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    The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows</description><title>The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @dictionaryofobscuresorrows)</generator><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/</link><item><title>sonder</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you&amp;#8217;ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23536922667</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23536922667</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 04:29:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ecstatic shock</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23277598905</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23277598905</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 00:23:31 -0500</pubDate><category>Shannon Cuthrell</category></item><item><title>anchorage</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. the desire to hold on to time as it passes, like trying to keep your grip on a rock in the middle of a river, feeling the weight of the current against your chest while your elders float on downstream, calling over the roar of the rapids, “Just let go—it&amp;#8217;s okay—let go.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/22701147981</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/22701147981</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 23:34:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>kairosclerosis</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;abbr title="from Ancient Greek καιρός (kairos, the opportune moment) + σκλήρωσις (sklerosis, hardening)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;. the moment you realize that you&amp;#8217;re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it&amp;#8217;s little more than an aftertaste.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/22019547629</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/22019547629</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 20:56:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>chrysalism</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/21547053916</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/21547053916</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 22:31:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>heartworm</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. a relationship or friendship that you can&amp;#8217;t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/20832951870</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/20832951870</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 02:32:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>anthrodynia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/18275849988</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/18275849988</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 16:48:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>xeno</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/16571284794</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/16571284794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 02:36:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>mahpiohanzia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=FoLuyDwQAmEC&amp;amp;pg=PA193&amp;amp;lpg=PA193&amp;amp;dq=mahpiohanzi&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=SOYbyLbM1_&amp;amp;sig=VWDaSCWQlX9jgHE39rbB9ovjif4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=OewoT43bN42A2QXP-rTQAg&amp;amp;ved=0CEUQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=mahpiohanzi&amp;amp;f=false" title='Lakhota etymology: mahpiohanzi, n. "a shadow caused by a cloud"'&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; the disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you&amp;#8217;ve been storing up since before you were born.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/16844950603</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/16844950603</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 18:18:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>moledro</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you&amp;#8217;ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/15639920797</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/15639920797</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 17:22:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>the bends</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; frustration that you&amp;#8217;re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you&amp;#8217;ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/15127225021</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/15127225021</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 09:23:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Zielschmerz</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/13817431317</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/13817431317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:13:52 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>degrassé</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt; entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of earshot—worlds and stars who would&amp;#8217;ve been lost entirely except for the scrap of light they were able to fling out into the dark, a message in a bottle that&amp;#8217;s only just now washing up in the Earth&amp;#8217;s atmosphere, an invitation to a party that already ended a million years ago. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/13684402652</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/13684402652</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 11:23:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>slipcast</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; the default expression that your face automatically reverts to when idle—amused, melancholic, pissed off—which occurs when a strong emotion gets buried and forgotten in the psychological laundry of everyday life, leaving you wearing an unintentional vibe of pink or blue or gray, or in rare cases, a tie-dye of sheer madness. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/12657305039</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/12657305039</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 16:01:01 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>trumspringa</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. the temptation to step off your career track and become a shepherd in the mountains, following your flock between pastures with a sheepdog and a rifle, watching storms at dusk from the doorway of a small cabin, just the kind of hypnotic diversion that allows your thoughts to make a break for it and wander back to their cubicles in the city.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/10658096642</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/10658096642</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 16:06:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ambedo</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/9660178280</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/9660178280</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 02:40:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>antematter</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; the dream versions of things in your life, which appear totally foreign but are still somehow yours—your anteschool, your antefriends, your antehome—all part of a parallel world whose gravitational pull raises your life&amp;#8217;s emotional stakes, increasing the chances you&amp;#8217;ll end up betting everything you have.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/7464527542</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/7464527542</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 15:14:50 -0500</pubDate><category>Brianne Farley</category></item><item><title>flashover</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you&amp;#8217;ve built up through decades of friction with the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/6950733136</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/6950733136</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 16:49:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>aimonomia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; fear that learning the name of something—a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger—will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/4416778581</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/4416778581</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 10:16:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ellipsism</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out, that you’ll dutifully pass on the joke of being alive without ever learning the punchline—the name of the beneficiary of all human struggle, the sum of the final payout of every investment ever made in the future—which may not suit your sense of humor anyway and will probably involve how many people it takes to change a lightbulb.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/3719204939</link><guid>http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/3719204939</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 02:11:46 -0600</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

