I’ve begun to despise politics. Not because I don’t care; rather I’ve cared too much for too long with little to no tangible output on the world besides heated conversations with peers and a few converted souls (who, as if I’ve poisoned them, walk around peddling the same critiques I’ve hit on over the years.)
So I am now attempting to position myself against political thought. I would like to be able to adopt the essence of Robinson Jeffers’s poem “Be Angry at the Sun”:
“Let boys want pleasure, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.”