The Deadened Silence.

Your muted fearful silence
Lacerates through my mind
Deafening my bleeding ears with its echoes
Ghosts of my past screech, an icy cold wind

Those cold oceanic eyes
That dead unfocused stare
Pale lips, the lifeless words
Do they mean anything anymore?

You hunger for love
Yet existing in loneliness
You long for embrace
Clutch tightly key to your grey prison

Cold and bloodless body, turned to stone
Forever intact your shield seperates me
I long to hold you, encircle your frozen limbs
To warm you as my heart beats finally to a still.

Regression

Where there was once light
Now is only darkness.

Where was once hope
Is now hopelessness.

Where once was movement, direction
Now is locked, trapped.

Where once was a dream of completeness
Now seems a vision of gaping empty holes.

Where once I breathed life again,
Now I exist in stagnation, rotting her with my very heart.

Disintegration.

Always frowning
Never sleeping
Always thinking
Never moving

When will this end?
When will I feel secure again?
When will the sky turn from awful obsidian to blue again?
When will I calm, breathe a sigh of relief?

Always problems
Always uneasy
Always questioning
Never accepting.

When will I smile, lapse safely into sleep at last?
When will I no longer ponder?
When will I become who you fell in love with?
When will everything stop disintegrating?

Weak.

With you I'm complete
Life floods with colour
Sounds saturated with tone
Resonating with the happiness of every shred of my being

The most beautiful thing ever to exist
Unparalled in the entire world
More loving than I could ever conceive of
And accepting of every part of me

Why do I crumble, cracking at every corner
Becoming a shapeless powder
Collapsed into grey dust
Ashen, colourless and nondescript.

Why do my arms flail
Feeling like I miss every chance to embrace you?
How have I have lost my balance so quickly
Where once I stood firmly and in comfort?

How did I fall apart like this?

We've Lost Control.

How the hell can we take someone whose creative fire lasts such a short period as a posthumous prodigy?

How come we never thought of the arty bullshit while said artist was alive? They were never revered while alive, why all these fantastical conclusions now?

How is it that we draw conclusions from statements never conceived of nor uttered by the artist, and rather from heresy via magazine articles and various media, which later become blown out of all proportion and then martyred decades later?

Is it our nature to seek meaning from nothing? Are we so lost that we consistently need to make up bullshit in order create direction when in reality there actually isn't any anyway?

So this is what our society has become, an exaggeration based on fiction?

Bit Part (Dando/Morgan)

I want a bit part in your life,
A walk-on would be fine.
I just want a bit part in your life,
(A bit part in your life).

I want a bit part in your life,
Rehearsing all the time.
I just want a bit part in your life,
(A bit part in your life).

Little more than a cameo
Nothing traumatic when I go

I want a bit part in your life
A walk on would be fine
I just want a bit part in your life
I want a bit part in your life
Rehearsing all the time I just want a bit part in your life
A little more than a stand in
Won't need repremanding

Has everyone gone completely MAD?

The increasing emergence of ultra conservatist behaviour scares me. The last decade, or more specifically, perhaps the last half-decade, has seen Australia's society spiral back to a behavioural standard not seen since the 1950's, and to some extent, some may argue this could include the rights of women as well.

In recent days we have seen the works of acclaimed photographer Bill Henson, whose work is beautiful, dark and unnerving, labelled as child pornography. It is very obvious that this is not the case. Anyone who has seen the exhibitions of Henson's work will clearly recognise there is a central theme, a naked starkness of the realities of urban life and darker emotion explored throughout his works.

I mean no disrespect to our Prime Minister, as in comparison to the previous son of a bitch who led our country, Kevin Rudd is far more in tune with the culture of today. Unfortunately though, this also includes our current conservative social climate. I voted for him with confidence, and overall I have little complaints about his government's performance so far.

I don't lend this situation with Henson's work to be associated to our current government, but rather a social characteristic which has evolved (or should I say, regressed) in the last number of years, most noticably, since 9/11.

The Western world has become overall a frightened place. It seems no one (in mainstream society anyway) is prepared to push the boundaries of expression anymore. This is not good for the current generation of children in schools, or young adults in universities. The future generations should be constantly challenging the norm, there should be a promotion of pushing forward, pushing people to think, to challenge and expand. Conservatism does not exhibit this in its structural characteristics, it creates a clear red line which cannot be crossed.

If we continue to exist inside this red line, it will have disasterous consequences for our society. A clear example today is many mainstream rock bands. They and their fans feel that they are part of something extreme, but the reality is that no matter how many tattoos, sideswept haircuts and tight black jeans they hide behind, they only express something which is acceptable. The emo movement for example, has a public perception of being outside the norm, but the correct observation as many music and art enthusiasts know is that this movement is little more than an attempt to get attention, and actually has little to no philosophical concept to it.

People like Bill Henson are people which Australia badly needs in its current state of conservative, dumbed-down existence. Henson explores what is uncomfortable, and we all need to be reminded of what is uncomfortable, it makes us remember what kind of things really do matter, and that being content with what is superficial and pretty to the eyes is no means of correctness. If Henson's work is indeed banned and charges are laid, then what will we see next? Will we see every work of Brett Whiteley's removed from our galleries too?

These artists are important Australians, they are outside the norm and their work educates and promotes deeper thinking. A new country such as Australia, which is still very much in its adolescence, needs people such as these to push our society and build its character. By culling their work, by discouraging the concept of challenge, all we do is take ten steps closer to what we should really be avoiding: becoming American.

Get over yourself Tania you egomaniac.

I wouldn't usually write about topics such as this trashbag nonentity that Australia cares so little about that she had to go to India to find work, but I feel compelled to. A couple of years ago I had the unfortunate opportunity to meet this unpleasant woman while ordering coffee at my local.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out who she was, only that she looked familiar and then it hit me. I asked her if she had recently worked in India and she said yes. Her tone was completely condescending, but she asked whether I was Indian, to which I replied that I was. After a few exchanges on my background, she proceeded to tell me how she was more Indian than I was.

Surely if this idiot had any clue she would have realised that that is NOT something you say to someone of ethnic background, regardless of where they were born. Despite my feelings towards the political aspects of my ethnicity, I nevertheless hold it close and never forget my origins. I have never been so insulted in my life and couldn't bring myself to say much more this egomaniac desperado celebrity wannabe, so I politely left.

I would never wish bad fortune on anyone, but I dare say this fool's idiocy must be a pattern if quotes like "It's taken me ten years to be able to get a look-in there … it's a pretty damn tough country to go into as a single, famous foreigner girl" are things she would even say about herself.

With an attitude lacking in humility attitude like this, you deserve every bit of rotten press you get you waste of DNA.