I have yet to hear a poet who is as gifted a storyteller as Maj Ragain. I am admittedly quite biased - this is the man who I consider my first true poetry mentor. This piece is from his book, Fresh Oil, Loose Gravel.
A Man I Knew
~ Maj Ragain
A man I knew
spent years one winter
making a fence of his own ribs.
Took his weather as he willed
in that
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and you know what? I'm reading a lot on Norse mythology lately, and I saw echoes of it here. (mostly building something with bones and all) weird huh?
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\o/ I can't tell you how excited I am by *your* excitement! Maj is pretty darn amazing - and even *better* in person. He has the same ability that Garrison Keillor does, to draw people close and create intimate space with his voice.
And OMG yes! I can see echoes of Norse mythology here too! The rib of bone actually makes me think of Baba Yaga first, though her fence was of skulls.
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speaking of Norse mythology, does that interest you? do you know it a bit? I assume you do, but it could be false preconception that you know LOTS and LOTS of cool things! :)
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*laughs*
Um... actually, yes. I know a lot about Norse mythology. So... I'd happily chat about such things with you, if you'd like. :)
And what is it, with you Canadigans that you dig the Norse pantheon?!
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