Posts tagged ‘Distraction’

December 9, 2014

Straight out of Goteborg

Matt Johnson’s Inertia Variations film/ installation
will be presented in Gothenburg, Sweden this month.
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http://konstepidemin.se/kalender/radio-cineola-the-inertia-variations

http://www.rodasten.com/rs_events/view/radio_cineola_sv/?lang=se

 

 

 

October 11, 2014

Long Beach Poetry Festival

I will be among the twenty more (or less) outstanding poets
reading at the Long Beach Poetry Festival. Sat Oct 18th, 5pm 
Bungalow Building 727 N Pine Avenue, Long Beach, CA
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April 26, 2014

Radio Ragazza

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

April 13, 2013

Ode to Invented Melancholy

Valediction

Daunted by the energy that might be unleashed
were I to concentrate on the supposed task -
of what it might subtract, exact and adulterate; and of
the gagging staleness that could issue forth, if finally
penetrated, from something  so long suppressed.
Succumbing instead to these afternoons of claustrophobic
wandering and restless prostration. Committed, only
to non-commitment. Driven, only to distraction.

January 21, 2013

The Measure of a Man

My tradegy is greater than yours.

A long time ago I made a decision
to become a failure. It wasn’t
as easy as I thought: browsing through life
from one distraction to the next, while waiting
for the last lost moment to become unseizable.
As if there were some fundamental honesty
to not striving: There wasn’t.
I suspected it all along.

January 13, 2013

LXXXV

The transcendental is strictly off limits.

There are no levees capable
of withstanding the torrents of distraction
that surge through my mind. Tender
resentments, useless trivia and tired lusts
are carried along like debris on a swollen river,
from which, very occasionally, a lucid thought
emerges – only to be sucked back down
into the sewage of pettiness and vanity.

August 2, 2011

LXXXV

There are no levees capable
of withstanding the torrents of distraction
that surge through my mind. Tender
resentments, useless trivia and tired lusts
are carried along like debris on a swollen river,
from which, very occasionally, a lucid thought
emerges, only to be sucked back down
into the sewage of pettiness and vanity.

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