KILLJOY
Poem for Greg
Killjoy because we're tired we're exhausted we're fcking exhausted (and so are you)
Killjoy because it's about joy and about killing (joy)
Killjoy because sextoy
Killjoy because we want it to be all glossy and slippery
Killjoy because we're supposed to be grownups
Killjoy because we're grownups while we want to listen to shitty pop music while reading serious theoretical philosophical political sociological historical artistical stuff
Killjoy because we're supposed to be "professionals" "experts" "teachers" "pedagogs" who know it all while we don't know nothing
Killjoy yes obviously because most of us will think about Sara Ahmed yes yes yes yes yes
Killjoy because we have nothing to offer and we need it all
Killjoy because we're supposed to be part of it while we don't want it while we crave for it
Killjoy to be in it just for the money
Killjoy because we don't want a career while we want one
Killjoy because we want to party while we cannot
Killjoy because we'd like to be poets as curators but how could this be
Killjoy because we want to make a living doing this as grownups while we can't
Killjoy because "you make it difficult" and because of gaslighting - it's all over the place it's creepy
Killjoy because we are sick (and so are you)
Killjoy because we want to publish something, that is: make something public
Killjoy because we have huge egos but no confidence
Killjoy because we hate addictions while we cherish them
Killjoy because we want to "put stars in their eyes"
Killjoy because we crave efficiency while we hate it
Killjoy because we want to be loved but not by anyone
Killjoy because we are fcking depressed (and so are you)
Killjoy because we need vessels and spaceships to take that away from us
Killjoy because we lovehate art but we prefer people
Killjoy because we lovehate artists
Killjoy because artists lovehate us more than ever
Killjoy because we lovehate big institutions but we like it crappy and amateur too while we are too old for this
Killjoy because we want to be allowed to smoke and drink inside
Killjoy because we are fcking bored
Killjoy because there's "all that beauty"
Killjoy because we are affected and we want to learn to be more
Killjoy because we just want to see if this can happen
Killjoy because we know nothing
Killjoy because this chair is not comfortable enough
Killjoy because we like plants a lot too (and stones also)
Killjoy because we love you
Killjoy we need a proper hotel room not a lousy trashy tent in that camping while this is exactly what we're gonna get
Killjoy because our bookshelves are overflowed with books and so are our hard drives
Killjoy because we are afraid our brains won't function properly otherwise
Killjoy because this life is really definitely too much for us
Killjoy because we're gonna make it and because we're gonna fail too
Killjoy because we have huge ambitions and no ambition
Killjoy because we write poetry and nobody knows
Killjoy because we like to dance
Killjoy because we're not far from having presbyopia and rheumatism
Killjoy because we want it all right now while cannot hurry anymore
Killjoy because it's all shiny and glittery and black and white and extraordinarily colourful and grey and dull
Killjoy because you don't wanna know
Killjoy because It glows at night It's just a start We're holding on We're staying strong We won't collide We won't divide We like to keep Some places wild
Killjoy because we want to land but also fly high
Killjoy because of K like Karen (Barad)