Posts tagged ‘Vanity’

July 3, 2014

Suicide by Kickstarter

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http://artillerymag.com/pricks-kicks/

April 22, 2014

Spread the Joy

The not-quite-yet-exhausted subject of love
will be celebrated and lamented by others
and myself at Beyond Baroque,
681 Venice Blvd, CA 90291.  Saturday May 3rd, 8pm.

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December 4, 2013

Youth and Beauty

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And you know what that’s good for.
Your inlets are my outlets, and vice versa.
You get my mind, I get your body.
I give, you take.
The only drawback to this exchange
is that the opposite also applies:
You get my body, and I get your mind.
Or I don’t get it.
And I don’t mind.

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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/

 

May 5, 2013

Patronage of Negation

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I am constantly confronted by other people’s works
that I could have created myself.
And I am constantly disappointed by them.
Sadly, I have to recognize them
for what they are: inferior versions
of what I could have done
if I’d been insecure enough in my abilities
to do anything.

February 14, 2013

A Lover’s Plea

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I want you to want to give me pleasure.
I want you to be satisfied by my satisfaction.
I am excited by the thought of your being excited by me.
Please understand that these feelings you inspire in me
are a tribute to your qualities.

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February 4, 2013

A Shameless Display

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A selection of Victorian Choking Paintings will appear in a group show -
ATTRACTION The Science of Love.  The Gallery at 3517.
3517 W.Sunset Blvd, Silver Lake, CA 90026. Feb 8th – March 24th
Opening reception: February 8th 7-9pm

 

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.

July 23, 2012

Improvidence

The silence preceding the anticlimax. A pitiful bid for validation or a claim on eternity. One keeps going despite continual rejection and lack of reward, spurred on, presumably, by some measure of self-belief – doomed to ambition by a sense of superiority or insecurity. The fantasy that we have something going on – that somebody is listening, somebody is watching – facilitated by the insidious web of social media that all too easily creates the false impression that one’s life and one’s musings might be of interest to others. It doesn’t seem to occur to most people who write that nobody’s going to want to read their work. Then again, there are enough unread (and unreadable) books out there already. One more won’t hurt.

June 6, 2012

Keep Going


The most important thing is to stop writing, now: to stop prioritizing this so-called work that generates no income and that nobody will ever read. This futile, masochistic, self-indulgent pretense of industry interferes with everything; it is carried out at the expense of love and work: real work, that is, the kind that is a visible manifestation of mental effort, not this endless supposed honing of my craft compounded by the preposterous conceit that the torturous process of giving shape to my thoughts actually serves some sort of purpose, when it is mostly an excuse to immerse myself in a morbidly self-reflective haze, of which there is seldom any visible manifestation.

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