The Making of a Misanthrope

They don’t believe me, and they split

One they goes on and on repeating it

The other they says, spitefully, cope!

I despise them, and become a misanthrope

 

Poetry
Gombrowicz on me

“Why, my man is created from the outside, that is, he is inauthentic in essence- he is always not-himself, because he is determined by form, which is born between people. His “I”, therefore, is marked for him in that “interhumanity.” An eternal actor, but a natural one, because his artificiality is inborn, it makes up a feature of his humanity-to be a man means to be an actor-to be a man means to pretend to be a man-to be a man means to “act like” a man while not being one deep inside-to be a man is to recite humanity.”
― Witold Gombrowicz

Writing