Posts tagged ‘Desperation’

May 19, 2014

The Thrill Of It All

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I will be lending my oratorial stylings to a fabulous bill
at HM157. Saturday night, May 24th, 9pm.
3110 N.Broadway, Lincoln Heights.
Also featuring the return of the Centimeters.

 

April 26, 2014

Mumbling into the Void

Live on Radio Ragazza:
7087587
http://www.adelebertei.com/radio-ragazza.html

February 21, 2014

A soft insidious plea

Self-Sabotage

If anyone’s interested in acquiring any of the drawings
featured on these pages, it can be done fairly painlessly
by contacting me at this address: otiosity@sbcglobal.net

February 7, 2014

Time Unregained

Pretend

At this point it would be impossible
to make up for all the lost time.
I might as well try to settle
for a serviceable desperation,
and strive, at least, for resignation:
the long hard process of resigning myself
to the choices I made
by not making a choice.

September 21, 2013

Just trying to make a connection…

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“At the end of the day, these few fleeting moments
of glory are one’s only reward.”

Performance video from the La Luz de Jesus Gallery, 8/13.

https://lareviewofbooks.org/interview/john-tottenham-
antiepithalamia-and-other-poems-of-regret-resentment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae2ywWx35ig&feature=player_embedded

January 31, 2013

Antiepithalamia Valentine’s Offensive

If you feel like dragging your ass across town on a Monday evening to listen to a splenetic misogamist repeat himself, this might just be the place. Come one, come all…

tottenham

 

November 28, 2012

Pointless Revelation

I used to be lost.

Now I’m just stuck.

August 18, 2012

Kill Off Your Expectations, Settle In

Hour after hour, day after day, year after year, decade after decade, consumed by this precious illusion of service to the pen: priceless time that might have been used to benefit others, from which I might even have derived pleasure. And what have I received in return for this self-serving – if that – satisfaction of having actualized myself? Poverty and solitude have been the chief rewards. And what, actually, am I actualizing? Do I have anything to say that is worth saying at all or that hasn’t been said better before, that might justify this massive investment of time and energy, this insistence on keeping going, this unflagging commitment to a lost cause, as if it were a sacred act and not a sickness born of vanity?  What would happen if I didn’t do it? Nothing. Nobody would notice. It wouldn’t make any difference to anybody… other than myself. And I would probably be a lot better off without it. As a compensatory last resort there’s always the myth of posthumous glory. But to receive that one has to die first. How inconvenient. I must put that on my to-do list. It would completely validate the work, of course. The only problem is that I haven’t done the work. I must also put that on my to-do list.

August 7, 2012

And in close-up…

August 7, 2012

Life in long shot…

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