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There is a Disparity in My Light: Navigating the Split Creative Consciousness

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  There is a Disparity in My Light: Navigating the Split Creative Consciousness Introduction - Does Metamodernism Oscillate? Clarity, I've learned, doesn't guarantee a smooth landing. While the core recalibration manages our internal mechanics, we eventually have to look back out the window and confront the final destination. For many creators navigating major life transitions or complex technical boundaries, this shift introduces an unsettling inner divide. The anatomy of disparity in creative practice is the psychological friction of a split being—standing physically present in a new space while your internal pace is still trying to catch up with the velocity of your transition. When we widen our creative intent, we often slice our universe in half: balancing cold, geometric clarity on one side against the messy, vibrant residue of personal regret on the other. Rather than forcing these halves to blend, we must learn to treat this exact contrast as our personalised map. 1. Ge...

The Inception of Capital

 


A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again.

Start.
With void.
Then add inception of capital.





A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Capitalize on this.
Void.
The backbone is irony.
Of superior culture.


A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Decades of. 
Credit has dried up.
Constituted mania.
Reforms, Rescues and Stagnation.
The abyss stares back.


A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Big money is on the line. 
Credit has dried up.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Deprived.
Is that true?
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Motivation, objectives and requirements. 
A finite game of enlightenment.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Engaging the unique qualities of the deprived.
Making an economic use of the poor. 
Investing in the development of commodity culture. 
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

On Entry
We presumed our safety within known boundaries.
We are in agreeance to temporary oppression.
We allow the performance to be believable.
We expect there is an acceptable conclusion.
We know how to act.
We know what to say.

On Exit
The violence experienced is the attraction. 
To enact aggressive-like behaviors.
A theatre of infinite inception.
We stare into the abyss for the abyss to stare back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

An acceptance for surveillance.
Prepared against surprise.
Fixed to an unchanged identity.
Our leaders are dedicated to profit.

To provide distraction.
To deliver misinformation.
To create deception.
To resist mass transformation.

Their achievements are cast in bronze.
Their manifestations are inherited.

The darkened end has been written


Poetry and soundscape





A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

The darkened end a future foretold.
The one who wins to be powerful.
The play was completed from the start.
The outcome was known.
The monuments in place.
The titles in place.
The anglosphere in place.



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