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The Week of The Taint

December 29, 2018 By Julie Lomoe 3 Comments

Thor_Father Christmas with goat wagon by_ronchironna

I’ve published this post before, but I believe it’s worth an encore.  Warning: it’s a bit gross.

Norwegians have a word for the week between Christmas and New Year’s: romjula. The closest we have in English is the word Taint, meaning it ‘taint Christmas any more, but it ‘taint New Year’s either. I’m indebted to Rex Smith’s essay in the Times Union several years ago for this information, which inspired me to undertake some further research about this interlude in the darkest days of winter. I’m especially interested because of my Scandinavian heritage—I’m ¾ Norwegian and ¼ Swedish.

I decided to write a poem about my findings. My research uncovered another meaning for “The Taint,” a meaning not fit to print in a family newspaper. In the version below, I’m highlighting the dirty bits in magenta, so you can skip over them if you’re squeamish.

The Christmas Goat and the Taint

The Taint—that’s what the Brits call this week that’s neither here nor there.

‘Taint Christmas any more, ‘taint New Year’s either.

A weirdly nebulous time, in northern climes devoted to slothful lassitude,

To wallowing in the doldrums, swallowed up in food and booze.

Some call it the Witching Week, claim you’ve got a free pass to excess

And nothing counts against you during The Taint.

That goes for calories too, so scarf down all those goodies.

Chugalug that eggnog, channeling Miss Piggy.

No fair weighing yourself till New Year’s morning.

Assuming you can see down past your bloated belly,

The digital red numbers will inform you of the penalty for all that gluttony.

Ding dong, the season of the witch is dead and gone,

But you’ll be paying the price in pounds for months to come.

Nude Waking Adonis painting

But speaking of butts, The Taint has another meaning:

The place between the vulva and the anus, that narrow swath of skin

Also called the perineum, that keeps the delicate lady parts

From filthy nether regions. Also the area between the scrotum and the asshole

That keeps a man from shitting on his nuts.

This definition dates from the Renaissance, probably precedes

The tamer version focused on dark December,

And sheds new light on Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love.”

Norwegians have less judgmental terms for the perineal lull

Twixt Christmas and New Year’s Eve: Romjula or romhelgen,

From the Norse, means “That does not need to be kept strictly sacred.”

In other words, no guilt trips. Nearer the North Pole,

Cradled in relentless never ending darkness,

They cut themselves some slack, feast on foods like krumkake and nuts,

Smash and devour the gingerbread houses

So carefully built for Christmas. They cozy up at home with family,

Slug down Aquavit, take contemplative walks in winter’s frigid cold.

Norwegians still may “go the Christmas goat.”

Children wander from house to house, begging treats. In earlier times

Folks dressed in shaggy pelts and brandished horns. The glowing yule log

Was once a goat, slaughtered and devoured to celebrate fertility

And ensure good fortune in the coming year.

Two goats pulled Thor’s thunderous chariot across the sky.

Tanngrisner and Tanngnjost by name, they made a fearsome racket

Called Tor-boom. We call it thunder, worship the Norse thunder god

At the multiplex, crown him the sexiest man in the world

As decreed by People magazine, though Chris Hemsworth’s actually Australian.

Hosting Saturday Night Live, he flashed his killer smile

And stashed his enormous hammer out of sight.

In Norway, long before Santa Claus, the fearsome Christmas goat

Brought presents for good children, punished the bad.

The goat is virile, beastly, a satyr, in league with witches or the devil,

A symbol of sexuality. All in all, a hell of a lot more fun and energetic

Than the amorphous, foggy phantom called The Taint

That blankets Merry England in the depths of winter.

I call myself Norse Crone, proud to be Norwegian.

Chris Hemsworth as Thor

I’d love your feedback. Please let me know how you feel about the “naughty bits” in the poem. Are they a total turn-off? Too tastelessly over the top? Your comments may help me decide how outrageous my writing can be.

UPDATE, DECEMBER 29, 2018: 

  • This past year has been memorable. Probably my most dramatic news is that just before Halloween, I came close to dying from a subdural hematoma. After emergency surgery at Albany Med, I spent three days in the neurosurgical ICU, then ten days in rehab at Schenectady Center. Fortunately I made a speedy recovery, and I’m cleared to do just about anything, although I’ve decided to give up downhill skiing. I’ve been working on a prose/poetry memoir about the experience, with the working title SUBDURAL. 
  • Thanks to my near-death experience, I no longer give a rat’s ass about whether or not people are turned off by my writing. But I’m still curious about your reactions to erotica or scurrilous content. Please leave comments!
  • This year I trademarked the names CREATIVE CRONE and CREATIVE CRONE PRESS, and I’m planning some exciting projects for 2019.

Enjoy what’s left of the Taint, and please subscribe by filling out the form in the right column so you won’t miss any news. Happy New Year!

Filed Under: Julie's Poetry, Miscellaneous Musings Tagged With: Christmas, Julie Lomoe, New Year's, Norwegian Christmas, Norwegian customs, The Taint

Comments

  1. Betsy Tuel says

    December 29, 2015 at 8:13 pm

    I am not offended by any of the writing.

    Reply
  2. www.julielomoe.wordpress.com says

    December 29, 2015 at 11:36 pm

    Good – thanks for letting me know, Betsy. And Happy New Year!

    Reply
  3. Julie Lomoe says

    December 28, 2016 at 11:06 pm

    2016 Update: There was no end-of-year Poets Speak Loud this year, but I’m looking forward to the one in January 2017.

    Reply

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