Posts tagged ‘Bitterness’

January 27, 2014

Letting Go

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In a constant state of choking down bitterness.
Getting it all down in the hope of exhausting it.
Only to find there’s more, it multiplies.

How empty my life would be without it.
What a gaping hole it would leave.
And what could possibly take its place?
That’s a good question…
I’m drawing a blank.

To ‘let go’ of bitterness and resentment:
It’s an interesting concept.
I must try it sometime.
No hurry.

October 7, 2013

To Hell and Back

Another pointless examination of pettiness and envy.
In which the word ‘subsequently’ is overused:
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http://artillerymag.com/books-to-hell-and-back/

 

September 9, 2013

All Down the Line

Many Unrealized Revelations

Passing the various stations,
the vicarious stations,
watching the other passengers get off,
without baggage, at the earliest stop -
once they feel they’ve done their time,
but wanting credit for riding it to the end of the line.
For at the terminal, what awaits?
Just a faded ticket, out of date.

 

June 20, 2013

A Vain and Useless Rant

Further proof that nothing is beneath me

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http://artillerymag.com/tottenham-corner-2/

May 31, 2013

Dinner with the Beardos

Further proof that nothing is beneath me.
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New column up at Artillery: Tottenham Corner.
Pass the salt… http://artillerymag.com/tottenham-corner-3/

May 16, 2013

by strange coincidence

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slightly troubling

May 13, 2013

A Richer Victory

 

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Broke, bitter and alone.
What more could I ask for?
I have failed, at last,
beyond my wildest expectations.
I don’t understand
why I’m still not satisfied.

March 8, 2013

Deeper than Death

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I don’t care about anybody else’s problems:
They are not as serious as mine.
My sadness is not only deeper than yours:
It is wider and in every respect richer. 

 
July 13, 2012

My Sadness is Deeper than Yours

My sadness is deeper than yours. My interior life is richer than yours. I am more interesting than you. I don’t care about anybody else’s problems. They are not as serious as mine. Nobody knows the weight I carry, the trouble I’ve seen. There are worlds in my head that nobody has access to: fortunately for them, fortunately for me. I have seen things that you will never see, and I have feelings that you are incapable of feeling, that you would never allow yourself to feel, because you lack the capacity and the curiosity. Once you felt the hint of such a feeling, you would stamp it out. I am a martyr to futility and I don’t expect to be shut down by a pretender. Mothballs are an aphrodisiac to me, beauty depresses me. You could never hope to fathom the depth of my feelings, deeper than death. I look down upon you all from my lofty height of lowliness. The fullness of your satisfaction lacks the cadaverous purity of my pain. Don’t talk to me about failure. You don’t know the meaning of the word. When it comes to failure, you’re strictly an amateur. Bush league stuff. I’m ten times the failure you’ll ever be. I have more to complain about than you, and regrets: more than a few, too many to mention. I am a fully-qualified failure, I have proven it over and over again. My credentials are impeccable, my resume flawless. I have worked hard to put myself in a position of unassailable wretchedness, and I demand to be respected for it. I expect to be rewarded for a struggle that produced nothing. I want the neglect, the lack of acknowledgment. And I want the bitterness that comes with it too.

May 23, 2012

And This:

Not that I have anything to say on the subject:

Friday June 22nd. 9pm. Beyond Baroque. 683 Venice Blvd.

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