Ruth
Borgfjord
NEW NOW
rubo 2020
new now
new now
no now
not now
now now
the new now
meow meow
says the erotic cat
to the erotic audience
under erotic gaze
eroticlly colonising
colonising eroticlly
colonising the erotic
eroticising the coloniser
eroticising the colonised
utopia
fantastic reality
beyond this reality
the neurosis of the pandemic
meow meow
eroticising the pandemic
eroticising the curator within
eroticising the other
eroticising me
eroticising you
can’t bare to hold the difficulty of the now
i dreamt we were pairing
incestuously with each other
each smile an invitation
each gaze a penetration
i turn my camera off
i’ve had enough sex for one course
it’s the new
not new
not old
maybe old
the old now
new
who dis
it’s the new now
not now
in the meantime, in the west, while idealising the west
i wake up in xenophobic dream
i bring that dream back to the east and i call it art
i make the colonised pay for it
to make a living
secretly living in colonial transference
filled with fear and mistrust
we are babies
attacking the mother’s body
turning against our land
turning against our mother tongue
for a supremacy that’s an illusion
because you’ll always be a xenos
stranger
our accents give us away
the pure breed must always be placed front and centre
as to establish hierarchy
for if your tongue betrays you
you’ll be ostracised
rubo 2020
new now
new now
no now
not now
now now
the new now
meow meow
says the erotic cat
to the erotic audience
under erotic gaze
eroticlly colonising
colonising eroticlly
colonising the erotic
eroticising the coloniser
eroticising the colonised
utopia
fantastic reality
beyond this reality
the neurosis of the pandemic
meow meow
eroticising the pandemic
eroticising the curator within
eroticising the other
eroticising me
eroticising you
can’t bare to hold the difficulty of the now
i dreamt we were pairing
incestuously with each other
each smile an invitation
each gaze a penetration
i turn my camera off
i’ve had enough sex for one course
it’s the new
not new
not old
maybe old
the old now
new
who dis
it’s the new now
not now
in the meantime, in the west, while idealising the west
i wake up in xenophobic dream
i bring that dream back to the east and i call it art
i make the colonised pay for it
to make a living
secretly living in colonial transference
filled with fear and mistrust
we are babies
attacking the mother’s body
turning against our land
turning against our mother tongue
for a supremacy that’s an illusion
because you’ll always be a xenos
stranger
our accents give us away
the pure breed must always be placed front and centre
as to establish hierarchy
for if your tongue betrays you
you’ll be ostracised
