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nonsequently:

odin’s sacrifice, by pete white. 2000. woodcut.

“I know that I hung on a windy tree

nine long nights,

wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,

myself to myself,

on that tree of which no man knows

from where its roots run.

No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn

downwards I peered;

I took up the runes, screaming I took them,

then I fell back from there”.

-rúnatal, from hávamál, trans. carolyne larrington.

I’m the idiot who forgot that the Havamal was collected in the Poetic Edda. Two of everything, please?