Stories of voyage are also stories of loss; this is why the Old English poem The Seafarer feels elegiac. In a column for The Nation, Joshua Clover considers (through allusions to The Seafarer) what kinds of losses the current crop of voyage movies are marking.
I've been reading the evolving debate on narrativity here with great interest: Kate Lingley's recent post on the value (perhaps necessity) of a diachronic way of organizing the meanings with which art is invested particularly resonated, since this is a significant problem in Anglo-Saxon literature.
The day after April Fool's day seems appropriate for pondering how to recognize a joke. I've been reading the Old English poem Andreas, and came across this passage: