February 28, 2021
CITADEL
Am I empty at the core or just around the edges?
Are there riches therein? I wouldn’t know.
I’m weighed down in a warm white glow,
crushing the stark yellow dullness of the day
into dust, statically and statelessly drifting
throughout this haze of rust. Riding the waves
of lostness across the landscape of a desk,
into the bulwark of a threadbare curtain.
October 17, 2019
A Legacy-Defining Moment
New Emptyscapes up at Alias Books now through whenever.
3163 Glendale Blvd, LA CA 90039
February 20, 2019
Dangerous Minds Valentine’s Day
December 30, 2018
Is there Life after Art?
One more week. Emptyscapes Extended until 1/5/19.
Lora Schlesinger Gallery, Bergamot Station, 2525 Michigan Ave. B5b, Santa Monica CA 90404
December 9, 2018
An Act of Great Treachery and Narcissism
Where egotism and self-loathing meet, where urgency merges with futility. Let me grace you with my absence…
November 15, 2018
Share the Selfishness
Available elsewhere, and from Amazon:
“In elegantly-wrought laments of self-loathing and mean-spirited love poems, the author finds that he has more to say on already exhausted subjects, and gives voice to the kind of thoughts most people prefer not to express but will nevertheless automatically relate to and be entertained by. Tottenham has staked out a singular terrain where egotism and self-loathing meet, where futility merges with urgency, and beauty is created out of bitterness. If nothing else, he furnishes proof that a poet maudit can still, if not thrive, at least survive, alive and unwell, in this benighted age.”
– from the introduction, by Louis Pipe
November 6, 2018
Roasting Sparks
I will be throwing barbs at the Mael boys at this fun-filled event.
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
February 18, 2017
An Unoriginal Observation
By the time one has learned how to live,
there isn’t much time left to profit
from what one has learned.
And it’s too late to still be learning,
too late to still be burning,
to come to terms with the past
by learning the easiest things last.
John Tottenham 