Monday, November 19, 2012

Hobbit Maandag – Die draak se skat


Drake – en in die geval van Smaug, sy skat – het beslis hulle plek in die stories oor Middle-Earth. Deur gebruik te maak van elemente uit literatuur soos die Nibelungenlied en Beowulf, skep Tolkien meesterlik nuwe stories wat – en ek glo steeds sal – die toets van tyd deurstaan. In baie gevalle – soos met my – het hierdie verwysings na ou verhale en gedigte mense gelei om weer die literatuur van die Middeleeue, wat byna uit algemene kennis verdwyn het, te ontdek.

Tolkien het ook ’n pragtige gedig oor ’n skat geskryf wat mens tot trane kan dryf. Ek het hierdie opname van Tolkien wat die gedig lees op YouTube gevind! 

In The Hobbit steel Bilbo ’n beker wat met juwele versier is uit die draak se skat. ’n Soortgelyke episode word in die Angel-Saksiese gedig Beowulfgevind.  In Beowulf waak ‘n draak ook oor ‘n ou skat. Iemand vind ’n manier om by hierdie skat uit te kom deur ‘n versteekte tonnel en steel ook ’n “gem-studded goblet” (Heaney 1999:71). Alhoewel hy dit steel terwyl die draak slap, kom dié agter dat die beker weg is wanneer hy wakker word en val die Geats (waaroor Beowulf in hierdie jare heers) aan. Die dief in Beowulf word simpatiek beskryf:
                        The intruder who broached the dragon’s treasure
                        and moved him to wrath had never meant to.
It was desperation on the part of a slave
fleeing the heavy hand of some master,
guilt-ridden and on the run,
going to ground.
(Heaney 1999:71)
Eerder as om ’n groot hoeveelheid van die skat te steel, neem hy slegs een beker en sou nooit kon raai dat hierdie daad die dood van baie onskuldige Geats en ook hulle heroïese leier sou beteken nie. Dié leier wat in sy jonger dae die monster Grendel en dié se ma doodgemaak het nie.
My gunsteling vertaling van die gedig is dié deur Seamus Heaney, maar veskeie ander vertalings ka nook op die internet gevind word. Hieronder is deel van die beskrywing van die draak, sy skat en die verwoesting wat hy saai. Hierdie vertaling deur Lesslie Hall, kan by Project Gutenberg gevind word.

Seamus Heaney se vertaling van die gedig is in 1999 deur Faber and Fabergepubliseer en kan hier gevind word.



THE HOARD AND THE DRAGON.

       10 He a gem-vessel saw there: many of suchlike
          Ancient ornaments in the earth-cave were lying,
          As in days of yore some one of men of
          Illustrious lineage, as a legacy monstrous,
          There had secreted them, careful and thoughtful,
       15 Dear-valued jewels. Death had offsnatched them,
          In the days of the past, and the one man moreover
          Of the flower of the folk who fared there the longest,
          Was fain to defer it, friend-mourning warder,
          A little longer to be left in enjoyment
       20 Of long-lasting treasure.[1] A barrow all-ready
          Stood on the plain the stream-currents nigh to,
          New by the ness-edge, unnethe of approaching:
          The keeper of rings carried within a
          Ponderous deal of the treasure of nobles,
       25 Of gold that was beaten, briefly he spake then:[3]

{The ring-giver bewails the loss of retainers.}

          "Hold thou, O Earth, now heroes no more may,
          The earnings of earlmen. Lo! erst in thy bosom
          Worthy men won them; war-death hath ravished,
          Perilous life-bale, all my warriors,
       30 Liegemen belovèd, who this life have forsaken,
          Who hall-pleasures saw. No sword-bearer have I,
          And no one to burnish the gold-plated vessel,
          The high-valued beaker: my heroes are vanished.
          The hardy helmet behung with gilding
       35 Shall be reaved of its riches: the ring-cleansers slumber
          Who were charged to have ready visors-for-battle,
          And the burnie that bided in battle-encounter
[77]      O'er breaking of war-shields the bite of the edges
Moulds with the hero. The ring-twisted armor,     
       40 Its lord being lifeless, no longer may journey
         Hanging by heroes; harp-joy is vanished,
         The rapture of glee-wood, no excellent falcon
         Swoops through the building, no swift-footed charger
         Grindeth the gravel. A grievous destruction
       45 No few of the world-folk widely hath scattered!"
          So, woful of spirit one after all
          Lamented mournfully, moaning in sadness
          By day and by night, till death with its billow

{The fire-dragon}

          Dashed on his spirit. Then the ancient dusk-scather
       50 Found the great treasure standing all open,
          He who flaming and fiery flies to the barrows,
          Naked war-dragon, nightly escapeth
          Encompassed with fire; men under heaven
          Widely beheld him. 'Tis said that he looks for
       55 The hoard in the earth, where old he is guarding
          The heathenish treasure; he'll be nowise the better.

{The dragon meets his match.}

          So three-hundred winters the waster of peoples
          Held upon earth that excellent hoard-hall,
          Till the forementioned earlman angered him bitterly:
       60 The beat-plated beaker he bare to his chieftain
          And fullest remission for all his remissness
          Begged of his liegelord. Then the hoard[5] was discovered,
          The treasure was taken, his petition was granted

{The hero plunders the dragon's den}

The lorn-mooded liegeman. His lord regarded
       65 The old-work of earth-folk--'twas the earliest occasion.
          When the dragon awoke, the strife was renewed there;
          He snuffed 'long the stone then, stout-hearted found he
[78]      The footprint of foeman; too far had he gone
          With cunning craftiness close to the head of
       70 The fire-spewing dragon. So undoomed he may 'scape from
          Anguish and exile with ease whopossesseth
         The favor of Heaven. The hoard-warden eagerly
          Searched o'er the ground then, would meet with the person
          That caused him sorrow while in slumber reclining:
       75 Gleaming and wild he oft went round the cavern,
          All of it outward; not any of earthmen
          Was seen in that desert.[6] Yet he joyed in the battle,
          Rejoiced in the conflict: oft he turned to the barrow,
          Sought for the gem-cup;[7] this he soon perceived then

{The dragon perceives that some one has disturbed his treasure.}

       80 That some man or other had discovered the gold,
          The famous folk-treasure. Not fain did the hoard-ward
          Wait until evening; then the ward of the barrow
          Was angry in spirit, the loathèd one wished to
          Pay for the dear-valued drink-cup with fire.
       85 Then the day was done as the dragon would have it,
          He no longer would wait on the wall, but departed

{The dragon is infuriated.}

          Fire-impelled, flaming. Fearful the start was
          To earls in the land, as it early thereafter
          To their giver-of-gold was grievously ended.

Hobbit Monday – The Dragon’s Hoard


Dragons – and in the case of Smaug, his hoard – do have their place in the stories of Middle-Earth. Using images and elements from literature like The Nibelungenlied and Beowulf, Tolkien masterfully crafts new stories which have stood – and I believe will keep on standing – the test of time. In many cases – like me, for instance – the references of old tales and poems have led people to rediscover literature from the Middle Ages which have largely disappeared from general knowledge.

Tolkien also wrote a beautiful poem about a treasure hoard which may move one to tears. I found this recording on YouTube of Tolkien himself reciting this poem!


In The Hobbit Bilbo steals a jewelled cup from the dragon Smaug’s hoard. A like episode is found in the Anglo-Saxon poem Beowulf. In Beowulf a dragon takes to guarding an old hoard of treasure. Someone finds his way – by a hidden passage – to the gold and steals a “gem-studded goblet” (Heaney 1999:71). Although he steals this away while the dragon is sleeping, the dragon awakes, realises the goblet is gone and attacks the Geats (who Beowulf rules in these years). The thief in Beowulf is sympathetically described as follows:
                        The intruder who broached the dragon’s treasure
                        and moved him to wrath had never meant to.
It was desperation on the part of a slave
fleeing the heavy hand of some master,
guilt-ridden and on the run,
going to ground.
(Heaney 1999:71)
Rather than steal a fair amount of the hoard, he only takes one cup, never imagining that this theft would lead to the deaths of many innocent Geats as well as their heroic leader, who had slain Grendel and his mother when he was younger.

My favourite translation of the poem is that by Seamus Heaney, but various other translations can be found on the internet. Below is part of the description of the dragon, its hoard and its fury. This translation, by Lesslie Hall, can be found on Project Gutenberg.

The translation by Seamus Heaney was published in 1999 by Faber and Faber and can be found here.



THE HOARD AND THE DRAGON.

       10 He a gem-vessel saw there: many of suchlike
          Ancient ornaments in the earth-cave were lying,
          As in days of yore some one of men of
          Illustrious lineage, as a legacy monstrous,
          There had secreted them, careful and thoughtful,
       15 Dear-valued jewels. Death had offsnatched them,
          In the days of the past, and the one man moreover
          Of the flower of the folk who fared there the longest,
          Was fain to defer it, friend-mourning warder,
          A little longer to be left in enjoyment
       20 Of long-lasting treasure.[1] A barrow all-ready
          Stood on the plain the stream-currents nigh to,
          New by the ness-edge, unnethe of approaching:
          The keeper of rings carried within a
          Ponderous deal of the treasure of nobles,
       25 Of gold that was beaten, briefly he spake then:[3]

{The ring-giver bewails the loss of retainers.}

          "Hold thou, O Earth, now heroes no more may,
          The earnings of earlmen. Lo! erst in thy bosom
          Worthy men won them; war-death hath ravished,
          Perilous life-bale, all my warriors,
       30 Liegemen belovèd, who this life have forsaken,
          Who hall-pleasures saw. No sword-bearer have I,
          And no one to burnish the gold-plated vessel,
          The high-valued beaker: my heroes are vanished.
          The hardy helmet behung with gilding
       35 Shall be reaved of its riches: the ring-cleansers slumber
          Who were charged to have ready visors-for-battle,
          And the burnie that bided in battle-encounter
[77]      O'er breaking of war-shields the bite of the edges
Moulds with the hero. The ring-twisted armor,     
       40 Its lord being lifeless, no longer may journey
         Hanging by heroes; harp-joy is vanished,
         The rapture of glee-wood, no excellent falcon
         Swoops through the building, no swift-footed charger
         Grindeth the gravel. A grievous destruction
       45 No few of the world-folk widely hath scattered!"
          So, woful of spirit one after all
          Lamented mournfully, moaning in sadness
          By day and by night, till death with its billow

{The fire-dragon}

          Dashed on his spirit. Then the ancient dusk-scather
       50 Found the great treasure standing all open,
          He who flaming and fiery flies to the barrows,
          Naked war-dragon, nightly escapeth
          Encompassed with fire; men under heaven
          Widely beheld him. 'Tis said that he looks for
       55 The hoard in the earth, where old he is guarding
          The heathenish treasure; he'll be nowise the better.

{The dragon meets his match.}

          So three-hundred winters the waster of peoples
          Held upon earth that excellent hoard-hall,
          Till the forementioned earlman angered him bitterly:
       60 The beat-plated beaker he bare to his chieftain
          And fullest remission for all his remissness
          Begged of his liegelord. Then the hoard[5] was discovered,
          The treasure was taken, his petition was granted

{The hero plunders the dragon's den}

The lorn-mooded liegeman. His lord regarded
       65 The old-work of earth-folk--'twas the earliest occasion.
          When the dragon awoke, the strife was renewed there;
          He snuffed 'long the stone then, stout-hearted found he
[78]      The footprint of foeman; too far had he gone
          With cunning craftiness close to the head of
       70 The fire-spewing dragon. So undoomed he may 'scape from
          Anguish and exile with ease whopossesseth
         The favor of Heaven. The hoard-warden eagerly
          Searched o'er the ground then, would meet with the person
          That caused him sorrow while in slumber reclining:
       75 Gleaming and wild he oft went round the cavern,
          All of it outward; not any of earthmen
          Was seen in that desert.[6] Yet he joyed in the battle,
          Rejoiced in the conflict: oft he turned to the barrow,
          Sought for the gem-cup;[7] this he soon perceived then

{The dragon perceives that some one has disturbed his treasure.}

       80 That some man or other had discovered the gold,
          The famous folk-treasure. Not fain did the hoard-ward
          Wait until evening; then the ward of the barrow
          Was angry in spirit, the loathèd one wished to
          Pay for the dear-valued drink-cup with fire.
       85 Then the day was done as the dragon would have it,
          He no longer would wait on the wall, but departed

{The dragon is infuriated.}

          Fire-impelled, flaming. Fearful the start was
          To earls in the land, as it early thereafter
          To their giver-of-gold was grievously ended.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Folklore Woensdag: Baba Jaga

Baba Jaga deur I. Bibilin (1900)

Een van die eerste verhale wat ek kan onthou wat my regtig bang gemaak het, was dié van Baba Jaga wat deel van ‘n versameling van verhale van regoor die wêreld was. Dié spesifieke verhaal eindig met Baba Yaga se oë wat met teer toegesmeer word. Die illustrasie wat by die storie was is eintlik die ding wat my bang gemaak het. Sy was geteken as ’n heks met ’n gesplete tong soos ’n slang en hoenderpote as ’n halssnoer om haar nek. Maar ek het eers later – toe ek regtig begin belangstel het in folklore en mitologie – meer oor die Baba Jaga-figuur geleer.


Hierdie heks van die Oos-Europese folklore woon in ’n huis wat op hoenderpote staan en wat se vensters soos oë toemaak. “Surrounding the hut is a fence made of human bones and decorated with skulls.” (2008:234) The Mythical Creatures Bible voeg ook by “…[l]ike other Hags, she is a wizened old woman with a long hooked nose”  (2008:234). In dieselfde boek word beskryf hoe sy deur die lug reis in ’n vysel wat sy roei met ’n stamper en dat sy haar spore toevee met ’n berkehout besem. The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology (2007:183), egter, beskryf dat sy in ’n yster ketel deur die lug vlieg.

Een aspek waaroor al die bronne egter saamstem is dat sy ’n kannibaal heks “who lures human victims, especially children, to her hut and devours them.” (2008:234). The Mythical Creatures Bible voeg by “scholars believe that Baba Yaga was originally a potent female nature spirit, a provider of healing, protection, and guidance” (2008:234).
Daar is baie illustrasies van Baba Jaga (waarvan nie almal so bangmakerig is soos die een van die kinderboek waarin ek haar eerste teegekom het nie!), en hieronder is ’n paar te sien. Gaan kyk ook gerus op hierdie plakbord op Pinterest. 

Baba Jaga deur Rima Staines (2010). Volg die skakel om haar ander pragtige kunswerke te sien. 

Vir meer inligting en stories oor Baba Jaga, besoek hierdie webblaaie:

Bronne:
Rosen, Brenda. 2008. The Mythical Creatures Bible. Sterling Publishing, New York.  

Folklore Wednesday: Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga by I. Bibilin (1900)


One of the first tales – that I can remember – which really scared me was a tale of Baba Yaga in a children’s story compendium which contained stories from around the world. This specific tale ended with Baba Yaga’s eyes smeared with tar. The illustration with the story was really the thing that scared me – she was drawn as having a forked tongue and had chicken feet as a necklace around her neck. It was only later, when I really got into folklore and mythology, that I learned more about the figure of Baba Yaga.

A witch from Eastern European lore, she lives in a house that stands on chicken legs and have windows which shut like eyes. “Surrounding the hut is a fence made of human bones and decorated with skulls.” (2008:234) The Mythical Creatures Bible describes her as a Hag and adds “…[l]ike other Hags, she is a wizened old woman with a long hooked nose”  (2008:234). In the same volume she is described as travelling through the air in a mortar which she rows with its pestle and clears her tracks with a birch broom. The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology (2007:183), however, describes her means of travel as an iron kettle with which she flies through the air.

One thing on which all sources seem to agree is that she is “a cannibalistic witch who lures human victims, especially children, to her hut and devours them.” (2008:234). The Mythical Creatures Bible also notes “scholars believe that Baba Yaga was originally a potent female nature spirit, a provider of healing, protection, and guidance” (2008:234).

There are many illustrations of Baba Yaga (not all of which are quite as scary as the one from the children’s book in which I first read about her!), but here I am only going to show a few. Or go and look on this board on Pinterest.

For more information and stories about Baba Yaga, visit these pages:

Sources:
Rosen, Brenda. 2008. The Mythical Creatures Bible. Sterling Publishing, New York.  

Friday, November 9, 2012

Almost a month to go!

In a little over a month the first film of The Hobbit is being released! And thanks to YouTube you can now see various theater and TV previews on your computer or cell. Here’s a few of the previews and a very nerdy, but very entertaining safety video by Air New Zealand. Have a look here as well for the latest posters and photos of the film.





Friday, November 2, 2012

Inspirasionele Vrydag – Stories en Fantasie-musiek


Eers gaan ek so bietjie my eie beuel blaas - “The Call from Below”
Ek het Woensdagaand gehoor dat my storie “The Call from Below” die Oktober flits fiksie kompetisie op Readers’ Realm gewen het! 
Ja, ek het bietjie in die sitkamer gesokkie toe ek die nuus kry! Ek was vir 'n ruk seker daarvan dat alles wat ek skryf absoluut aaklig is, so hierdie het regtig gehelp om my gedagtes weer op die regte baan te kry. Dat ek nou ‘n boek kan bekostig waarna ek al vir maande lank staar help ook!

'n Bietjie skryfnuus 
Ek is besig met die laaste weergawe van nog ‘n flits fiksie storie – wat nie dieselfde titel vir meer as een weergawe het nie, so ek sal dit nie eens noem nie – wat ek die naweek wil klaarmaak en hopelik gepubliseer kry. Op die oomblik is my gedagtes lyk my meer by “grillerig en verdraai” as by “epies en fantasie", so ek het die novelle The Dragon Seeker vir eers bietjie eenkant gesit tot Desember; wanneer ek ook meer tyd sal hê vir epiese storielyne. Hierdie maand wil ek die –flits-fiksie-sonder-'n-naam en 'n ander kortverhaal, wat op die oomblik die titel “The Road Chosen” het. Dié hoop ek om in die nuwe jaar in Cross and Cosmos-tydskrif geplaas te kry. Die Cross and Cosmos kan ook (gratis en pasella!) hier gelees word. Lees sommer my storie “A Dragon’s Freedom” in Uitgawe 5 terwyl jy daar rondsnuffel – dit is 'n kortverhaal wat in my wêreld van Airthai afspeel.

En 'n bietjie inspirasie so voor die naweek afskop! 
Hier is 'n paar van my gunsteling fantasie musiekvideo’s om die naweek aan die gang te kry. Van volgende week Vrydag af gaan ek 'n weeklikse bloginskrywing oor The Hobbit hê in die aanloop tot die film se vrystelling in Desember.

Geniet die naweek!







Inspiration Friday – Stories and Fantastical Music


First, a bit of brag – “The Call from Below”
I got some great news on Wednesday evening – my story “The Call from Below” won the Readers’ Realm October flash fiction competition!
Yes, I did do a happy dance as soon as I found out! I went through a while of “everything I write sucks!!!” and this helped me a lot to get my mind back on the right track. The fact that I can now afford a book I’ve had my sights on for months also helps!

Some writing news
I’m in the final stages of another flash piece – which doesn’t have the same title for more than one draft, so I won’t even bother with it – which I hope to finish this weekend and then send out for publication. I hope! My mind seems to be more in the realm of “creepy and twisted” than “epic and fantasy” at the moment, so I’ve put the novella The Dragon Seeker on the back burner until December – when I’ll also have more time for epic storylines. This month I want to finish the flash-piece-with-many-different-titles and another short story, for the moment titled “The Road Chosen” which I hope to get into Cross and Cosmos in the New Year. The Cross and Cosmos can also be read (for free!) over here – check out “A Dragon’s Freedom” in Issue 5 if you haven’t read it – it’s a short story set in my world of Airthai.

At last – some inspiration before the weekend!
Here are some of my favourite fantastical music videos to get your weekend started. From next week Friday I’ll have a weekly post on The Hobbit in the run-up to the film’s release in December.

Have a wonderful weekend!