The Art of Yeee-haw Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay? Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go! Let's round 'em up! One, two, three, four! Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin' Though they're workin', never complainin' Don't try to tell me they're not floodin' We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face! Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race! Hanson hide, yeee-haw! Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Keep them Africans out, out, out They bring disease, that's what she shouts No refugees, no black South, no doubt We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate! Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white! Hanson hide, yeee-haw! No good Muslims!...
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Nurturing Meanings, Learnings, and Leadership through Contemporary Art
The Sensory Intelligence: Embark on a transformative journey through the realms of contemporary art, where immersive experiences awaken the senses, nurture profound meanings, facilitate valuable learnings, and cultivate the essence of creative leadership, empowering individuals to navigate the intersections of innovation, wisdom, and personal growth.
Sensory Intelligence emphasises the exploration of deeper meanings, valuable insights, and the potential for personal and professional growth through the lens of contemporary art. It invites individuals to find a sanctuary of sensory experiences that provide tranquillity and insights for learning and leadership endeavours.
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Scene 1 In the cradle of copper veins, where the first byte flickered like a eucalyptus firefly against the millennial dusk of 2000, threads uncoiled—raw and unbidden, a post-punk snarl weaving through the static hum of dial-up dreams. Imagine the snare drum's ghost-crack echoing off Uluru's red flanks , not as a conquest but as a lover's bruise, blooming violet under star-pricked skin. Here, rebellion wasn't a fist raised in Canberra's marbled halls but a glitch in the grid . A Laughing Clowns howl warping the airwaves, sonic annotation—jagged guitar riffs splintering into didgeridoo drones , fading to the hiss of cooling circuits. The wire remembers: a young voice, pixels pulsing with the fury of forgotten tapes, cassette ribbons unravelling like the Murray-Darling 's parched secrets, whispering of bans that bind not bodies but bytes, burqas woven into neural lace, veils pleading for the light they obscure. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge Jo...
The Metallic Bloom "It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper... like biting down on a gun barrel. Then... it detonates. It’s not a scream—it’s a jagged, violent bloom tearing through my throat. Shards of silver... iron... and rust. I am no longer a man... just a dark silhouette exploding into shrapnel. The panic is absolute." The Metallic Bloom video-poem It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper— Like biting down on a gun barrel. Then… It detonates. It isn’t a scream. It’s a jagged, violent bloom Tearing through my throat. Shards of silver. Iron. Rust. I am no longer a man— Just a dark silhouette Xxploding into shrapnel. My body isn’t mine anymore. My voice isn’t mine anymore. The panic is absolute. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art ....
The Shuddering Breath I Became The cryo unit hisses open, and I remember my name: JB, pilot of the *Subi*. The med-techs call it “revitalisation.” My body hums with a new, raw power. Muscles knit with synthetic fibres, bones laced with carbon-filament. I feel incredible. Invincible. But in the polished chrome of the med-bay wall, my reflection is a stranger. The eyes are mine, but they glow with a faint, amber diagnostic light. The scar from the asteroid scrape is gone, replaced by skin too perfect, too seamless. They say they rebuilt me better. Stronger. To survive the long dark. But when I clench my fist, I hear a servo-whine they insist isn’t there. When I calculate a jump vector, the numbers resolve instantly in my mind, not on a screen. Is this their design? A monster of efficiency, crafted for a purpose I didn’t choose? Or is the monster the part of me that wanted this? The part that, bleeding out in my crippled cockpit, whispered *yes* to any salvation? Did I consent...
