
The sculpture is 20" high, 12" wide, 8" deep.
It is composed of (all found): a shaving brush, the pelvic bones of a porcupine, gold foil from Chanukah gelt, rusted bottle caps, a bowl of roofing nails, door bolt, leather glove, driftwood, an old book, bones. screws, and bark.
This essay accompanies the piece:
Reflection in a Pool of Blood on Beowulf
David Neufeld
Today, Beowulf
presents as a story of intolerance.
Substitute any two nations or cultures that cannot get over killing each
other. It all starts with a drunken
party. Grendel can’t sleep. Grendel kills Geats. Beowulf kills Grendel;
Mom gets mad; Beowulf kills mom; a third, unnamed monster (named in the, as yet
undiscovered, last-will-and-testament of Grendel’s mom) kills Beowulf. What was gained?

Beowulf holds its
own for sheer graphic detail rivaling modern sci-fi horror. The scenes of carnage and of burning bodies
infuse the senses with ripped tendons, sizzling, popping, barbecue, and Geat
sashimi.
What struck me
from the start was the Christian hybridization of the Norse world. The written version appears centuries after
the time of events and celebrates an entire lineage. Shield was an orphan, Moses-like, set adrift
as a baby. The brutal hierarchy in which
kings proved themselves in battle and amassed treasure through plunder has been
glorified, while Cain’s hoard embodies evil.
The grand mead hall, throne room, becomes their cathedral of excess, is
defiled when Grendel repeatedly comes calling and is left vacant until what,
the second coming? Was this an early incursion of Christianity into Norse
culture? Was it an attempt to overwrite
Norse mythology in the same way that Christianity overwrote, Aztec, Roman, and
Greek mythology? It aligns with the
Christian take on good and evil: Good is Us; Evil is Them. It is
so easy to call one, ‘God cursed’, ‘Malignant by nature”.

Given their
barbarity, I didn’t feel sorry for the Geats.
“Courage and greatness, wrecker of mead-benches, that was one good
King?” Bull! It was almost as if Grendel, who was bothered
by their noisy parties, was within his rights.
This may be me projecting. I am
forced to ask from whom the Geats got their treasures and what bloody hall was
left behind when they exited. I began to
wonder whether they were, in a sense, feeding Grendel gold and jewels when they
piled the ship of a dead king with riches during the funeral rites, like
chumming for monsters.
The overall plot
echoes Tolkien’s writing although, as celebrated as this is, I am tempted to
parody this tale. The telling by Seamus
Heaney sounded like the warriors were, ‘Geeks’, their hall, a ‘Meat Hall’, and
their neighbors across the water, ‘Bright Dames’. A bit Monty-Python-esque when Beowulf says,
“It’s only fair that I take off all my armor and lay down my sword and fight
the bastard (or bitch) bare handed!” How
macho is that?
In the end, it’s
just a bloody mess.
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