How do you do, fellow kids! Those trolls are some rizzlers fr
The Fool’s Mirror is the world’s first Scandifuturist lifestyle magazine. It is many things: A playpen for the promotion and production of novel, but real life cultural heritage in an increasingly rudderless, digital world. A soap box for eccentric cultural self-advocacy. A rare glimpse into the inner workings of Nordic folklore and folk life. An art project. An elaborate joke. A sincere Admission. A cordial invitation. An attempt at providing a glimpse into the stranger aspects of the Scandinavian mind. A manifesto for the appreciation of simple things you grew up with. In this issue we deal with the fascinating phenomenon of Norwegian troll sculptures. Troll, to thine own self be – enough!
The Norwegian Superstition, aka. 100 Old Peasant Maxims is a trove of taboos, vernacular wisdom and hearsay from the peasantry of Norway’s remote valleys in the 17th century. Recorded under mysterious circumstances, ostensibly as a supplement to the almanac, this amusing and often bizarre collection of folk beliefs serves as a survival guide to an enchanted pre-industrial world where vestigial Catholicism, much to the chagrin of the Protestant clergy, mingles irreverently with indigenous traditions, and where chaotic natural obstacles and supernatural threats keep us forever on our toes.
This translation features a comprehensive, illustrated foreword on the ethos, beliefs, and image of the pre-industrial Norwegian peasantry.
Available from Brutenorse.bigcartel.com
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TRU OG MEINING I GAMMAL TID ved @eldar_heide – Rusmiddel i Gammal Tid. Jeg prøver så godt jeg kan å dele betraktninger og egen forskning om emnet med den personen som kanskje er mest ansvarlig for at Brute Norse finnes (uten at det er hans feil). En glede å spille inn og pjatte sammen igjen, Eldar!
Neste søndag søndag kommer jeg til å ha enda en ting til felles med min gamle venn og nabo Bergsveinn Birgisson når jeg debuterer som gjest i podcasten til min gamle veileder, Eldar Heide (Podkasten Tru og meining i gammal tid). Vi snakker om rus, drikkekultur og norrøn psykedelika, og jeg røper litt gammal Eldar-apokryfa (dog jeg glemte det aller viktigste, nemlig at Eldar på et tidspunkt ble blota til av studentene som en annen avgud). Bergsveinn har forresten helt rett her. Avlær deg den gresk-romerske harmoniske naturestetikken, omfavn naturens kaos i sin vakre heslighet. Skandifuturisme igår!
The first mouth harp I ever got was a gift from my father. He called up Bjørgulv Straume on the phone and asked if he had a spare. He did, and it was the swiftest package I have ever received via the Norwegian postal service. Felt like it was in the mailbox the next afternoon, but that must be a trick of the mind. My father says we met him on a trip to Setesdal when I was little, but I only remember very brief glimpses of the scenery.
It took a while before I got going with it, and I am still a complete amateur. It was an instrument I had to grow into (especially, in hindsight, the harp he made) and continues to challenge and make demands of me, as it will for many years to come.
He was an extremely important figure in Norwegian folk music, and the cultural heritage of Setesdal and the nation more widely, and was largely responsible for the the revival of its distinct mouth harp traditions and its recognition as a modern instrument, which today has a whole new generation of performers carrying the torch, and are culture bearers in their own right at this point. I can boast no part in Straume’s success, but I am never the less extremely proud to have even been in his presence.
Deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjalfr it sama,
en orðstírr
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getr.
Deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjalfr it sama,
ek veit einn
at aldrei deyr:
dómr um dauðan hvern.
POV it’s 410 AD and you’re trying to get all the homies up on the hillfort before the chaos starts
