Content to flick away at the modes of repression,
A finger swipe here or there, to the left or,
To the right – it makes little difference – the accountant can make his audit up.
The links in this chain are tiny, momentary flashes of desire,
Anger, disappointment, ennui,
We have always given of ourselves so easily –
Is that why they take so much?

There is no route out of politics by more politics.

Hope is the enemy. Nothing grows in that soil but weeds.