Posts tagged ‘Apathy’

March 4, 2022

A Challenging Spiritual Exercise…

March 1, 2021

Holding Pattern

She demanded to be held.
So I held her.
She collapsed lifelessly into my arms
and remained there
while I lay there, with mind elsewhere,
wondering how much longer
I was supposed to hold her for.

After what seemed like a long time,
I gently disengaged myself
and got out of the bed.
She looked coldly up at me from the pillow.
She said that she would find somebody else:
Somebody who would want to hold her
for two hours
after an act of love
that lasted two minutes.

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October 24, 2018

Emptyscapes: Art Show

Lora Schlesinger Gallery
Bergamot Station, B5b: 2525 S.Michigan Ave, Santa Monica CA 90404

November 3 – December 15  2018
Opening reception: Nov 3rd 4-6pm

 

 

January 14, 2016

Land of Disenchantment

Rediscovering the pleasures of ‘Trona’:
http://artillerymag.com/tottenham-corner-land-of-disenchantment/

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September 11, 2014

Gen F

I reluctantly agreed to participate in this event,
and I’m sure I’ll have cause to regret it.
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October 10, 2013

CXIII

Failure

There’s no point forcing it.
I’ve been forcing it for long enough:
going through the motions, motionlessly,
directionlessly, pleasurelessly. Attempting
is no longer tempting.  Other than to furnish myself
with further proof of incapacity, there doesn’t seem
to be much point in trying anymore.
Maybe I can give up after all.
I should never have doubted my ability
in that area.

 

 

January 25, 2013

Love Story

I'm so glad

I cannot locate the source of the disturbance
that has blossomed between us.
It seems, possibly, real… untranslatable.
At best it can be mumbled incoherently,
requiring a different language:
one that you can only feel.
And a different form of currency,
in which I lack sufficient means.

Nevertheless, a situation has arisen
that demands my complete attention:
You persevered beyond the numbness,
even after your jaw cramped, to induce
a state of constant sickly anticipation
of something sweet: an impatience to wallow again
in a mutually tacit sense of wonder, to swoon
into a different kind of loneliness,
from which I restlessly await recovery
and the long snarled return to a serene apathy.

September 12, 2012

HAPPINESS AND BEAUTY

Beauty depresses me,
Knowing that it’s temporary.
Positivity requires too much energy.
And even if I were happy,
I wouldn’t admit it,
For that would be insulting
To those who are not ,
And those who pretend to be.

(Artillery, Sept 2012)

May 31, 2012

Seriously

The time has finally come
to take myself seriously.

But I don’t have the energy.

April 18, 2012

Inappetence

Queasiness, apathy and doom
spread over the sweetness… fear
of the stagnation and sorrow
that will have to seep out, fresh
from the source, all that death,
dirt and hurt: better for it to be absorbed
than apprehended, but who could withstand
such a force? A rallying call to weakness,
better leave it hanging. But dread is soon replaced
by regret, indifference by longing.