I wanted to share this performance piece by Neil Gaiman before I made the connection that I’m actually going to see Neil Gaiman in Melbourne this Saturday and I shared a quote of his on the blog just last week. I seem to have a slight fixation. But a worthy one. That’s the trick; obsession is actually quite healthy if you’ve good taste.
This post is actually about more than Neil Gaiman though. I wanted to share some things which are both lovely and sad: a favourite combination of mine.
Neil Gaiman “The Bed Song”
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
I’ll let these excerpts from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows tumblr blog explain what this exquisite, poetic creation is all about. These are some of the definitions of obscure sorrows that resonated with me the most.
I adore this question and answer which simply and eloquently describes why I find these definitions so compelling.
icharos asked: “I think you could make a living creating words to describe such deeply intimate sorrows. It would be like going to a doctor but instead of prescribing medication, you give the torment a name, and suddenly tangled emotions fall neatly into place and with that quiet word, you can breathe.”
Beautiful idea, and my dream job. I think the act of naming something implies, very simply, that you’re not alone. We give names to things so we can talk about them. Once there’s a word for an experience, it feels contained somehow—and the container has a handle, which makes it much easier to pick up and pass around. Kinda comforting.
I know it’s been a while since I last shared some art so next week I’ll post some images of what I’m working on and tell you all about an exciting upcoming event!