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Watched the Green Knight on Netflix. Enjoyed it immensely, but one scene in particular, when it went full ATTACK ON TITAN style?

Unbelievably eerie scene w/absolutely no context past "interlude" and I CAN NOT stop thinking about it.

Also Dev made a fantastic Gawain IMPO.

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Excerpt from a Dramatic Adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight Simon Corble's adaptation of the girdle scene from Sir Gwain and the Green Knight

The Girdle Scene, from Simon Corble's dramatic adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

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I started watching The Green Knight yesterday.

I'm just over half way through. I like it. Sort of.

I just wish it wasn't so dark. There are minutes where you can't see anything that's going on!

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Then the lord gave orders for them all to gather,
summoned matron, mistress, and their maids to join him,
commanded the men mustered before him
to make the meat ready and march it straight in --
then gaily gave Gawain the game he brought home,
and recounting his kills – all quick-footed beasts –
showed him fine, marbled flesh flayed from their ribs.
“Does this prize please you? Are mine praiseworthy deeds?
Have I earned accolades for expertise and skill?”
“I’ll grant that!” his guest said, “for no greater haul
have I seen in winter’s season for the past seven years!”
“And all of it I owe to you, all you shall have,
for you have won your wager, and my word is good.”
“Agreed!” Gawain answered. “I grant you the same!
What my courtesy and courage have caught is yours.
The prize I pass on is the pay I won.”
Impeccably puckering, he planted a kiss, 
saying “Here is your haul! I have nothing else.
I’d make over more, were it mine to give.”
“Why that’s good!” he told Gawain. “I am grateful, you know.
Though the business would have been better if you hadn’t been so coy
about where this prize was won and how your wit claimed it.”
“That was not how we settled it! I can say no more.
You gained what I got, so our game is tied
today.”
                They laugh and show respect
                with every word they say.
                Then on to dinner, to select
                dainties from every tray.

Then the lord gave orders for them all to gather, summoned matron, mistress, and their maids to join him, commanded the men mustered before him to make the meat ready and march it straight in -- then gaily gave Gawain the game he brought home, and recounting his kills – all quick-footed beasts – showed him fine, marbled flesh flayed from their ribs. “Does this prize please you? Are mine praiseworthy deeds? Have I earned accolades for expertise and skill?” “I’ll grant that!” his guest said, “for no greater haul have I seen in winter’s season for the past seven years!” “And all of it I owe to you, all you shall have, for you have won your wager, and my word is good.” “Agreed!” Gawain answered. “I grant you the same! What my courtesy and courage have caught is yours. The prize I pass on is the pay I won.” Impeccably puckering, he planted a kiss, saying “Here is your haul! I have nothing else. I’d make over more, were it mine to give.” “Why that’s good!” he told Gawain. “I am grateful, you know. Though the business would have been better if you hadn’t been so coy about where this prize was won and how your wit claimed it.” “That was not how we settled it! I can say no more. You gained what I got, so our game is tied today.” They laugh and show respect with every word they say. Then on to dinner, to select dainties from every tray.

Whoops! I guess kisses count as winnings ...

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Then she gave him good day and glanced at him laughing,
and as she stood astonished him with these stunning words.
"Now may God grant you honor for gracious conversation,
but I guess that Gawain's not your given name."
"What do you mean?" the man asked at once,
afraid he had failed in some form of honor.
"Bless you," she answered. "I must base my doubt
on Gawain's known graciousness, his grand reputation.
How could the complete paragon of perfect behavior
spend so much time speaking with a lady
without craving a kiss in courteous fashion
by a tactful hint or turn of conversation?"
"Very well," said Gawain, "your wishes will guide me,
I shall kiss when called upon, as becomes a knight
who would not upset you. Say nothing more."
At that she came close and clasping her arms
bent beautifully down, embraced him and kissed.
"Now may Christ care for you," they called to each other,
and away she went without a word further.
But he's ready to rise, and rushes out soon,
calls for his chamberlain, chooses his clothing,
and thus changed, charges out cheerfully to mass.
When he dined that day, delicacies were served him;
making merry past moonrise that man gave fun
free reign.
                The world could never hold
                two finer dames, it's plain,
                the young one and the old --
                those two could entertain.

Then she gave him good day and glanced at him laughing, and as she stood astonished him with these stunning words. "Now may God grant you honor for gracious conversation, but I guess that Gawain's not your given name." "What do you mean?" the man asked at once, afraid he had failed in some form of honor. "Bless you," she answered. "I must base my doubt on Gawain's known graciousness, his grand reputation. How could the complete paragon of perfect behavior spend so much time speaking with a lady without craving a kiss in courteous fashion by a tactful hint or turn of conversation?" "Very well," said Gawain, "your wishes will guide me, I shall kiss when called upon, as becomes a knight who would not upset you. Say nothing more." At that she came close and clasping her arms bent beautifully down, embraced him and kissed. "Now may Christ care for you," they called to each other, and away she went without a word further. But he's ready to rise, and rushes out soon, calls for his chamberlain, chooses his clothing, and thus changed, charges out cheerfully to mass. When he dined that day, delicacies were served him; making merry past moonrise that man gave fun free reign. The world could never hold two finer dames, it's plain, the young one and the old -- those two could entertain.

Seems like the Lady was the ultimate Sir Gawain fangirl ...

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"Good morning, Sir Gawain!" she gaily exclaimed.
"You're a sound sleeper! I slipped in unnoticed
and you are quite my captive! Unless we come to terms
I shall bind you in your bed -- of that be quite certain."
Delighted the lady laughed as she teased him.
"Good morning, gay lady!" answered Gawain blithely.
"Just decide on my sentence; it will suit me nicely.
I'm your prisoner completely, and plead for your mercy.
It's my best bet, so I had better take it!"
(So he teased her in turn, returning her laughter.)
"But at least, lovely lady, allow me one wish:
pardon your prisoner, please let him rise;
let me be out of bed, in better apparel,
and we'll finish chatting in far greater comfort."
"Certainly not, good sir," that sweet lady said.
"You'll not budge from your bed: I have better plans.
I shall hold you here -- and that other half also --
and get to know the knight I've so neatly trapped.
I know enough after all, to know of Sir Gawain
whom all the world worships; every way you ride
your courteous character is acclaimed most nobly
by lords and by ladies and all living people.
And now you are here, and here we're alone --
my lord and his men will be long afield;
the servants are sleeping; so are my maidens;
I have closed the door, it's securely locked;
and since I have in this house he whom all admire,
I shall spend my time in speech I am sure
to treasure.
                My person's yours, of course,
                to see you take your pleasure;
                I am obliged, perforce,
                to serve you at your leisure."

"Good morning, Sir Gawain!" she gaily exclaimed. "You're a sound sleeper! I slipped in unnoticed and you are quite my captive! Unless we come to terms I shall bind you in your bed -- of that be quite certain." Delighted the lady laughed as she teased him. "Good morning, gay lady!" answered Gawain blithely. "Just decide on my sentence; it will suit me nicely. I'm your prisoner completely, and plead for your mercy. It's my best bet, so I had better take it!" (So he teased her in turn, returning her laughter.) "But at least, lovely lady, allow me one wish: pardon your prisoner, please let him rise; let me be out of bed, in better apparel, and we'll finish chatting in far greater comfort." "Certainly not, good sir," that sweet lady said. "You'll not budge from your bed: I have better plans. I shall hold you here -- and that other half also -- and get to know the knight I've so neatly trapped. I know enough after all, to know of Sir Gawain whom all the world worships; every way you ride your courteous character is acclaimed most nobly by lords and by ladies and all living people. And now you are here, and here we're alone -- my lord and his men will be long afield; the servants are sleeping; so are my maidens; I have closed the door, it's securely locked; and since I have in this house he whom all admire, I shall spend my time in speech I am sure to treasure. My person's yours, of course, to see you take your pleasure; I am obliged, perforce, to serve you at your leisure."

Now, my dear Gawain, the real game begins ...

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Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Translating the Middle English poem into modern alliterative verse. This ongoing translation by Paul D. Deane takes the classic Middle English poem, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight by the anonymous Pearl Poet and sets it in modern alliterative verse.

Per usual, here's a link to my translation to date of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight:

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His grand horse Gringolet was glad of the saddle,
though kept in comfort and carefully groomed –
ears pricked up, elegant, and eager to run.
When they led him to Lord Gawain, he looked him over,
and on his soul swore this most solemn oath:
“The men quartered in this castle are courteous indeed!
May the lord who leads them ever live in bliss,
and his delightful lady receive love’s blessings!
If they by their charity cherish a guest
and keep honor close, may He our King aid them
who holds highest Heaven – and help you all, too.
If I might walk in this world a little while longer,
I should gladly give you the gifts you deserve.” 
First he stepped in the stirrup; then he strode aloft.
His man showed him his shield; he shouldered it securely,
and goaded Gringolet with his glittering heels,
who struck the stone as he started up, ready
to prance.
His squire prepared to ride,
bearing his spear and lance.
“This castle is Christ’s,” he cried;
“May its fortunes ever advance!”

His grand horse Gringolet was glad of the saddle, though kept in comfort and carefully groomed – ears pricked up, elegant, and eager to run. When they led him to Lord Gawain, he looked him over, and on his soul swore this most solemn oath: “The men quartered in this castle are courteous indeed! May the lord who leads them ever live in bliss, and his delightful lady receive love’s blessings! If they by their charity cherish a guest and keep honor close, may He our King aid them who holds highest Heaven – and help you all, too. If I might walk in this world a little while longer, I should gladly give you the gifts you deserve.” First he stepped in the stirrup; then he strode aloft. His man showed him his shield; he shouldered it securely, and goaded Gringolet with his glittering heels, who struck the stone as he started up, ready to prance. His squire prepared to ride, bearing his spear and lance. “This castle is Christ’s,” he cried; “May its fortunes ever advance!”

Here's stanza #82 of my ongoing free online translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Gawain is setting forth for the Green Chapel and bidding the servants at the castle farewell.

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"Look," said the lord - "Let us now bargain:
What I get in the wood I will give to you,
and charge in exchange whatever chance may deal you.
Friend, here's how to do it: we'll hold to our word
regardless who gains or gives up the most."
"By God!" Gawain answered, "I grant what you ask;
just give me the game -- I will gladly play it!"
"Then let's down this drink, and our deal is made!"
said the lord of that land, and they laughed together.
So these lords and ladies relaxed as they drank
and played gallant games while it gave them pleasure.
Then in French fashion, with many fine words,
they made their excuses with murmured farewells,
and pretty pecks planted on either cheek.
Then bright burning torches were born by the servants
who led them at last to lie down softly
in bed.
         Before they reached the door,  
          what promises they said!
          And how that country's lord
          made fun times fly ahead!

"Look," said the lord - "Let us now bargain: What I get in the wood I will give to you, and charge in exchange whatever chance may deal you. Friend, here's how to do it: we'll hold to our word regardless who gains or gives up the most." "By God!" Gawain answered, "I grant what you ask; just give me the game -- I will gladly play it!" "Then let's down this drink, and our deal is made!" said the lord of that land, and they laughed together. So these lords and ladies relaxed as they drank and played gallant games while it gave them pleasure. Then in French fashion, with many fine words, they made their excuses with murmured farewells, and pretty pecks planted on either cheek. Then bright burning torches were born by the servants who led them at last to lie down softly in bed. Before they reached the door, what promises they said! And how that country's lord made fun times fly ahead!

Seriously, Gawain. You saw what came of the first Christmas game you played. Do you really want to play another?

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When the dinner was done, and their darling rose,
it was nearly dark, for night was approaching.
The chapels were opened as the chaplains came
with bells ringing richly, right as they should
for vesper devotions on the verge of Christmas.
The lord now led the way, his lady beside him;
she paced along prettily and entered her pew.
When Gawain came gliding in with a glad heart,
the lord latched on to him and led him to his seat,
glad-handing Gawain, greeting him by name,
and said he was the most welcome guest in the world.
After hearty hugs and heartfelt thanks,
they sat soberly together till the service ended.
As the lady had been longing to look on the knight,
she emerged to meet him, her maidens about her.
In form she was fairest: in figure and face,
complexion, comportment surpassing all others,
and to Gawain not even Guinevere could equal her grace.
She steered through the chancel to strengthen his welcome.
Another lady led her by the left hand
who was obviously older: an elderly matron
whom the household held in the highest honor.
But in looks the two ladies were obviously unlike:
one active and young, one yellow with age.
On the first a flush rose, ruddy and fair;
on the other, rough wrinkles on rugged cheeks.
On the first one, clear pearls displayed on a kerchief
shone from her breast and her bare throat
whiter than snow on the winter hills.
The other one's kerchief covered her neck,
and bright veils billowed round her black chin,
while silk framed her forehead, which was fretted round
with lacework linked in delicate loops.
Nothing was bare about her but her black brows,
over eyes and nose over naked lips,
and those made a sorry sight, bleary and sour.
She was, God knows! A lady of grace
and pride --
          but her body was short and thick;
          her buttocks big and wide.
          A tastier plum to pick
          was the beauty by her side.

When the dinner was done, and their darling rose, it was nearly dark, for night was approaching. The chapels were opened as the chaplains came with bells ringing richly, right as they should for vesper devotions on the verge of Christmas. The lord now led the way, his lady beside him; she paced along prettily and entered her pew. When Gawain came gliding in with a glad heart, the lord latched on to him and led him to his seat, glad-handing Gawain, greeting him by name, and said he was the most welcome guest in the world. After hearty hugs and heartfelt thanks, they sat soberly together till the service ended. As the lady had been longing to look on the knight, she emerged to meet him, her maidens about her. In form she was fairest: in figure and face, complexion, comportment surpassing all others, and to Gawain not even Guinevere could equal her grace. She steered through the chancel to strengthen his welcome. Another lady led her by the left hand who was obviously older: an elderly matron whom the household held in the highest honor. But in looks the two ladies were obviously unlike: one active and young, one yellow with age. On the first a flush rose, ruddy and fair; on the other, rough wrinkles on rugged cheeks. On the first one, clear pearls displayed on a kerchief shone from her breast and her bare throat whiter than snow on the winter hills. The other one's kerchief covered her neck, and bright veils billowed round her black chin, while silk framed her forehead, which was fretted round with lacework linked in delicate loops. Nothing was bare about her but her black brows, over eyes and nose over naked lips, and those made a sorry sight, bleary and sour. She was, God knows! A lady of grace and pride -- but her body was short and thick; her buttocks big and wide. A tastier plum to pick was the beauty by her side.

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Christmas vespers at the castle!
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"He will get reallye weirde/If you lie about beltes" is the tagline I didn't know I needed. #GreenKnight

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
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Tis the season

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green knight with a pear!
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He held back his horse where the bank halted
in a deep double ditch close dug to the wall,
which plunged in the pool impossibly deep --
and then its full, huge height heaved itself up
in tiers of tough stone straight to the top,
its battlements built in the best style,
its guard-towers rising in graceful rows
lined with loopholes covered and latched:
a barbican better than the best he knew.
He noticed behind it a high-roofed hall
tucked among towers, from whose clustered tips
buttresses sprang, and pinnacled spires
cunningly carved, and crafted with skill.
Chalk-white chimneys were checkered about
like radiance rising from rooftops and towers.
So many painted pinnacles stood round that place
or climbed from the castle's crenellated walls
that it seemed like a cutout clipped from paper.
As he sat there in saddle, it seemed very fine
if only he could enter the innermost court,
and win welcome there to worship in a house
so blessed.
          A porter came at call,
          more gracious than the best,
          who stood upon the wall
          and hailed that knight on quest.

He held back his horse where the bank halted in a deep double ditch close dug to the wall, which plunged in the pool impossibly deep -- and then its full, huge height heaved itself up in tiers of tough stone straight to the top, its battlements built in the best style, its guard-towers rising in graceful rows lined with loopholes covered and latched: a barbican better than the best he knew. He noticed behind it a high-roofed hall tucked among towers, from whose clustered tips buttresses sprang, and pinnacled spires cunningly carved, and crafted with skill. Chalk-white chimneys were checkered about like radiance rising from rooftops and towers. So many painted pinnacles stood round that place or climbed from the castle's crenellated walls that it seemed like a cutout clipped from paper. As he sat there in saddle, it seemed very fine if only he could enter the innermost court, and win welcome there to worship in a house so blessed. A porter came at call, more gracious than the best, who stood upon the wall and hailed that knight on quest.

Civilization at last! With Christmas coming ever nearer, Gawain finds a fine castle to seek safety for the night ...

From my ongoing translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. alliteration.net/poetry/sggk #arthurian #epic #poem #SirGawain #GreenKnight #alliterative #poetry #alliterativeverse

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He climbed past cliffs in unknown country,
a stranger faring far from his home.
At each stream and ford that he found in those lands
enemies lurked (unless his luck held) --
vicious, violent, hard to avoid.
In those mountains he met so many strange wonders
a tenth of the total could hardly be told.
He dared to fight dragons and warred with wolves,
or lurking woses, living wild on the crags,
or with bulls, or bears, or boars on occasion,
and trolls that hunted him across the high hills.
Only constant courage and the care of his God
could save him sometimes from certain death.
For if warfare was hard, winter was worse,
when the clouds shed water cold and clear
which froze in the air and fell as sleet.
He lay down half-dead, drenched in his armor,
too many times to bear: and on barren stone
where cold-running creeks came clattering down
and icicles hardened high overhead.
Thus with peril and pain, in difficult plight,
he carried on alone till the Eve of Christmas
fell.
                    Then lifting head he cried:
                    "Good Mary, hear me well --
                    and grant me grace to ride
                    to realms where people dwell."

He climbed past cliffs in unknown country, a stranger faring far from his home. At each stream and ford that he found in those lands enemies lurked (unless his luck held) -- vicious, violent, hard to avoid. In those mountains he met so many strange wonders a tenth of the total could hardly be told. He dared to fight dragons and warred with wolves, or lurking woses, living wild on the crags, or with bulls, or bears, or boars on occasion, and trolls that hunted him across the high hills. Only constant courage and the care of his God could save him sometimes from certain death. For if warfare was hard, winter was worse, when the clouds shed water cold and clear which froze in the air and fell as sleet. He lay down half-dead, drenched in his armor, too many times to bear: and on barren stone where cold-running creeks came clattering down and icicles hardened high overhead. Thus with peril and pain, in difficult plight, he carried on alone till the Eve of Christmas fell. Then lifting head he cried: "Good Mary, hear me well -- and grant me grace to ride to realms where people dwell."

And Sir Gawain has many adventures while he hunts for the Green Chapel and the Green Knight (which no one seems to have heard of!)

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The green knight got ready, feet firm on the ground;
leaned his head a little to let the cheek show,
and raised the rich riot of his hair
so the nape of his neck was naked and exposed.
Gawain held the ax high overhead,
his left foot set before him on the floor,
swung swiftly at the soft flesh
so the bit of the blade broke through the bones,
crashed through the clear fat and cut it in two,
and the brightly burnished edge bit into the earth.
The handsome head fell, hit the ground,
and rolled forward; they fended it off with their feet.
The red blood burst bright from the green body,
yet the fellow neither faltered nor fell
but stepped strongly out on sturdy thighs,
reached roughly right through their legs,
grabbed his graceful head and lifted it from the ground,
ran to his horse, caught hold of the reins,
stepped in the stirrup, strode into the saddle,
the head dangling by the hair from his hand,
and seated himself as firmly in the saddle
as if he were unhurt, though he sat on his horse without
a head.
                He swiveled his bulk about;
                the ugly stump still bled.
                They gaped in fear and doubt
                because of the words he said.

The green knight got ready, feet firm on the ground; leaned his head a little to let the cheek show, and raised the rich riot of his hair so the nape of his neck was naked and exposed. Gawain held the ax high overhead, his left foot set before him on the floor, swung swiftly at the soft flesh so the bit of the blade broke through the bones, crashed through the clear fat and cut it in two, and the brightly burnished edge bit into the earth. The handsome head fell, hit the ground, and rolled forward; they fended it off with their feet. The red blood burst bright from the green body, yet the fellow neither faltered nor fell but stepped strongly out on sturdy thighs, reached roughly right through their legs, grabbed his graceful head and lifted it from the ground, ran to his horse, caught hold of the reins, stepped in the stirrup, strode into the saddle, the head dangling by the hair from his hand, and seated himself as firmly in the saddle as if he were unhurt, though he sat on his horse without a head. He swiveled his bulk about; the ugly stump still bled. They gaped in fear and doubt because of the words he said.

King Arthur didn't want to start Christmas dinner until he had seen a marvel. Well, he got his wish!

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"Never fear," he said, "I'm not fishing for a fight
with the beardless children on the benches all about.
If I were strapped on steel on a sturdy horse
no man here has might to match me.
No, I have come to this court for a bit of Christmas fun
fitting for Yuletide and New Years with such a fine crowd.
Who here in this house thinks he has what it takes,
has bold blood and a brash head,
and dares to stand his ground, giving stroke for stroke?
Here! I shall give him this gilded blade as my gift;
this heavy ax shall be his, to handle as he likes.
and I shall stand here bare of armor, and brave the first blow.
If anyone's tough enough to try out my game,
let him come here quickly and claim his weapon!
I give up all rights; he will get it for keeps.
I'll stand like a tree trunk -- he can strike at me once,
if you'll grant me the right to give as good as I get
in play.
                But later is soon enough,
                a full year and a day.
                Get up, if you think you're rough,
                let's see what you dare to say!"

"Never fear," he said, "I'm not fishing for a fight with the beardless children on the benches all about. If I were strapped on steel on a sturdy horse no man here has might to match me. No, I have come to this court for a bit of Christmas fun fitting for Yuletide and New Years with such a fine crowd. Who here in this house thinks he has what it takes, has bold blood and a brash head, and dares to stand his ground, giving stroke for stroke? Here! I shall give him this gilded blade as my gift; this heavy ax shall be his, to handle as he likes. and I shall stand here bare of armor, and brave the first blow. If anyone's tough enough to try out my game, let him come here quickly and claim his weapon! I give up all rights; he will get it for keeps. I'll stand like a tree trunk -- he can strike at me once, if you'll grant me the right to give as good as I get in play. But later is soon enough, a full year and a day. Get up, if you think you're rough, let's see what you dare to say!"

The Green Knight wasn't exactly a model of courtesy. 😉

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Ферка из ролевой Pantheon

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I need say no more how they served the food,
for what fool would fancy their feast was a famine?
But a new noise announced itself quickly enough
to grant the high lord leave to have dinner.
The music had finished but a moment before,
the first course just served, and set before the court,
when a horrible horseman hurtled through the doors,
his body as brawny as any can be,
so bull-necked, big-thighed, bulky and square,
so long-legged, large-limbed, looming so tall
I can hardly tell if he were half troll,
or merely as large as living man can be --
a handsome one too; as hearty a hulk as ever rode horse.
His back and chest were broad as a barrel,
but he slimmed at the waist, with a slender stomach,
and his face was well formed, with features sharp
and clean --
                Men sat there gaping, gasping
                at his strange, unearthly sheen,
                as if a ghost were passing,
                for every inch was green.

(7) I need say no more how they served the food, for what fool would fancy their feast was a famine? But a new noise announced itself quickly enough to grant the high lord leave to have dinner. The music had finished but a moment before, the first course just served, and set before the court, when a horrible horseman hurtled through the doors, his body as brawny as any can be, so bull-necked, big-thighed, bulky and square, so long-legged, large-limbed, looming so tall I can hardly tell if he were half troll, or merely as large as living man can be -- a handsome one too; as hearty a hulk as ever rode horse. His back and chest were broad as a barrel, but he slimmed at the waist, with a slender stomach, and his face was well formed, with features sharp and clean -- Men sat there gaping, gasping at his strange, unearthly sheen, as if a ghost were passing, for every inch was green.

It's the time of year to read Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!
alliteration.net/poetry/sggk/ #alliterative #poetry #SirGawain #GreenKnight #arthurian #epic #poetrylovers #medievalsky

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I think tomorrow should be my annual #GreenKnight rewatch.

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One Christmas in Camelot King Arthur sat
at ease with his lords and loyal liegemen
arranged as brothers round the Round Table.
Their reckless jokes rang about that rich hall
till they turned from the table to the tournament field
and jousted like gentlemen with lances and laughs,
then trooped to court in a carolling crowd.
For the feast lasted a full fifteen days
of meals and merriment (as much as could fit.)
Such gay glee must gladden the ear --
by day what a din, and dancing by night!
The halls and chambers were heaped with happy
lords and ladies as high as you like!
There they were gathered with all the world's goodness:
knights as kind as Christ himself,
ladies as lovely as ever have lived,
and the noblest king our nation has known.
They were yet in the pride, in the prime of their youth,
and filled
                as full of heaven's blessing
                as the king had strength of will.
                And mighty men surpassing
                all were gathered on that hill.

(3) One Christmas in Camelot King Arthur sat at ease with his lords and loyal liegemen arranged as brothers round the Round Table. Their reckless jokes rang about that rich hall till they turned from the table to the tournament field and jousted like gentlemen with lances and laughs, then trooped to court in a carolling crowd. For the feast lasted a full fifteen days of meals and merriment (as much as could fit.) Such gay glee must gladden the ear -- by day what a din, and dancing by night! The halls and chambers were heaped with happy lords and ladies as high as you like! There they were gathered with all the world's goodness: knights as kind as Christ himself, ladies as lovely as ever have lived, and the noblest king our nation has known. They were yet in the pride, in the prime of their youth, and filled as full of heaven's blessing as the king had strength of will. And mighty men surpassing all were gathered on that hill.

If you're looking for Christmas reading, the famous poem "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" takes place during two Christmas celebrations, set a year apart
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I read (and watched) Sir Gawain and the Green Knight for school and again, similarly to most things, I become kinda obsessed, so I drew art. obviously
Sir Gawain ✨💖
(actually really proud of this one 😭)
#art #fanart #greenknight

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Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Translating the Middle English poem into modern alliterative verse. This ongoing translation by Paul D. Deane takes the classic Middle English poem, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight by the anonymous Pearl Poet and sets it in modern alliterative verse.

Per usual, here's a link to the full translation-to-date for my version of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight:

alliteration.net/poetry/sggk/
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Though he arrayed himself in his richest clothing –
his coat bearing his crest exquisitely stitched,
vivid against velvet, a vision of jewels
embodying the bright virtues, with embroidered seams,
and a fine fur lining sewn from the finest pelts –
still he did not neglect the lady’s gift, the girdle she supplied.
For his own good, Sir Gawain could not forgo that token.
He belted his blade upon his broad hips,
wrapped the lace in a ring around himself twice,
then swiftly cinched it snug at his waist.
That girdle of green silk suited Gawain well.
Against his royal red clothing it made a rich display.
But it was not his purpose to display such treasure,
nor was it for pride in its pendants, polished though they were,
with glittering gold glistening from their tips.
He sought only to save himself from harm
when he must bow his head to the bite of knife
or sword.
By then his mind was set
on the road that lay before.
The servants bowed, and yet 
he thanked them even more.

Though he arrayed himself in his richest clothing – his coat bearing his crest exquisitely stitched, vivid against velvet, a vision of jewels embodying the bright virtues, with embroidered seams, and a fine fur lining sewn from the finest pelts – still he did not neglect the lady’s gift, the girdle she supplied. For his own good, Sir Gawain could not forgo that token. He belted his blade upon his broad hips, wrapped the lace in a ring around himself twice, then swiftly cinched it snug at his waist. That girdle of green silk suited Gawain well. Against his royal red clothing it made a rich display. But it was not his purpose to display such treasure, nor was it for pride in its pendants, polished though they were, with glittering gold glistening from their tips. He sought only to save himself from harm when he must bow his head to the bite of knife or sword. By then his mind was set on the road that lay before. The servants bowed, and yet he thanked them even more.

Here's stanza #81 in my ongoing online translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. This was a hard stanza to translate, but I'm fairly happy with what I ended up with.

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Ферка из ролевой Pantheon

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And drew him again as small practice with vector graphics

"Knights" (2018)

#adventuretime #finnthehuman #fernthehuman #greenknight

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