Wake up early this Sunday. The demons ride me and the only way to get rid of them is to get out of bed. They hate it. I get creative in the morning, the early morning. And I start think about the “scriptor”. The munk, as they say it is, mayby is my partner? Why did he write Beowulf? Who order the script? And, most important; did it influenced him? Change him in some way? This could be a way in…thank you demons!
”Far more important than the poem is what the poet becomes in writing it.” Ralph Emerson