Some blogs just write themselves. I warned that blogs written this week would probably be composed sitting, in comfort, on a sofa whilst watching recordings of Glastonbury Festivals of the past.
Three pieces of serendipity have mapped this blog.
1. It is being written on a Wednesday, which as you can see from an old poem suggests that “Wednesdays child is full of woe” ( I am not a Wednesdays child)
2. It follows PP#104 which is about the word desolate which is officially inclined towards woeful.
3. Mark Radcliffe, the DJ presenter of the BBC’s archival coverage for Glastonbury 2020 introduced me to a new word.
Kenopsia- The forlorn atmosphere of a place that is normally bustling with people but is now abandoned.
One word that completely describes Worthy Farm in June 2020.
Researching Kenopsia took me to this article from the Independent Newspaper.
Follow the link for the full ten. I’ve cherry- picked the ones that resonate with @theoldmortuary.
The Independent took their ten from the early workings of a book that is soon to be published.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.
I’ve delved into the same material and come up with some words that slip perfectly into future Ponders. For now I present my current woeful favourites.
Anticipointment. The realisation that the excitement and expectation of an event are greater than the reality.
This word is a true slap-down for an optomist, she wrote, pessimistically.
Monachopsis. Subtle maladaption. The sense that you are not quite in the right place.
Like a seal mum who lumbers onto land to endure the discomfort of birth and its after-effects in an environment that makes her clumsy and not quite in control.
Knowing that she will become graceful and confident again when she and her pup can glide back into the sea.
Zenosine. The sense that time keeps going faster.
I can only add Zenosine+P
Where exactly did Pandemic Ponderings #1 to #105 go.
July 1st already, utter madness.
Thanks to the BBC and Mark Radcliffe for fueling this blog with a new word used in their Glastonbury coverage.
The research for the blog has taken me to some intriguing places and gave me the perfect ending to blog PP#105.
Diligence and the internet led me to someone called the ‘ Disappointed Optimist’. Fact checking for accuracy got me this far.