Connecting the Dots...

Connecting the dots...

our brains are pattern detection machines.

Amused by apophenia everywhere,

we tend to err on the side of caution.

After just listening to directions

then promptly forgetting them,

we go AKIHI.

We all share in the melancholy

of SAUDADE, the nostalgia

for a lost place from our past.

label that intangible HIRAETH,

understood in portuguese and welsh.

All humans are fluent in the language of emotion!

Dear lord, thank the Japanese

for their reverence of staring off into nothingness,

It surely deserves a word. Not thinking of anything specific,

gazing vacantly, go BOKETTO.

In the long scheme of things,

we really spend little time staring into space.

Think Long! Think KALPA, on a grand cosmological scale

and our time is short. Words make it tangible,

sitting here wishing everyone knew Sanskrit,

searching for more words found in translation.

Open that book again! 1000 or more unread books

in stacks, look how they line the floor.

TSUNDOKU! Again, Japan opened the door.

Seeking food comfort, overwhelmed,

we all look for ‘grief bacon’. KUMMERSPECK,

emotional overeating packs on the pounds.

Is there a word for grief fasting?

Somewhere between impatience and anxiety,

Inuits give us a name for our repeated paces,

back and forth looking at the lake, IKTSUARPOK.

The nightly wait anticipating the moon,

waiting for MANGATA, the road like reflection

of the moon on water. Needed words shift,

minds start collocation, masculine and feminine.

Why is the english speaking world so sexist?

Language bears a precise imprint

of cultural attitudes, a fossil history.

Shocked? Just observe the pejoration of these eight words:

mistress, hussy, madam, governess, spinster, courtesan,

wench started as a female infant, tart as a sweetheart contraction.

Find the beauty of imperfections, find WABI-SABI.

connecting the dots...

our brains are pattern detection machines.