The Current Context of the World
Our World is in a spinning, revolution, of depleting colours.
The White, Blue, Red, Green, Western countries are slipping back towards a pre-industrial, sovereign, socialist, renewable, utopia as they fail to balance consumerism against energy, resource and environmental depletion.
The White, Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, Eastern countries are attempting to create imperialism on bankrupt socialism and religious doctrine.
The White, Blue, Red, Yellow, Northern countries are in a mythical imperial, age, before the industrial revolution.
The White, Blue, Red, Black, Green, Yellow, Southern countries are in revolution forming a new faith out of old geometry.
All is revolving off the pole star and disquietingly, acceptably, provably, uncertain.
None of the living humans know, or respond, to all of the other humans they are related to on the planet.
All is response in Babel.
All ideas, conversations and pronunciations are part of a single human sentence begun four billion, six million, years ago but not heard from outside the Earth for four billion, six million, years, until the 12th April 1961 when the first response was made.
Aesthetics has flowed to stifle creativity through insisted, prestige demanding, individual celebrity cult, form.
All is a required, worshipped, Chaos of non-sequential Order and Repetition created by Order and Repetition.
All is Automatism by necessity to match the flow of Non-Sequentiality.
All Me-Mory is prophesised, sensory Input. Things never sensed before cannot be described.
Every book is a dictionary re-arranged by a thesaurus of metaphors.
The world is a true labyrinth with the cunning workers still constructing within it.
The humans are the primitive in the environmental birthplace of the metaphor watching it being removed by progress.
Artistic retrospection is enriching by depleting, mimicking the worlds problems.
Paradox juxtaposes choice and chance but not possibility.
Abstraction is the unique made false and common.
Unintelligibility denies response.
Everyone seeks to become Janus in Labyrinths planned and constructed to insist on judgements and deny responses and Me-Mory prophets.
In our world everything real does not exist until it is abstracted by technology.
Individuals sense freedom in infinity by sensory detachment.
Cause and effect are reliant on the will of the observer.
Everything relates. Everything moves. The notion of 'the fixed' is a spoken, understood, translated, lie.
The 'immediate' is always considered before being undertaken.
All is a Bulletism of words onto blank minds.
Calligrammed into form of desperate collage.
Coulaged into solidity before sorting into a Cubomaniad inexplicability.
All is cut-up, Decalomaniad before setting in form.
All is a dream resume of reality daily examined without resolution.
Echoes of poems written in many imaged hands.
An Eclaboussure, a splatter, of the colours of revolution in, an indecipharable entopic Graphomania.
Etrécissements of ongoing cutbacks to reveal possible economic images.
An exquisite corpse of communications tries to control all.
A Frottage of rubbed scribblings, over dead authors tombs is sent out.
A Fumage of candle and fire to raise the dead in new form without the peal of the bell or the knowledge of the words in a book to raise the natural spirits.
Games are played by everyone in the world to achieve a moments distracted advantage.
A Grattage of the human, canvass, skin envelopes humanity and prepares it for consumerist tanning before re-butchering.
A Pyrodulia, Pyrolatry, Pyrolatria, fire, fire, fire of Zoroastrian Heatage of the known image distorts, already indecipherable, codes of language.
All is proclaimed known quantum spinning and collision.
Unrolling and rolling up the universe in an involuntary sculpture.
All news is reassembled latently, or left to be washed off the page each day.
Humans are Outgraphed from their reality.
Paranoid is critical of identity.
Pasemage ideas are skimmed off depleting water supplies.
Photomontage occurs by pre-decreed algorithm without human hand but with the remains of dead, human thought, human thought.
Jet engines Soufflage, organic waste to reveal images.
All is Surautomatism.
All is auditorium of an empty theatre of the absurd.
All is transitory, Triptographic, divine, dreams, thrice exposed, to fulfil dead needs.
All is fragmenting from a centre that no longer holds.
Ian K Whittaker
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10/01/2014
14/10/2020
700 words over 3 pages