Anfita – Rudolf Olafson
December 2, 2021
northeast and northwest the theater major apparatchiks the kids with money the kids who come from money the slam poets the lithe brigadiers with H&M receipts... the lo-fi aesthetic junkies the gallery peddlers the know-nothing ironists the M.A. freaks... the economists of our times... they don’t know how to converse they don’t know how to deal they say things like i just can’t deal... they don’t know how to chill... they are brilliant fools they’re eclectic they’ve never had good sex... they don’t know how to sit on a hill... they’ve never read Voltaire they pretended to read Foucault they read The Stranger and are now experts on Camus and existentialism all from one novella... their thoughts are always “forward” their only history is colonization their only humor is irony they burn shit down they love chaos they call chaos progress they feed on chaos they can barely speak they grunt, gesticulate they like music, kind of they are alive, kind of they like art only when it will serve their ends all of art must have utility, period they spent four years at university mastering compostables and edibles... but they never heard of Mao or the college professor in the red scarf they think Stalin is a kind of shoe they think that John Stewart Mill is a brand of pancake they are derelict, intellectually but they know all of your motives they know what’s in your blood they can smell your thoughts with insect instinct they are reactionary they are extraordinary they seek progress in another land and time they keep talking screaming pointing burning throwing chanting shitting feigning they hate pleasure miserable conformity is their hedonism they are like chained pigs with robot consciousness