Poetry
When Leucocholy Strikes
You’ll never finish that to-do list
Scrawled letters on tattered slip of paper — it’s far more important than it looks, you can’t judge a day by its to-do list — random order, randomly listed from essential to elective via encouraged and esteemed, the method is in the careful planning, each task weighted and analysed and judged on a six-point scale, ranked in descending order of mean usefulness and
ignored. All day. Not a single sorry scribble to show successful completion of a solitary task. Zilch.
Line up the culprits: Distraction, you’re always involved, Apathy, you’re never far behind, Temptation, evil sinner, Anxiety, take a bow… and Leucocholy, welcome to the party, your mild manner and warm satisfaction are the deadliest poison of all, a venom so lethal you smile as it spreads.
Leucocholy (n): a state of feeling that accompanies preoccupation with trivial and insipid diversions [Merriam-Webster].
Finding contentment in the banal seems like a positive trait and on the whole it probably is. But when you need to get stuff done, leucocholy needs to be kept at bay because it can sabotage your plans massively.
Why study for that exam when you could just sit in front of the telly? The floor doesn’t really need mopping — you’re happy watching the dirt accumulate. Here’s a good idea: count every grain of rice in that pack you just bought — that’ll be a fun way to spend the afternoon!
Eli Snow’s wonderful detailing of the delights of the interrobang inspired my ramblings on leucocholy:
For those who are reading this because they are distracted from what they should really be doing, these concentration techniques may (or may not) get you back on track:
Leucocholy is a characteristic experienced mostly by introverts, who generally have stronger concentration spans and are more content when spending time alone.
Introverts are also more likely to be pluviophiles — people who enjoy rainy days. I loved Suntonu Bhadra’s description of rain in this poem:
On the theme of windows, Wolfie Bain’s poem is a masterclass in flow and pacing. He seamlessly blends long, densely layered phrases with short, impactful lines and the effect is incredible:
Bruno has written, Bruno has, Bruno Bruno, Dear Bruno has written words stuffed in an envelope seen many days, run over, bitten, and one end torn stuffing coming out…
