Reason has got stuck in its own swamp,
Clever people, as if treading in sticky, warm chewing gum
stuck to the back of the hand,
have consumed sincerity out of the world.
Hardly anything free remained after them,
they left almost nothing that was joyful,
where laughter, tears, and surprise are sincere.
Because they slapped a brand mark on everything
turned everything into a product,
labelled everything, degraded everything
into a saleable product, a market phenomenon, or propaganda.
Today, most people at universities
look for career opportunities, and scholars
long for career and prestige in research,
and freedom, creativity, and sincerity
are only a product, which people who, without real experience,
import into art —
people without real experiences, only know
which effect, which sentence, which colour
fits a concept that, as a saleable
product, enters the art market,
This is the world of sellable narratives and concepts,
or can become one of the new products
of the film market as a saleable screenplay. Almost everything has stopped.
In science, the big companies have taken over everything.
By funding the universities, they train a workforce.
It is hard to find fresh air, hard to find a way out,
and to avoid it, so that after the smallest success
you do not become a market product: it is hard,
an almost impossible task. This world here,
the swamp of cynicism, greed and hypocrisy,
where almost nothing is what it seems.
We have become projections of our own shame upon dark walls
empty, stupid, and pathetic,
people who only copy the thousandth cliché, who
manufacture the ten-thousandth landscape, superhero film, music
who upload, share, eat, fuck ---
just another product. Infinitely sorrowful,
that looks constantly happy, pseudo-smart
that is just ridiculous,
the whole of art, from films
through the visual arts to music is just: mostly just merch, items,
goods and enjoyable: faeces.
There is a way out. Maybe there.
the
lonely road of an outcast, where,
left alone, you hardly find anything, hardly
find anything sincere, beautiful, free of self-interest,
but perhaps this search — the search
For beauty and sincerity in this swamp is the most beautiful thing.
But of course, this does not matter.
Doodle-ddooo. doo--doo, and fuck off.
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