Elijah Money
Elijah Money
1+1: Who are we together
Me and you
Aye
Feels like a
Big
Long
Dreamy
Sleep
Coping mechanism
Something that
Little boy
Old Self does
Used* to do
Eating sporadic
Lonely cooking
Housemate enters room
Lays
Absorbs
Continues
Our friends
Spending the
DOLE
On UberEats
Wigs and
Novelty Lighters
Taste like a
Waste of oil
Brown and Black
People
Approach the
Front Door
Cyclical
Process of
Taking
Consuming
Daily
While these
Wheels would
Arrive –
Forced
Risks
Unable to
Access
WELFARE
Class segregation
Tastes different
When so blatant
Pretty severe
Ablism
Queer erasure
Racism
Classism
Simply swept under
White Carpets
First wave
Designed for
And by
Rich People
Those who came
Back from
Travels
All their contacts
Contrast
Second wave
Culturally
Linguistically NOT WHITE
Hubs
Suburbs
Homes
Centred through
Other’d contagion
Albert Street
Urgently
Locked Inside
No Warning
Spoiled Food
Mistreated
Silence from
Local Government
White Officials
Enforced by
Blue Lives Matter
No other
Lockdown
Looked
Like this
Being WHITE
Must be
Nice
Two Weeks
of White and
Blue Lives
Being Centralised
They said
“Fuck Black Lives”
Behind the
Guise of
Caring Authority
Blood stained
Mouths
Suddenly
Greedy
Grabby
Little
Fingers
Taunted a
Lullaby
Weaving more
Cash into
Grey washed
Shadows
Caste into
Dystopic
Days of
Lively terror
Coercing
More oil
Into the
Ever
Consuming
Machinery
Rusted by
Defiant salt
Yet still
Ever
Functioning
Ablism was
Only highlighted in
The way
Corporates were
Finally able to
Reimagine
Accessible !!!
? WORKING FROM HOME
Conditions
As these people
ONLY for the FIRST
Time were able to
Conceive
Of Trusting
Your work
Cohort
To Do the Work — Finally conducive to Capitalism
Helping to
Facilitate their
Needs
Just like
People with
Disabilities have
Been asking
DEMANDING
For Years
Only to be
Told
NO — OVER and OVER
Viral videos
Coughing virus
Only highlighting
The severe
Class divide
Skin divide
Economic nightmare
Favouritism
A Brighton Basic
“Bored”
Tried just
SO SO
Many
Hobbies
“Hey Susan, it’s just so hard hey, all this time with Harold is driving me up the walls HAHA y’know? Honestly gagging to get my nails done and my roots touched up —”
“—Oh don’t even start me Robyn! My hubby has hardly been leaving his personal office — talk about MAN CAVE right hahaha. Kids are hardly talking to me either hahah but I’m really enjoying this chance to learn something new like punch needling. It’s nice to have everyone around while keeping busy.”
“Su! You go girlfriend! Talk about FEMALE POWER! HERSTORY! Yes QUEEN! My daughter, Elizabeth, has introduced me to this show and gosh, it is, SO, fun. She’s been calling me a fag hag whatever that means since I’ve enjoyed it so much. It is about those drag queens, but you know, they’re all actually really talented? I had no idea. Apparently this show is a big deal!”
“Is that right Robyn? Well gee it sure does sound… interesting that’s for sure! Haha!” *sips 12pm Chardonnay* “Its been a great excuse to not go out this winter am I right? I mean over the quiet dinners at mine there’s been murmurs of this being a shared TRAUMA! Talk about relatable am I right?? It’s honestly just NOTHING like we’ve ever imagined; once every 100 years they say”
cogs that are oiled and
tired
continue to spin and
tesselate with their fellow cogs because
it is part of a machine that
enjoys to
run
smoothly
providing that all the other
wheels
are doing the same
otherwise it would be
indignant but
still too tired to
push back or
say
anything
because if its
always tired then
it can never
muster up the courage
or potential to
say NO WAY
as it is all
part of a
group project
First pandemic?
Whats that?
“Epidemic”? Oh uh okay
Y’reckon?
Bloody doubt
That aye
Y’don’t think—
Y’can’t think
About any others?
Mmm weird
Do you not
Remember
Coz you
Ignored it?
Didn’t happen
Or affect you?
Do you not
R E M E M B E R
The beginning
Of the end?
The apocalypse?
—No?
When the
Scurvy ridden
Soap scum
Swept up on the
Shore?
Bloody
Brought over
Barrels of
Bodies
Burdened
Burnt diseases & VIRUS
Barren blow OUT
Fucking
Flogs
Fuck the lot of ya
Faking us out
Fully reckon ur
Full of shit
Flaking on ya memory
~~~
Hibernating
Floating gentle
In a warm
Safe cave
Fuzzy hearing
Filled with bears
And cubs
Sweet smell
Slow blink
Huffing leather
Polish
Smells like
Home
Sweat rolling
Down
Just like
Molly
Dances
~~~
Not too far from convenient to forget how AIDS stole a generation of Queer Elders from us,
I say Elders because I wanna remember them getting old,
Happy with their partners,
Literal Legends,
Golden pews,
Embedded with love,
While all these heterosexuals chose to ignore,
Only kicking a fuss when it began to infiltrate their white fantasy,
I’m pissed off to high heavens where I can kiss these Elders on the cheek,
Only to launch myself back down to verbally kick the shit out of your colonial imaginary,
Wearing a superman suit as I am superb in every facet of the meaning,
More so than these fluffy chickens can even conceive,
I do not wish to be perceived by you assholes,
I’m wearing a mask with my supersuit that’s not for an aesthetic purposes but to keep the ongoing pandemic of the colonialism that you gammon cunts brought over forcing us to live out this murderous nightmare that suffocates us
(but also you‘re suffocating too ya dumb dawgs? Can you not taste the bad air?)
Deeply bored of your ignorance
We’re out here trying to save lives with our words
Our hands, our bodies,
While you boot lickers are making us taste
The vegan pleather and imported soil
From the roof of our mouths and houses
To our oesophagus where acid surges to fight back
No more being exhausted from being underpaid forced to educate you self righteous idiots
These people that continue to be stolen from AIDS
is direct blood on your hands and
these were all young people once and
despite this they are old to me and
Its more than insulting
To insinuate that their lives weren’t
Stolen from a pandemic
An epidemic
A virus—
And so many of you were alive for it
So fuck you for forgetting
And the stigma
Don’t think that we haven’t
Forgotten the shame you laid on
Thick—
AIDS is not taboo because you say so
Only taboo to you due to your guilt
Self indulgent forgetful GUILT
Shame on you
No. We’re not together. Never was. Never will be.
Elijah Money is a queer Wiradjuri brotherboy who was raised on Kulin Nations and continues to reside there. His practice includes visual art, written work, installations, performance art and more. These are done with strong recurring themes of colonialism, assimilation, skin colour, gender, mental illness, sexuality, climate change, stolen generations, identity as well as critiquing the Eurocentric western idealised structure that each person in so called “Australia” is forced to maintain.