The word ‘lucubration’ – the plural is lucubrations with an ‘s’ – comes from the Latin lucubrare – meaning to work by lamplight – and by extension, to work at night. Burning the midnight oil was a phrase I learned as a boy, from my mother, not merely an expression but something that became – and has remained – a reality in my life.
Lucubrations are nocturnal jottings, writings, studies or simply meditations – and all that results from or pertains thereto.
It can be very quiet and lonely, after midnight.
It can also be a time of inner darkness. And sometimes, inner light.
And for me, it has almost always been a time when nothing else could get in between me …. and whatever I have been holding, hiding, or incubating inside.
Some of my lucubrations come to light, sometimes. Others never will.
Edgar Allan Poe wrote:
And then, hearing or imagining he hears, a faint tapping, he (the Poe-ian narrator) stands:
Doubting and dreaming are part of it, too. Always have been. I write these words in the harsh, pale light of morning – but I am thinking of the darkness ahead …. and the lucubrations that await.