the thirteenth warrior.

who can hate on hanging out?
not me. that's for certain.
i love hanging out.
not so much with other folks, really.
but moreso hanging out in the abstract.
it's alright for some duders to be around,
but only if they're self-sufficient.
otherwise, you're entertaining,
and that's not hanging out at all.
worse,
if you're hanging out and sombody else is around,
but he or she just doesn't know how,
so they're all up on your down time,
then they are a hanger-on.
that's some weak-sauce.
i'm more about the leisurely lounging-
like with a book, by the fire, in my slippers,
by my lonesome, maybe with some cookies...
(and i've GOT some cookies, ya'll)
yeah.
that's what's poppin'.
i'm repping some thirteenth warrior business.
y'know,
beowulf meets michael crichton.
stranger strangers and barbarian battle-beasts.
court poets and curt soldiers.
givers and takers,
builders and breakers.
what did they doo-doo most of the time?
how did they spend their days?
hanging out.
vikings used to hang out a lot.
usually after they killed up all the menfolk wherever they were.
then there wasn't anyone to bother 'em.
why not string up a hammock and take 'er easy afterwards, right?
they would write little poems about how ferocious
and totally bad-ass they were, too.
there's something to be said for acting when it's time to,
and not acting in it's own appropriate moment.
making moves, they call it.
or at least, that's what i call it.
i'm not killing any menfolk, really,
and i've already stolen all the women i care to.
really, it's just the one.
that leaves the important task of establishing realness;
composing, memorizing, and reciting the true stories that ensue.
i'm on it.
post-viking descendants hung out quite a bit as well.
scottish highlanders,
normans,
anglo-saxons,
they all spat some hot fire,
then simmered with it for a minute or two.
they all also wrote and told tons of stories.
oral traditions are fresh, too.
vocal styles, ya'll.
i talk like i write,
but it sounds SO different out loud.
can there be words meant to be listened to but not heard?
i don't know.
it's almost like some cabalistiv mantra-type sh!t.
true stories about nothing,
trivial pursuits made into mountains,
devils in the details,
and perils in the perception.
it's all really happening,
but i don't know if you'd see it the same way i do.
i know that the proto-english
didn't see eye-to-eye with the berserkers, either.
relax,
today's a 'take 'er easy' day.
no savage stormswept longship incursions are gonna jump off.
maybe tomorrow,
maybe not.
i'm talking out loud.
i'm rehearsing the rites,
i'm building the pyres,
i'm casting the spell.
it may just be a dizzy spell.
we'll see;
never quiet, never soft.....