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Is it possible that when we become more and more focussed on our own endeavors (wheel barrow) we become more and more disconnected with what is actually happening outside of our fabricated personal paradigm - to the extent that we end up in a disillusioned place where we think we know but wouldn't actually have a clue who we are working with? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWSxSQsspiQ
Project Creating the JJFBbennett.x metaverse. My world that is beyond Connected with yours Being and sharing Interconnected Chaotic manifestations Without reasons to exist Not as a useful commodity As an elite private space Educated and interconnected Unwelcoming to most A room of unlearning behaviors Learning how to be idle and to self-engage To self-civilize In our world When you could once have an original thought Despite the technical limitation and cost We banded together to will an intention Knowing there were no spiritual differences between x and y We knew we could exist In proposition and virtue Within the earth, and the heavens Where moments can eternalize Where the cosmos appropriates The golden house Celestial and practical From the ancients Metal, glass, and precious stone From the traditions that altered time Revered and technically accomplished Shaping all internal forces Both living and dead. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx JJFBbennett YouTube Channel
The collection gains its inspiration from Lake Bennett in the full moon. At 3:00 am, the darkened lake would shine under the translucent moon. Silent and bound by the visual magnificence, I could feel the gravitational power, changing tides, and internal biological rhythms. I did not need to sleep. This collection is about accepting the beauty of the night and how it affects our sleep, mood, emotions, and conscious being. Full Moon Reflections When the moon finally breaks through. And the restless breeze wanders between. Past hatreds and future promises. And the decisions of others who cut me down. I just cannot stop. And I fight with myself for my life. Knowing others fight harder. Never to gain even. But I never wanted to march. But I did. When my thoughts don't realize. I become restless. I wander between what could have been. My hatreds and false starts. And all decisions I could never make. My sky dreaming. My glass ceilings. I as the consumer. Stoked by the genius. Those who
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It only takes the slightest breeze. After each sunset. Before the problems of the day are resolved. The bludgeoned crawl out. To reclaim some dignity. And some semblance of affinity with living. And their efficacy to feel beautiful. The opportunity to refract and diverge with their whispers. If you want to listen to them. 3am in the morning. When the void sets in. And all daily grinds transpire. Stone cold awake. Then night allows your creativity. The force denied brilliant struggle. By stripping away your defenses. You wake up and feel the affinity. The moon, stars, and clouds. Listen to your reptilian cycle. Before the window closes. And you have forgotten the introspection. Quiet conversations. On whatever breeze chances by. No longer demanding hardened options. Or decisive actions. Just being aware of stillness. As an uncomplicated opportunity. When elsewhere else has none. Claim this moment. To be within yourself. Translucent memories. Whispering for your return. To childhood wh
Bark Hut Batwoman Simulacrum Northern Territory Gothic Shadows Poem Video Bark Hut Inn Bat Woman Arrives Brutally dispossessed. Placed onto a reserve. And promised rations. Detering the minority from becoming the majority. All stand-down when aesthetics enters the room. Imagined realities. Perspective from the darkness. Obsessions, failure, and virtue. Anxieties, fear, and panic. How did we know the world? Our ghosts of opportunity and precious wealth. Our unspeakable and inexpressible horror. To evoke and convey our superior taste. One-off sponsorship You Tube
Poem Modernism and Promised Prosperity We were glorious when we were young. Having a new and influential way of looking at the world. Free of the arguments from illusion, visionary dreams, and the solitary evil genius. We concentrated on the inner-urban. That was until we arrived And dismissed our problems without evidence. Through powerful leaders doing God’s work. Artist Statement video Somewhere Adrift Since I can remember, Australia's values have been under threat. I am talking about the fear of losing the innate grace, that is, the subjective sense of the Australian way. The threat list is long and most are foreign. The reported attacks by mass media are external to Australia's W.A.S.P. heritage. They are the values for what our soldiers died for. The land down under, adrift in Asia. We Australians have been under the threat of potential invasion since the frontier wars. The fear is a deep-rooted "settler country" psychosis. And it gets whipped up by politica
Godin Connectedness We argued with the vengeance from poorly informed memory. Straight from the loss to blame. For whatever reason it perpetuated justification. Of construeded loss, from the need to self victimise. To the need of claiming nothing in particular. It was the battle to ingrain and embellish memory. In so, we tore each other apart and to feed individual right. Our eternal want to be known as right. The want for immediate anger to surface, rant and to glorify our past glories of being wronged. And then we rested exhausted.
Driving in John Brack’s Car Surrounded by death I was the only one ok Pumping out. And breathing in. Ozone, Sulphur dioxide, Nitrogen dioxide, Carbon monoxide, And PM10s. Traffic pollution is killing us. Backfiring. Afterburning. Afterfiring. Are the common causes. Of running on richness. Red Sky Driving Punctuated by religious motifs. And deeply superstitious thoughts. The importance of place and time. Curses, desires, potions, and talismans. Refusing to see the danger at hand. By attempting to overcome the gods in mind. Driving with the Megalodon Driving cloaked in and under threat. Knowing how to survive and prosper. Proceed into the world chanting. It could be anywhere. It could be everywhere. Avoid and mask any risk of being blamed. Substitute and shift their attention. To covertly Inflict physical and psychological harm. And they will believe in you. Driving to Alpha Centauri Once we were driving to Alpha Centauri. Only 4.37 light-years away. Once when we were thinking outside t