Monday, February 24, 2020

Francis Transformer Chinatown Melbourne


Transformer

Pontianak

Francis

Peter

Francis starts his journey in Melbourne
With deep questions 
Deep human questions
Traveling in silence and adoration
At loss

The end keeps returning
Suddenly and unexpected
Through like-minded people 
Reinforced viewpoints
Extreme opinions

And he couldn't run
He was transfixed by technology

Not no longer a passive electrical device
Their digital eyes 
Their artificial intelligence

The enterprise grows 
Vision as a service











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Friday, February 7, 2020

Picture Poems 2020


From the imagination of virtuous Christians.
The splendor of all that was to become accumulated into this dispised legacy. 
From the beginning regret and guilt. 
Into a settler nation shackled by paranoia.

We claimed the superior use of land. 
To build our Colonial Georgian aesthetic.
And all that cringe that followed.

Oh this our lucky country.

Marvelous Melbourne.
Built by virtuous pioneer families.
Achievements made through sin, repentance and redemption.

It was our exclusive right.
To self fictionalize. 
To mask the inflicted horror.
To turn a blind eye.

Through Royal Charter, the settlers reigned down. 
With sheep.
And beef.
And homes.
And names.
And justice.

Until control was legislated and systemic racism standardized a socio-economic divide.