Vocabulary: Touch Of Turf Edition

synarchy: a “joint rule” form of government, now with conspiratorial connotations
cicatrix: new tissue over a wound, or the scar left on a plant by a fallen leaf
ordure: excrement, or figuratively speaking, an offensive action
demiurge: creator of the universe, not necessarily God
amatory: expressive of, pertaining to, or inciting love
greensward: grassy turf or an area covered in such
halitus: a breath, exhalation, or vapor in general
etiolate: to drain of color or vigor, esp. plants
mansuetude: mildness or gentleness
scintilla: a trace, particle, or spark
ruction: a din or disturbance
wain: a wagon or cart

The neighbourhood was a dreary one at that time; as oppressive, sad, and solitary by night, as any about London. There were neither wharves nor houses on the melancholy waste of road near the great blank Prison. A sluggish ditch deposited its mud at the prison walls. Coarse grass and rank weeds straggled over all the marshy land in the vicinity. In one part, carcases of houses, inauspiciously begun and never finished, rotted away. In another, the ground was cumbered with rusty iron monsters of steam-boilers, wheels, cranks, pipes, furnaces, paddles, anchors, diving-bells, windmill-sails, and I know not what strange objects, accumulated by some speculator, and grovelling in the dust, underneath which – having sunk into the soil of their own weight in wet weather – they had the appearance of vainly trying to hide themselves.

David Copperfield

But lo! men have become the tools of their tools.

Thoreau, Walden

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Tarentel – “Two Sides Of Myself (pt. 1)”
Ephemera

A shimmery exhalation from this variable band’s collection of singles. Like taking a slow boat through a tunnel of stars. And also, you’re drunk.

Nothing ever befals any one, but what it is in his power to bear. The same misfortunes happen to others, who, either through ignorance or insensibility, or from an ostentatious magnanimity, have stood firm, and apparently free from grief or perturbation.

Now, is it not shameful that ignorance or vanity should display more fortitude than all our prudence and philosophy?

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations