopped, for lo! she was there,
And a great light shone in her eyes.
And me! I could only stare,
I was taken so by surprise,
When gently she bent her head:
"May I kiss you, Sergeant?" she said.
Then she kissed my burning lips
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I thrilled to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!"
And I felt such a precious tear
Fall on my withered cheek,
And darn it! I couldn't speak.
And so she went sadly away,
And I knew that my eyes were wet.
Ah, not to my dying day
Will I forget, forget!
Can you wonder now I am gay?
God bless her, that little Fleurette!
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| User: "Pat Kiewicz" |
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| Title: Re: Louhi (Loviatar) JAGOTD |
10 Aug 2007 04:55:14 AM |
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said:
Now some RW Service, OTOH.
"?"
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
And yet in the past (I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly "straight".
And the second -- she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I must confess;
And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in the way of dress;
Though what she was lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up for in "sense of duty".
Now, suppose you must wed, and make no blunder,
And either would love you, and let you win her --
Which of the two would you choose, I wonder,
The stolid saint or the sparkling sinner?
"The sadder but wiser girl for me..."
(Meredith Willson agrees.)
--
Pat K. aa#1154 ('someplace.net' is comcast)
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
(attributed to Don Marti)
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