What is it about summer, especially, August that always leaves me feeling burnt out with a sense of ennui, jejune, and malaise? Which, as you can see, leads to the inevitable play with words to try and describe the almost indescribable ( that which cannot be described indescribable sensation>2: surpassing description <indescribable joy>
or is it undescribale( do the opposite of : reverse (a specified action-describe; undescrible adjective That cannot be described: incommunicable , indefinable , indescribable , ineffable , inexpressible , unspeakable , unutterable
or is it unindescribale( do the opposite of : reverse (a specified action-describe; undescribale adjective That cannot be described: incommunicable , indefinable , indescribable , ineffable , inexpressible , unspeakable , unutterable)
Now that that is as clear as mud in the hope of being more understandable. One can move onto the desired or not desired result of the fine art of procrastination that has caused the whole problem in the first place.
|Am I safe from Spike?
Of Course, if one procrastinates long enough about half the list can be done because it’s just too wet out of doors and has to wait for next year so come August the whole unprocess of me feeling burnt out with a sense of ennui, jejune, and malaise can begin anew. Ah! a cyclical event I can always look to for a sense of stability.
|Barriers created for protection from… and why
Appropriate words to describe the occasion of August!
[ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn–nwee]
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satietyor lack of interest; boredom: The endless lecture produced anunbearable ennui.
1660–70; < F: boredom; OF enui displeasure; see annoy
|Another door to paint an scrape before it rains
|The Scream by KLTH
Perhaps ennui is a reaction to knowing that the incredibly long list of things I need to finish before it rains, changes seasons, or school starts is never going to be done on time. Or perhaps it just knowing and a reaction that happens every year has left one sense of ennui in the abstract and in the end total annoyance with everything that relates to August.
|Finally, off the studio things
[ma-leyz, -muh-; Fr. ma–lez]
listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor.
a condition of general bodily weakness or discomfort, oftenmarking the onset of a disease.
a vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness, lethargy,or discomfort.
And then it becomes real.
And then in defense “the list” becomes
Jejune: Not interesting; dull: “and they pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases” (Anthony Trollope).
Which then leads to kindred spirits and favourite insights by someone else– such as :
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.”
— Sylvia Plath
And so begins Fall….
And so begins Fall– with the sudden realization that life is about to join the tea party(Mad Hatter’s)because everything is too late because you’re late! I am late! I am late! I am late so says the Marche Hare. August is gone and you have no clue where August went, because summer becomes shorter as one grows older.
I am having way to much playing with this program. I can’t believe how much I am learning. So perhaps I’ll write a little longer about real life and events. Even though I managed to delete my first attempt.