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

One-off sponsorship

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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.