A list of 98 words by trivet.
- pity party of onewas added by ruby and appears on 4 lists
- anhedoniawas added by bilby and appears on 86 lists
- angstywas added by madmouth and appears on 13 lists
- blatwas added by whichbe and appears on 12 lists
- mournfulwas added by mollusque and appears on 27 lists
- unhappywas added by mollusque and appears on 17 lists
- sorrowfulwas added by mollusque and appears on 13 lists
- downbeatenwas added by mollusque and appears on just this list
- wistfulwas added by mollusque and appears on 146 lists
- morosewas added by mollusque and appears on 226 lists
- mopishwas added by mollusque and appears on 2 lists
- acheronticwas added by mollusque and appears on 26 lists
- dolesomewas added by mollusque and appears on 8 lists
- gloomfulwas added by mollusque and appears on 3 lists
- hangdogwas added by mollusque and appears on 57 lists
- glumpywas added by whichbe and appears on 3 lists
- moperywas added by whichbe and appears on 4 lists
- subtristwas added by whichbe and appears on 7 lists
- compunctionwas added by whichbe and appears on 153 lists
- egritudewas added by whichbe and appears on 4 lists
- heartachewas added by whichbe and appears on 17 lists
- miserabubblewas added by frindley and appears on 4 lists
- sunkwas added by lampbane and appears on 10 lists
- cimmerianwas added by bilby and appears on 42 lists
- poignancywas added by whichbe and appears on 23 lists
- mubble fubbleswas added by whichbe and appears on 2 lists
- alienatedwas added by bilby and appears on 19 lists
- moodywas added by bilby and appears on 37 lists
- sulkwas added by whichbe and appears on 35 lists
- moonsweptwas added by bilby and appears on 6 lists
- plaintivewas added by whichbe and appears on 132 lists
- sombrewas added by bilby and appears on 19 lists
- forlornnesswas added by bilby and appears on 3 lists
- leadenwas added by whichbe and appears on 36 lists
- failure pile in a sadness bowlwas added by bilby and appears on 12 lists
- solastalgiawas added by whichbe and appears on 24 lists
- pulewas added by whichbe and appears on 55 lists
- hograwas added by whichbe and appears on 10 lists
- bereftwas added by whichbe and appears on 159 lists
- woofitswas added by whichbe and appears on 10 lists
- cafardwas added by whichbe and appears on 9 lists
- contritewas added by whichbe and appears on 191 lists
- drearywas added by whichbe and appears on 71 lists
- despairwas added by whichbe and appears on 80 lists
- elegiacwas added by whichbe and appears on 148 lists
- crepehangerwas added by whichbe and appears on 9 lists
- bereavementwas added by whichbe and appears on 36 lists
- mourningwas added by whichbe and appears on 23 lists
- brokenwas added by bilby and appears on 49 lists
- glumwas added by pterodactyl and appears on 68 lists
- miasmawas added by pterodactyl and appears on 310 lists
- despondentwas added by chocolate_munching_me and appears on 125 lists
- dispiritedwas added by chocolate_munching_me and appears on 22 lists
- disconsolatewas added by chocolate_munching_me and appears on 106 lists
- dolorouswas added by she and appears on 146 lists
- atrabiliouswas added by she and appears on 66 lists
- malaisewas added by she and appears on 128 lists
- vaporswas added by she and appears on 15 lists
- dysthymiawas added by she and appears on 25 lists
- dysphoriawas added by she and appears on 80 lists
- dejectionwas added by she and appears on 13 lists
- amortwas added by she and appears on 17 lists
- forlornwas added by she and appears on 181 lists
- disconsolatewas added by she and appears on 106 lists
- heartsickwas added by she and appears on 16 lists
- shatteredwas added by bilby and appears on 20 lists
- emotionally bodybaggedwas added by palooka and appears on just this list
- hit rock bottomwas added by palooka and appears on 4 lists
- wretchedwas added by palooka and appears on 87 lists
- funereal gloomwas added by palooka and appears on just this list
- abject despondencywas added by palooka and appears on just this list
- in a funkwas added by palooka and appears on 4 lists
- desolatewas added by palooka and appears on 100 lists
- doleful dumpswas added by trivet and appears on just this list
- megrimswas added by trivet and appears on 15 lists
- slough of despondwas added by trivet and appears on 15 lists
- doldrumswas added by trivet and appears on 72 lists
- long facewas added by trivet and appears on 4 lists
- black dogwas added by trivet and appears on 18 lists
- down at the mouthwas added by trivet and appears on just this list
- lachrymosewas added by trivet and appears on 295 lists
- dismalwas added by trivet and appears on 119 lists
- sad sackwas added by trivet and appears on 3 lists
- weltschmerzwas added by trivet and appears on 134 lists
- pit of despairwas added by trivet and appears on 6 lists
- saturninewas added by trivet and appears on 349 lists
- woebegonewas added by trivet and appears on 71 lists
- woefulwas added by trivet and appears on 31 lists
- dolefulwas added by trivet and appears on 100 lists
- eeyorewas added by trivet and appears on 6 lists
- gloomy guswas added by trivet and appears on just this list
- lugubriouswas added by trivet and appears on 552 lists
- melancholywas added by trivet and appears on 268 lists
- mubblefubbleswas added by trivet and appears on 7 lists
- mulligrubswas added by trivet and appears on 44 lists
- blue devilswas added by trivet and appears on 11 lists
- down in the dumpswas added by trivet and appears on 2 lists
- feeling bluewas added by trivet and appears on 2 lists
trivet commented on the list mellon-collie-and-the-infinite-sadness
Inspired by she's mulligrubs...
July 11, 2008
bilby commented on the list mellon-collie-and-the-infinite-sadness
Dear Mr Collie,
I stand with you, shoulder to drooping jaw, heart to perforated heart, in this time of your sadness. I do not claim any particular talent in the provision of solace, nor indeed in the difficult soulshare of tribulation.
Fear not. For we are as brethren and the blood-tie of desperation leaves traces indelible. While suns have scorned the very essence of your soul I remained the lone satellite orbiting with singular fascination around you. I am the dark star. But long have you turned from the heavens, no?
I am six, or thereabouts, an age filled of superheroes and careless though painful experiments with gravity. I leave the swing determined to fly. Gravity plunges my teeth through my lower lip as I hit the ground. I cannot remember crying, though surely there must have been tears. That is the way. The tears we remember are those that flow on the inside of the soul, not the body. I collided not with mere Tasmanian earth but with the reality that every human must be called to its own account.
I am fourteen. Because I choose to play soccer I am a wog, a poofter, a sheila, a reffo, a non-child, an unAustralian. The bully arrives with perfect timing at every break period to clip my head with the sharp outswing of his locker door. I cannot fight him because my father is the school principal. He cannot flog me on open ground because my father is the school principal. He spits quietly on my text books. I retain these DNA samples for years, curious shapes on the pages of Biology and Mathematics. He is an amoeba. I am lost.
I am eighteen. I move to the city to attend university. I am clever, popular in a rah-rah-the-ratbag kind of way, energetic organiser of parties and student functions. A series of two-week girlfriends exhaust me. I hide my sadness and peel away from them in frustration. I share it and they pass me for the joie de vivre of Easy Joe and his six-pack on the beach. I write poems I can't be bothered to publish. They are rubbish, of course. Any concept of who I might really be is still buried in the piles of autumn leaves on Royal Parade or torn apart by the scything southerlies of August.
Enough of me, for I was old before I was ever young.
Tell me about yourself, Mr Collie. Did you yawn in the presence of angels whilst secretly beseeching them to record the tenor of every heartbeat? Did you propagate tomatoes only to watch every plump and promising fruit wither on the vine? I have met you. You were on the bus in Italy when the driver falsely accused you of groping a woman whose phone had inadvertently vibrated in her handbag. You collected empty bottles and sold them to nobody behind the market in Ekaterinburg, pride skewed in the light skittering through a soldier-line of brown glass. After the stockmarket crash you hung your head because you and your unmentionable greed was responsible. You were the leper crossing the Canal Road in Jakarta, stumps splinted to packing-crate planks as you dived through the traffic. You held the folder containing the document for the Minister to sign and sell-out his principles, waiting politely for that succinct curse of ink. You were guilty vehicles thirsty for fuel. You were tides slapping at patience's dour breakwater. I hated you because you were too me, too much fountain drowning in rain. You were horizon smashed into uploadable sunscapes. You were the needle and the stolen flame. You! You are dust in a world of Ezi-Kleen. You are the well-trodden path of comfortable blame. You are malleable because the Sadness has myriad forms. You are, at best, a corpo reductio, nothing. In your nothingness you are compelled, by forces even greater than I can muster, to confront the baffling sastrugi of Everything. Yet, shackled by misery's malarial malice, you move on.
I am twenty-five. Casually I consider myself a junior centenarian, as if one-quarter bitterly held down is a recipe for the other three. It wasn't. The wife was a stranger, the children adorable and impossible, the pressure a stone-crushing mill grinding black afternoon to a dismal powder that could only suffocate the survivor of tormented nights. I was winged by the gunsmoke of my own friendly fire.
Do you know what it is like to watch trains? Trains have somewhere to go. They arrive on time or late, neat or decrepit, but with the resounding clank of inevitability. They depart with bright passengers pressed to windows or travellers bridging continents from backpack and bottle. But they go; there is speed and movement, there is a whiff of credible certainty. You have never been a train, my friend, and nor have I.
I am thirty-five. The divorce is a piece of paper. If I smudge it with the depth of my weeping, the Department of Broken Lives will produce another copy. I remember friends who once were friends and are now paralysed with doubt, as if the price of an ex-wife is becoming an ex-citizen.
Have you spoken with the sea today? Have you been to the waves with your little cup and, instead of pity, demanded a god-damn ablution? I saw your prints on the sand, heading in one direction only. I was beside you yet you saw me not. The sea-eagles wheel in concentric mystery now and forever time, feathers and footsteps forlorn as dank decay.
I am forty. I experiment with other countries as a panacea to my lack of identity. The stifling loneliness of modern Spanish sculpture is identical to a New Year's Eve in Austria where the hotelier's proud firework falls failing in the snow. I flirt with Finland, finding forests perfect for screaming. They will be woodchips one day.
Hello, salute, hola, g'day, ciao, zdravo, salaam and priviyet. I keep you in my pocket. While the rat-catchers, the signwriters, the rusty bicycle-racks of urban-scheming, the blistering sunsets, the pensioners redolent of unwatered violets, the wide-awake dying, the thrusting joggers alternating feet of narcissism and health, the bone-boiling soupmakers, the wary, the three-legged dogs of no particular species, the times that Dylan couldn't a-change, the ceramic pots handmade by factory-fodder in China, the pith and puckle, the dawn-reaching streetlights and all other beings of fibre and dross bow in dismay, I stand by you. I stand. Sad man, sad woman, sad child of any nation, detach your weary arms and wrap them around me. I will stand; I withstand.
Salt of truth, you are my only, ever, heart.
I would ask you the bare favour of counting the final beats ... yet the sadness is infinite.
Yours in the beyond, untrammeled, irreducible.
B
March 23, 2010
PossibleUnderscore commented on the list mellon-collie-and-the-infinite-sadness
You need a hug...
*hug*
March 23, 2010
ruzuzu commented on the list mellon-collie-and-the-infinite-sadness
*hugs PossibleUnderscore for hugging bilby*
*then hugs bilby*
March 23, 2010
bilby commented on the list mellon-collie-and-the-infinite-sadness
Thanks :-)
March 23, 2010