The world is full of obscure sorrow.

Especially if words are so dewy as to have no lineage in a person's mind.

Maybe I suffer lachesism (unspoken wish for disaster) but what of it...?

one more, uncurable, clinical condition for medical interns to clipboard.

I have, all that I can be sure, of which to speak, if I could, is inarticulate.

...John Koenig will have to hit the road, peddling his newfangled words,

convince us, that the high wind has got our backs bending to a foreword;

a whole book I haven't written because the term has yet to be invented...

Seems though in looking so high to the Greek, he's forgotten you and me.

Language is living entity, of which I bear editorial proof, 90% era absolute.

Give me a word, tied to emotions we all know, cordoned in pauperized bloodline:

*Disastenvy, I don't feel it but I sense a colloquialism worthy of pity... not so lachesism.

*Lifeorexia, let's even tack on Global, connotes shared angst ...more than sonder, sorry.

*Compartmenatlives I truly sympathize with... while ozurie just sounds... too, Jewish...

Apologies to our hidden ancestrage.

So...

I do not know Anemoia, and do regret though perhaps we nodded in passing...

...but I know we've met... Nostalgiavoidia at some point, unreckoned.

08.18.2023

Anemoia challenge @Melpomene

Reference quotes in quick search online:

*Anemoia: "Coined by John Koenig in 2012, whose project, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, aims to come up with new words for emotions that currently lack words. Constructed from Ancient Greek ἄνεμος (ánemos, “wind”) + νόος (nóos, “mind”), with reference to anemosis, the warping of a tree by high wind "until it seems to bend backward."

"Some of his words are sonder, the realization that everyone has a complex life; lachesism, the desire for a disaster; and ozurie, feeling torn between two lives."