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Monday, December 9, 2019

Nils Geylen - oheyo



Nils Geylen was raised between the arctic and the equator and currently stuck in Belgium. He works in literary inclusion and literacy promotion. His creative writing currently investigates topics such as human and machine behavior and the oppressive qualities of culture and history. He is interested in the illegible and or the incomprehensible. Faced with the limitations of print, he prefers online journals and is always looking to escape the lexical, phrasal or narrative constraints of writing in favor of a more experiential delivery.


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Oh act one oh
Oh act one


[Le soixante-huitard 
on their leisure trip tripping / undoing 
all the   dones
bellowing faux alley cat calls]

whoop whoop wagga    wagg celebrate good  t t times
the winwin win of former    olden 
maydays / a growing 
global gross product 
glooowwwing


[enter kitkatclubard number one
Sez]


you woke is a joke olman ‘t was a choke 
on the  working classes
you never political   olman
you tight torso on the barricades 
a filter    flitter


you b b betrayed the Revolution 
(sic) 
turning 
reactionary little shits 
before the turning 
point 
yo!!


[chorus]


(while all the while all the 
starvation victims copied le nouveau 
look mec smoking B&H’s for lack 
of Gitanes Maryland)


True true true, weeps the old angel of activism 
rubbing his frayed chomskyan cords —sinking feelings 
of loss like accelerating spacetime enveloping 
their vision, shuttering the already 
dimming light


(coz it’s physics ; you can’t beat)
Eyo act two the penultimate act 
Eyo the penultimate act


[Ruffians and postpunk gen zees stacking 
EUR / EPAL pallets for a bonfire chanting]


Never was a decade so 
Sexist !
as the 70s 
Never was a decade so 
Nihilist ! 
as the 80s


Never was a decade so hedonistic —looking at you 1990-partylikeits1999  
smash it up
Never was a decade so quasi : noughtiesboomboombubblepop
Think you woke you can you even deal? 


[They dance the Lambeth Walk]


Oy!


[laughter]


[Enter Social Democracy on a Mule, willingly 
volunteering as symbolic 
sacrifice]


[Curtain]


[Epilogue]
[wailing as curtain rises]


[Herbert Marcuse sits atop a smouldering 
heap of ashes singing smooth 
1920s showtunes]


Hooray hooray we’ve gone astray
The culture went and faced the rupture
While we adored that old Adorno
NoLivesMatter in the centrist porno


[In the backdrop, the Cretinocene Ox, cloth’d in faux FBI windbreaker 
and purple yeezys rises over the ruins of Göbekli Tepe
Sez]


Think you with can you even deal? Oy!


[segue into boomboombubblepop, reprise]

[Lights out]