Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Ulladulla Cut 2019




We only want to be provided clues 
No longer do we want our problems answered
From now on - dismantle and search
Under this contractual biosphere 
Knowing all of the hyped-up falsities
The everyday inference
My overvalued ideas 
Our failed continuum 


It was always out of reach
Barriers no matter how small 
Barrier no matter how thin
Have held me in sway

Cutthroat capitalism
Empires and colonies
Subjected new frontiers
Past crimes held beyond reproach


My car is making me fat
I no longer walk
These streets are devoid of humans
Nobody is noticing that everything is wrong
Until a barbarian walks by
Then cries of horror are heard


We come to catch a glimpse of the primitive
The pre-capitalist primitive 
The pre-Christian primitive
With the convenience of coffee and shops
Not quite the real thing
Commodification
Taking photos
Buying artifacts


The Ulladulla Gatekeeper
In tribute to Russell Drysdale
In the greatness of the Gatekeeper's Wife
The opposing force

Of our voice
Of the audience 
Retelling and redistributing
Not one but many thousand
Can you hear my echo


Botany Bay Social Primitive

Standing within a political junction
In the footsteps of mass transportation

For the public good
And the complicated machinery of engineering a coexisting place
Racist stereotypes used to justify colonial conquest
To establish our  newfound enlightenment
As a legitimate entity 
As settlers obscuring the travesty of invasion




The British went on and imposed
Their penal settlements
Through conflict and violence
The natives were systematically killed

Declarations were made
Martial law was established
The kingdom's territories became larger
The kingdom became more powerful
Leaving us with symbols of grace














You Tube


Sunday, December 1, 2019

Melbourne to Darwin November 2019



Melbourne to Darwin


The Shopping Centre

Not knowing whether to be scared or to be content
Make your judgment
Halo or devil 

We describe our persona of creepy
In our religious manifestations
In our children books
In our stories 
In our movies

Our hell on earth
Permitting the dead to guide our fear and vision 



Peter went shopping
In our hallowed place of transaction
To think and talk about probability
To keep the gate open for approved believers
To revoke the others who continue to seek knowledge

Our gatekeeper of the significant fell into a moment
And became lost in thought 
He let his guard down 
There on a humble symbol of power 
Laid down to rest
Control

A situation began to unfold
No-one saw who claimed it

Everyone knows Key 6 was extensively employed to establish Terra Australis Incognita
To support those of divine grace to access the fruits of this new world
To impose those bereaved from grace and imposed to a fate of generational poverty




The moment in which Peter forgot about key 6 
This was not an average day

The preaching son was lost in his moment
As he chanted God loves you all, a Pontianak stole control
Such is the path of a Saint


Peter's Key inspected St James Cathedral
Melbourne's first cathedral
Of Colonial Georgian aesthetic

Too small for purpose
An insufficient statement for ambitious  Marvellous Melbourne
Saved by key pioneer families




Sometime later Saint Peter found key 6 in Melbourne
Impulsive and yet cowardly
Being both hot-tempered and tenderhearted
Insightful and yet ignorant
Courageous and solid after Pentecost
Yet was hypocritical



I didn't know
I simply forgot
And to refind requires divine inspiration 


Forgotten
I forgot how to be prepared
And ignored the uncontrollable me



Once again we separate from one another
And before the night is over
As emotions subdue
I just slip away
Just to feel more at ease


I stumbled and freely fell
Down and in among the standard economy 
With guilt as my gilded suppressant 
Or was it fear
Or was it respect
I patiently waited in place
With everyone keeping an eye on each other
I waited until boarding was called


Learn
That is why you are here
It is not the easy option

Whenever you can find your place
In and between transience
In the ambiance of waiting
Find opportunities to make sense


I'm just waiting in place
Halfway between departure and arrival
A living cultural landscape
Paved and lined for the thousands
From generations to generations
More than myths and magic
No longer a featureless place
500 million years to today



The trepidation of being alone
When in the transition from place to place
Experiencing deep and vital dangers
Venturing into uncertain territory
Racing towards the chance
To experience heightened emotions
Of altruistic happiness
Sometimes I play dead
Then I am not afraid


Sheltered in your shadow
I put my hope in you

Too afraid to stand alone
I hide with the meek and quiet

We love the darkness thrown
Where in 
Here inside 

We safely tremble
This our place
Filtered from harsh light
Far beyond their righteous stone


Sense of transient place
Knowing you are almost home
It is all we have
This biosphere
My reasons for life
My sphere
My region of interaction
This is me as organic life
As atmospheric
In awareness


In our public places
In our shortened term
Together 

In our repetitive behaviour
We created  bonds
Forming reason 
Being 
A bond

To share our emotional identities
Our experiences
Our thoughts
Our feelings
Our memories


Wanting to be here
Caring and treating each other gently
By achieving more than just doing our job
In the sanctity of our biosphere
Of all living beings 
of all relationships
Being at home feeling magnificent


A Darwin Bougainvillea Christmas
The night before December
In beauty and in pink
Darwin Mall 9:30 pm
It is why I chose this place


It is not the method or magic involved
It is the dream that is imposed
To orchestrate chaos into reason
Questioning why not
Of each livelihood built on inherited death
To continually find beauty 
Through power and resource



Darwin Plastic Night










You Tube


Saturday, October 19, 2019

Ha Ha




A self-deprecating joke
I murmur in delight of my loss
I just need a reason
Shelter with me
Angel of Death please pass us by
It’s not true that no one needs you anymore
It is the what that is driving my unhappiness
Embellished through enforced competition


Bless my soul
A self-deprecating joke


Wet and drenched
The edge is challenging me
So obedient to all worldly matters
Harbouring my safety 
I murmur in delight of my loss
For this lonely man rides again


You should be building me up
But your system keeps drags me back
I just need a reason
To sail away
In a dream


A nightmare is approaching
Shelter with me
I slam the door shut
Alert and quivering
Resilient and defiant in fear 
Whispering
Angel of Death please pass us by


It’s not true that no one needs you anymore
But, I just wish I was dead
My vastness of inadequacy
Your judgment is self-honourable
It is the what that is driving my unhappiness
Controlling the damage of my self-worth 
Embellished through enforced competition



The benefits to those who rule
The benefits for those who are ruled
Masters and the slaves
Civilized and savage
Modern and pre-modern

The civilizing mission of non-nations
Registration, surveillance, and control 

In sickness and health
The shaping of minds
A continuum of sickness
A continuum of violence









You Tube


Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Ambitious Artist cover


Prepublication orders are now open: JJFBbennett-patreon



An Ambitious Artist Cover
When pressed for living
My skin is my barrier

By John Bennett 
JJFBbennett



In 1983 I moved from Melbourne 
with my love Brenda
to Poowong
To start my painting career

In 2019 I traveled to Seoul
with my love Brenda
And viewed Asger Jorn
artist as a social activist

This book is a collusion of
What
Memory
considered Reflection

My paintings 
were
determined to
have something
to say

An Ambitious Artist Abstract

This story is about growth. By growth I mean, the tenacity to survive in a delicate and highly fragile ecology. 

My underlying artistic dilemma is rooted in the normal and abnormal consequences that impound affordance and manifests self-actualization. 

An artistic response to the perceived narrative and the clues that impact on augmenting a self-sealing consciousness. 

The generated artifacts represent growth gained through spontaneous thinking and physical action set under the conditioning forces of consequence and realization.

An Ambitious Artist Problem

Well, I have a problem and the problem is deep
So I dug and dig and dug and dig and dug and dig
Yes, it is my problem and it is sublime
So I dug and dig and dug and dig and dug and dig


I have no means of making it home
So I dug and dig and dug and dig and dug and dig
With no way of making it out of this mess
So I dug and dig and dug and dig and dug and dig

An Ambitious Artist Explanation
Dominion and powerless
Strength under control


I re-positioned
I observed
I acted


An Ambitious Artist Cover







You Tube