Archive for ‘Inertia Variations’

September 20, 2018

Trading Inertias

Trading Inertia verses with Matt Johnson (10/17):

 

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December 20, 2017

Gravy In The Rain

Italian broadcast from Radio Kaos featuring unknown interpreter “reading and stumbling over selections” of Inertia and Antiepithalamia.

 

September 18, 2017

Inertia Variations (slight return)

The The’s interpretation of John Tottenham’s The Inertia Variations will be released this fall. It features Matt Johnson’s oratorial stylings laid over a gorgeous soundscape and an ingeniously devised morning-till-night time frame rearrangement of the original work.
Available October 6th…
http://http://www.thethe.com/

May 2, 2016

Inspired By True Events

Tortured

I waited a long time
to become a failure.
It took longer than I expected.
Was it worth the wait?
Frankly, no.
It was all in the anticipation.
But it was nice to have something
to look forward to.

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

 

 

 

March 23, 2014

CVI

Past Prime

Contact with anybody
who has produced work of quality
fills me with an air of thwarted yearning empathy,
an implausible sense of fraternity,
a melancholy sting.  Regret and resentment
gnawing at me, eating me alive.
This is what you reap
when you haven’t sown anything.

February 21, 2014

Chair, Sofa and Bed

Repetition

Between these three points of love
and sloth (mostly the latter),
I flounder.  Resting, without laurels,
restlessly.  Pausing between pauses,
to inventory this harvest of  regret;
to consider from every angle of  unease,
this permanent rut… to forever name remainless,
staring at a curtain.

November 15, 2013

Watching, Listening, Waiting

Irrelevance
Putting in the time:
Watching: the trembling curtains.
Listening: to the constant hum of indecision.
Waiting: to languish without remorse or hope
of false dawn; to be able to do nothing
and call it nothing. To sink:
where I have never sunk before.
To fade, only to be found again.

November 8, 2013

Improvidence

Improvidence

The other lives I might have led
all now might as well be
dead. Survived by no one.
Barren, without issue of  any sort:
this withered bud, failed
in art and love. With no time left
to change my course. But time enough
for infinite remorse.

November 7, 2013

Time Moves, But Not I

Entropy

I am no stranger to waste, to bouts of tranquilizing
Self-abuse: drifting off with wilting rod in flowering fist.
Thoughts sliding like water across a pane of glass
And over the edge
Of the sofa and elsewhere. And tension detours
To parts unknown, on days that pass unknown;
Held together by dust,
By boredom and all its  blossom.