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  Artists who Stare into their Creative Self Vignette There is a reckoning in the soul of every artist. It begins as a tremor, a flicker of light, almost imperceptible, yet relentless in hunger. That precise moment when the artist is alone, silhouetted against the radiance of an internal inferno and stares unflinchingly into their creative self. They dwell in the space between inspiration and doubt, bathed in the glow of possibilities and tormented by the fear of mediocrity. To exceed the ordinary, the artist knows, is both a blessing and a curse. Each touch, each word, each act of creation becomes a paradox: an offering to eternity but rooted in the fleeting frailty of the present. What if they fail? What if the light within, so achingly bright, burns them to ash rather than illuminating their path? The act of creation is no longer a choice; it has become a necessity. There is no turning back. Like a lone figure before the furnace of their own making, the artist surrenders to the ...

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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