A destructive overawareness of time
knives through the hot empty spaces
of an afternoon. A sense of urgency vaporizing
into torpor. Even the traffic sounds tired.
Do something, I tell myself.
What? The same thing I’ve been doing
every day for years on end
with varying degrees of failure.
September 28, 2013
That Time of Day
September 21, 2013
Just trying to make a connection…
“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
September 18, 2013
CXXIX
I dread the ordeal of enforced jollification,
the pressure of pleasure: those strained circumstances
when something is thought to be wrong with you
if you cannot enjoy yourself under conditions
that are supposedly ideal for enjoyment.
Some people like to have fun.
I realize I’m not that into it.
It sounds tiring.
September 9, 2013