Posts tagged ‘Inertia’

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.

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

 

 

 

October 16, 2013

From Conduit to Cipher

Forfeiture
For too long a conduit I have been,
receptive only to the works of others.
In this way, in a way, I have kept myself
going; and were it not for the pleasure
and enrichment I receive at this font,
I might long ago have given up.
Then again, I might have
achieved something myself.

May 25, 2013

Something

Mythic Lift_0001

I have spent my entire life 
preparing to do something 
that I am never going to do.  
I thought that accumulating 
all this learning and experience 
might result in something: a body of work…
or a body. While neglecting to take into account
that I might actually have to do something to achieve that end.

 
April 17, 2013

XXX

Threadbare

Out of  perversity, idleness, cowardice, fatalism and integrity,
I have chosen to shun my true path.
Despite it all, I have developed, in my time,
a certain unavoidable attachment to my life
and my ways: the chronic circlings between frustration
and inertia somehow comfort me – and, in the end,
I would rather be myself than anybody else.
Still, I suppose most people feel that way.

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)