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The sheer pleasure of proposing a Landweird, an accumulation of lost lore and forgotten spirits, and our ability to hear parts of it as a kind of imaginative process of folklore, walking and make-believe; and having spirits come into that practice, seemingly from nowhere; and later on, *finding* them in the lore - it's not just glorified fanfic, it's not your ego, there's no U in the UPG, it's an absolutely respectable overture from this attested-tradition you've found in a book that's right because it's old. The joy!

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What if yr make believe canon mythos that came to you in a tent on your honeymoon about the world being created from an mirrored emptiness of space and the sea was just chapter 1 of Finnish Folklore?

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Also, this is beautiful. Satisfyingly, but not surprisingly, it is a fit for many of the things I've already put together (because Tolkien is such an influence on me that it's no longer always clear when I'm reflecting something he planted in me)

Additionally, the translation I'm reading is to the same metre as the Song of Hiawatha, and that's important because Mike Oldfield's setting of Hiawatha is one of the loveliest things I know, and it means that I can sing this too.

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Also, you can see...even within a few stanzas...why Tolkien would read this and think a) why doesn't England have anything like this? and b) the Mabinogion sucks. Because this leaves all the other ancient folklore in the dust. Beowulf? Meh. Eddas? Eh. This. *this*. Blimey.