1. A very large number things
2. A unit of ten thousand (from classical history).
As usual when I pick words I like, I like the sound. The softness of the “mir” sound, then joined with the two separate vowel sounds, i and a. I’m not in love with the meaning (it’s fine), just the sound of it.
A MYRIAD POEM:
Evening: New York
Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
1. Having or exhibiting ill will; wishing harm to others; malicious.
2. Having an evil or harmful influence
I like the way the word malevolent feels in my mouth and on my tongue. It rolls more than you’d think, and I want to repeat it over and over.
I also like what it means: not just bad or mean but wishing harm, and evil. Nothing wishy-washy about this word. No gray; black and white.
I never noticed that the word looks like it contains “male” and “violent” (although “volent” comes from the Latin meaning wishing). Although I associate malevolent with both genders, I can’t help thinking of Maleficent, the villain in Sleeping Beauty, since her name is so similar sounding, and she’s, well, malevolent.
A malevolent poem:
I do not like being alone on these nights,
I cannot sleep,
and I cannot fight
the constant battles
that dance with a malevolent
waltz around my mind.
Mmm. There’s that delicious sound again.
I like how azure sounds: the ah, the z like a soft g, a zh, maybe, /ˈæʒɚ/ or /ˈeɪʒɚ/ if that means anything to you. (It doesn’t mean anything to me–I just copied & pasted it so you would all think I’m smart.) French lilt, the sound of the waves, a light hiss that relaxes blue. Between blue and cyan, according to the color wheel; a Windows cloud storage system, to my chagrin.
I don’t think of the word azure as particularly melancholy (another favorite word!) but the bulk of the poetry I found with the word “azure” in it had a sad if not bitter tone. Here’s one I like, though…
AN AZURE STAR
by Hiren Mukherjee
I was the sentinel of the sky,
Looking at the sky adorned with
Clouds, stars, nebulas,
I used to sing for myself.
I was twenty or something then.
One day, clouds on which stars used to ride, were
Crushed to minute grains, the azure star
Was snatched by the hand of a stranger.
Truer than the sky became my dread,
Callused words became more virtuous than love.
Now at my forties,
I look at the injured rose in my hand,
I try to recall,
I will always be the scribe of your melody,
Within me, there is euphoria of an azure star.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like I want be sad.
But the word “melancholy” makes sadness seem dignified. It’s more like a pensive thoughtfulness that dwells on a greater meaning. It surrounds you as a mood but it’s noble.
And then there’s the spelling and sound. The “choly” spelling is interesting to me. And the sound of the whole word rolling over your lips is gorgeous.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Do you have a “sad” word that you can reclaim for its beauty?
reminds me of shining possibilities, skies and stars, white-blond hair
Sky empty and luminous
beyond all attachments,
Me, the setting sun
resplendent with light,
Will not remain at all.
I pass behind the western summit
To reappear again soon,
Above the mountains of the east.
-Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdroll
What’s a word you love?