Posts tagged ‘Resentment’

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.

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May 16, 2013

by strange coincidence

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slightly troubling

March 25, 2013

A Lifelong Brush With Obscurity

Obscurity

Contact with anybody
who has produced work of quality
fills me with a 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.

March 8, 2013

Deeper than Death

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I don’t care about anybody else’s problems:
They are not as serious as mine.
My sadness is not only deeper than yours:
It is wider and in every respect richer. 

 
February 4, 2013

Redemptive Half Measures

 

Redemptive

I always assume that people I admire are single
and experience a sinking sensation
when I learn they are not. They drop
in my estimation – for what that’s worth –
from wishful thinking to cold hard earth.

 

 

January 13, 2013

LXXXV

The transcendental is strictly off limits.

There are no levees capable
of withstanding the torrents of distraction
that surge through my mind. Tender
resentments, useless trivia and tired lusts
are carried along like debris on a swollen river,
from which, very occasionally, a lucid thought
emerges – only to be sucked back down
into the sewage of pettiness and vanity.

December 13, 2012

past, resent, future

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Living in the present, negligibly;
regretting the past, sweepingly;
and speculating upon the future,
incredulously.

 

December 4, 2012

Second Blush

 

I resent you for bringing out these feelings:
I was better off without them.

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You have evicted me from myself;
banished me to a semi-autonomous region;
to a statelessness beclouded
by fear of regret.

May 24, 2012

Parasitology

I measure my life by other people’s milestones.
All this evasion, absorption and accumulation
provides a foundation in tradition,
a rich vein of consolation.
Art, like death, makes life more interesting.
And without it: as unthinkable as love
without pity, or a selfless eulogy.
But the bondage of receptivity
compares most unfavorably
with the selflessness of productivity.

December 29, 2011

State of Grace

Frankly, your prolificity disturbs me:
It serves to satisfy an insatiable hunger
For mediocrity. You swagger in vain
Against extinction. But the efforts of those
Who wrest crumbs from history
Will ensure your immortality.