What can I say? I have almost no energy for anything like normal things. Ideas are sluggish and inspiration has relocated to another town. I feel as abandoned by poetry as poetry must feel abandoned by me.
I’m tired. Humanity seems caught in this endless cycle of thoughtless evil. And there doesn’t seem a way to stop that. Knowledge and knowing are different things. We seem to have embraced annihilation. Where the only thin hope comes from destruction. Which isn’t to say other ways weren’t tried. They were. And derision and deafness were how they were received.
If I’m tired, I can only imagine….
I get the rage. I support the movement. I wish I could be fired up. But we’ve been here before. And humanity continues to fail these basic tests.