#epicedium

[yellowmanula]

Nauczyłam się na pamięć budowy epicedium:

exordium - wyjawienie przyczyny bólu

laudatio - wymienienie zasług zmarłego

comploratio - opłakiwanie

consolatio - pocieszenie

exortatio - napomnienie Kolega pyta: ale po co? 😅

[techitytechtech]

Epicedium -  Infected Death (2009)

[techitytechtech]

Epicedium -  Compulsive Act

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The One Word Story: "Home is Where the Haunting Is" by Rob Kristoffersen

The One Word Story: “Home is Where the Haunting Is” by Rob Kristoffersen

A few weeks back, I announced that a story blog project would be coming to Team Hellions and the time has come!

Welcome to The One Word Story Project!

The first story up is mine, entitled “Home is Where the Haunting Is.” The word I chose was epicedium, which is a funeral dirge. Building upon that, I wrote a story about a man haunted by his divorce and the songs that his ex wife used to sing in…

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The One Word Story: "Home is Where the Haunting Is" by Rob Kristoffersen

The One Word Story: “Home is Where the Haunting Is” by Rob Kristoffersen

A few weeks back, I announced that a story blog project would be coming to Team Hellions and the time has come! Welcome to The One Word Story Project! The first story up is mine, entitled “Home is Where the Haunting Is.” The word I chose was epicedium, which is a funeral dirge. Building upon that, I wrote a story about a man haunted by his divorce and the songs that his ex wife used to sing in…

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epicedium

The cobblestone underfoot, slick with grime And running with refuse A wooden box, shoulder high Unstrained by its paltry contents, Yet a burden to its emaciated bearers The procession, chalky-black winding through a reeking labyrinth, thick with the condensation of rot One dead note marking time, A bellow, a croak The cough of a Beaten and dying thing But the shuffle of feet a weary one, Heedless, unmetered The epicedium is sung A song from dirty lips Lips that hang on smudged, yellow-pale faces, Faces that match the windows, the moon And move in unison, To a silent song, a ghostly song, An invisible substance Emitted from dull faces, Faces that resemble one another People displaced from their provenance, Swept like fish into the sky and rained into the desert to gasp Dust like water Until their skin turned sticky brown Their flesh receded So that white slivers of their bones began to show And the birds, the rodents, the bugs All tortured them as strangers Preying on them in their vulnerability Now they pass into death One after another Like a homecoming The last hope of a refugee An end to suffering The promise of heaven

[journeyintowriting]

Word of the Day: Epicedium

Epicedium (ep-uh-see-dee-uh m, -si-dahy-uh m)

Noun

1. a funeral song; dirge

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