The Regeneration— At Principle Gallery, Alexandria, VA
exurgency – Noun (obsolete)- The state or quality of rising up, emerging, or coming to light, often with a sense of urgency and importance.
According to the OED, the word exurgency was only used for a short time in England in the mid-1600’s. It’s first known appearance was in the writings of minister/theologian John Owen.
Probably more than you need to know about this word. I only know it because I came across a piece of music titled Exurgency from Canadian cellist/composer Zoë Keating, now based in Vermont.
I liked the piece enough that I bothered to look up the word. I also liked the definition I found. It felt like this state of coming to light or rising up was a quality easily applied to many forms of art.
I think any artist would want their work to have this sort of revelatory quality.
To be filled with exurgency.
I certainly desire that in my work. Sometimes it’s there and that’s a good day.
Hoping for some more of that exurgency today.
Here’s that piece of music, Exurgency, from Zoë Keating.
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Thanks again for the education … re an obsolete word but also for an (fellow) Canadian who I’d not heard of before. I do love the sound of the cello. If you like string instruments and alternative music look for Charles Yang.
Thanks, Tamara. I will certainly look for Charles Yang.
Interesting that ‘urgency’ and ‘urgent’ (as in ‘urgent care’ as a synonym for emergency room) have endured. Now I’m pondering the ways ’emerge’ has endured.
Speaking of the cello, you might enjoy the instrument’s role in Post Modern Jukebox’s cover of Aerosmith’s “Dream On.” I think I like it better than the original.
I do like this version of “Dream On” better than the original, as well. I was also thinking about how urgent stuck around while exurgent did not. Guess it just didn’t have enough utility as a word.
I listened. My mind’s eye saw the dawn of the day when a determined people finally came together to do all the tasks in all the places that declared to all of the oppressors that we have the power and the will to take charge of our lives and our destiny in spite of danger, struggle, and fatigue. The day was challenging, but productive and uplifting, and ended peacefully as we readied ourselves for another day. It felt like community.
I like what you saw in your mind’s eye, Patty Ann. I’ve seen a similar scene in my own several times before and hold onto it as a reminder of what it should feel like here for all of us. All good things to you, Patty Ann!