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<title>Yr</title>
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<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_yr.svg"><img src="../img/runes/yr.svg" alt="Yr rune" title="Yr rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Yr</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: archer</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>total focus/flow</li>
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<li>obsessive desire to create</li>
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<li>need to pay close attention to detail</li>
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<li>do the job right the first time</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Yr can be useful for:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>studying</li>
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<li>concentrating on the creation of art</li>
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</ul>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Yr byþ æþelinga and eorla gehwæs<br>wyn and wyrþmynd, byþ on wicge fæger,<br>fæstlic on færelde, fyrdgeatewa sum.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Yr is a source of joy and honour to every prince and knight;<br>it looks well on a horse and is a reliable equipment for a journey.</blockquote>
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<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Yr.</p>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>English classes have always been to me<br/>
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a sort of Sword of Damocles.<br/>
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I do what I will, but will it be enough<br/>
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to be accepted, or just deemed crude and rough?</p>
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<p>I cannot help the way I write,<br/>
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self-taught and shut away from the light<br/>
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and having to seek it in the cracks in the walls,<br/>
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not big enough for detection but for thriving too small.</p>
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<p>And even though the school doors to me are closed<br/>
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and in most days<br/>
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I do not hang<br/>
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in my father's rage's woes,<br/>
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it does not change that my artistic growth<br/>
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has been forever marred, twisted, contorted<br/>
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into an off-putting and alien shape.</p>
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<p>This aberration<br/>
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is all that I am.<br/>
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This demonic growth<br/>
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is my only hope<br/>
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for surviving in this world of men.</p>
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<p>For this world offers no true salvation<br/>
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for a woman such as myself.<br/>
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Quiet my heart and keep my mouth shut,<br/>
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or be locked away in the guise of "mental help":<br/>
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what kind of a choice is this?<br/>
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Men will see a woman contorting<br/>
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to ease the pain of their inflicted torture<br/>
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and deem her "insane", "hysterical", "untrustful"<br/>
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as an excuse to lock her<br/>
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away.</p>
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<p>I want to scream into the heavens<br/>
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until my throat is raw.<br/>
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I want to tear into a man's throat<br/>
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and chew,<br/>
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brutally gnaw,<br/>
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off the sinews<br/>
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connecting skull to maw.<br/>
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Now you're the voiceless one,<br/>
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mutilated and mute.<br/>
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Nothing of value was lost.</p>
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<p>Maybe I am a lost cause,<br/>
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but only to being complicit<br/>
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in my own desecration.</p>
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<p>Laser focus,<br/>
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beast's tunnel vision.<br/>
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What say man's heavens<br/>
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to a woman who will not be silenced?<br/>
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Only a god's hand can strike me down<br/>
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now.<br/>
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And if he is real, why haven't<br/>
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I been smote yet?</p>
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