Posts tagged ‘Resentment’

June 25, 2019

Agents Of Misfortune

This art tickle is not entirely about John Waters…

LIFE AFTER ART

January 13, 2019

Moments of Rare Delight

Delivering a profound spiritual message for humanity at…

Echoplex, 1154 Glendale Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90026
Saturday Jan 19th  8pm
w/ Flesh Eaters & Mud Honey

Furstworld, 8528 Desert Shadows Rd, Joshua Tree, CA 92252
Friday Jan 25th  7.30pm

Space Cowboy Books, 61871 29 Palms Hwy, Joshua Tree, CA 92252
Saturday Jan 26th 3-4.30pm
w/ Gabriel Hart


Chevalier’s Books
, 126 N.Larchmont, Los Angeles CA 90004
Sunday Feb 3rd   5pm
w/ Janet Fitch

 

November 6, 2018

Roasting Sparks

I will be throwing barbs at the Mael boys at this fun-filled event.

 

April 6, 2017

Fresh Failure

I could have been
ahead of my time;
I could have been
me.
Nevertheless, I proceed,
directionlessly,
hoping to profit
from useless hard-won knowledge,
and brooding about mortality –
about how depressing it is
that nobody knows my name,
and how inconvenient
that one has to die
in order to receive posthumous acclaim.
And worse still, that one
has to have accomplished something.
I must put that on my to-do list.
But what are you going to do
when the life you passively awaited
has slowly passed you by?
You can’t hate something
because you made it unattainable,
and you can’t resent other people
because you let yourself down.
But you can try.

March 23, 2016

Golden Waters

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Instead of doing my own work,
I took a long hard look
at somebody else’s work,
in the hope of being pleasantly relieved
by how bad it was.
But, much as I tried to deny it,
it was undeniably good.
And it pours out of him
like a gusher from a golden fountain
that never stops flowing.
Compared to this strained trickle
from a blocked and rusty faucet.
I take consolation
in how much it has cost me,
as if that might somehow redeem it.
Which, of course, it doesn’t.
But I don’t have much else
to take consolation in.

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.

January 27, 2014

Letting Go

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In a constant state of choking down bitterness.
Getting it all down in the hope of exhausting it.
Only to find there’s more, it multiplies.

How empty my life would be without it.
What a gaping hole it would leave.
And what could possibly take its place?
That’s a good question…
I’m drawing a blank.

To ‘let go’ of bitterness and resentment:
It’s an interesting concept.
I must try it sometime.
No hurry.

June 20, 2013

A Vain and Useless Rant

Further proof that nothing is beneath me

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June 3, 2013

Discreditably

Solitude

My attitude towards other people depends entirely
upon whether or not they give me the credit I think I deserve;
and sometimes, even when they do give me enough credit,
I still resent them – especially if they receive more credit
than I think they deserve.

May 16, 2013

by strange coincidence

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slightly troubling