A Colonialist Storm 
Over and Over Again 
The abyss stares back

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The Abyss Looks Back

A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

The darkened end a future foretold.
The one who wins to be powerful.
The play was completed from the start.
The outcome was known.
The monuments in place.
The titles in place.
The anglosphere in place.

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Colonialist Storm Poem

Abyss The Character Of Storm  by JJFBbennett

Abyss the Character of Storm

Abyss The Character Of Storm

Then in the vanishing.
When all mysteries are hidden.
I crawl into my undergrowth.
Fascinated by the light.
But too timid to step out, up or down.

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Bamboo Noise

Speed Weeding With Cockies

Everyone was informed on arrival that no photos, videos or questions were allowed. The interior of this gallery is sacrosanct. Surveillance cameras sat either above, below or close by each artwork to capture discrete facial expressions and body language. Our role, as nourishment objects, was to plenish culture-affirming consumption. As high-quality assets, we were there to hedge towards the predestined protection of their accumulated wealth. We allowed our behavioural data to be harvested in exchange for the opportunity to be in the presence of this elite art.

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Distinguished Guests

Soundtrack
Created by JJFBbennett 
Inspired by Rodin

Poem
Through me is the way into the doleful city. 
Through me is the way into eternal suffering. 
Through me is the way that runs among the lost.

There is no objective reality behind this unknowable gate.
Feeling broken, wounded, at a loss, disconnected, incomplete and critically aware.
Against those who transcend our threshold.
The point is - there isn't a plan when you have been discarded.

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10/01/2023

Q Agony Gate

Soundtrack to this story.
The Pontianak was here.

The waterfall roared like a thousand voices. 
Its white water cascaded down the rocks in a never-ending torrent. 
The air was thick with mist and hung heavy in the atmosphere.
There, in the mist, I saw a figure. 
It was a woman, her long black hair streaming behind her. 
Her skin was pale as death, and her eyes were glowing red.
She raised her arms, and the waterfall parted before her. 
She stepped through, and the water closed behind her like a curtain.
I stood there, frozen in fear. 
I knew what I had seen. 
I knew that it was real.

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Pontianak Standing Here

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Lament

Lyrics
I see them daily, following the same routine, saying the same things, and living the same day repeatedly.
They take identical pictures and check their reflections on every surface.
The world is vast, full of opportunities and choices, but they, like me, wear dark glasses as they go through life.
I wish I could shake myself and realise the chances I'm missing, but I'm in a trance, convinced that this narrow path is all there is.
Existence keeps moving on, and it pains me that I can't see past the capital waste.
We could achieve so much if we didn't sit on the fence and merely comment on each other.
But here I am, watching this play with the spectators, where the power to change the script is on the tip of our tongues, yet we decide not to say it.

Choices And Daily Rituals

Executioner's Hood Melbourne Cut poem

In a  land of salutary terror
Instruments of violence were employed
To inflict class suppression 

Onto the poor by the rich
For acts of rebellion against owners

Putting the fear of death into them
Terrifying and teaching them a lesson
Employing execution for pacification

The tactics of imperial rule
Resistance is demonstratively not tolerated
Settler violence is reasoned
Public executions are legitimized
Violent acts are defended by the dominant participant

When power is in jeopardy
Protect the exclusive class 
By
Building prosperity in the enemy's land
By
Assigning blame onto the victim

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Executioners Hood Melbourne Cut Poem

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