Dig deep be strong Departure from the methodical After the laughter there'll be tears The battle isn't done yet It's not just all detritus Perhaps we need to be asking a different question Feeling numbness Haven't found the right treatment yet Haven't recognised the cause yet They're not your people no it's not because we're from there we're not there, their, or they're People continuously rejected Wrongness at a distance Imposed space where true nature is lost Still in search Using all the tools at your disposal but this shed leaks and everything is rusty Bringing together what you know of your savage mind The materials are no longer ours Once we knew the particles make it concrete I'm extremely lucky to be here and I AM here Statuesque Find the particulates of each grain Not knowing how it works is killing us Each icon is making you Trillions of simultaneous interactions becoming you Broken something inside Its a dangerous path through the shadows of memory Try to find the face you had before your parents were born Stories from the nerve bible Who is looking into who's eyes? It is the black hole which drives everything Violent voices the all consuming black hole Forgiveness Terrified and happy Be your imagination A beginning that hasn't begun to begin You gotta believe in it Fully, unequivocally, and attend to every detail Now the real work begins Language is the virus Which representatives talk for you? Which ones are allowed? Belonging equals empathy Integrate the pain The interview process must be more honest Are these people being honest? What do they really deserve? Unseen representations Does being blinded really help? Open that eye and stare at it. Take back my power, leave a sacrificial flower. I am the sanitised post-colonial subject. Put a DONK on it! The massacre has consequences for everyone. Scrambling the inert pathways. Allow some dark in. The mystery of a sun bleached branch. The mystery of an elephant's face. The mystery of a monkey's brain. The mystery of an Adorn'oed bull. Standardised deity. I'll know it after I see it. mise-en-scene of my self-ie Perfect bunch of tulips on the train Sunshine over a rural horizon, island light, mazy grayness, plumes of cold air gathering condensation on a slippy cobble. The spaces of change are professional the depths of the soul are in a funding bid Whose sounds are you stealing now? Whose marginality do you claim? Do you really wanna know? What are the consequences of these possible solutions? A subconscious staring into the sink. How do we keep it up when the promise is continually being taken away. How can you deal with having done this again? CESAIRE - ...and I say that between colonization and civilization is an infinite distance Alone in a field with a chopping board full of drugs World leading but never for those who need it most. Spread it round, pass it round HOOKS - ... the tragedy of any kind of prejudicial thinking is that when we confront the circumstance that tells us it's not so, we frequently don;t enlarge our sense of things, we actually come up with new ways to protect that way of thinking. PANDEY - Such violence was also, in this view, the inevitable product of age old animosities and of deep-seated savagery: it was a boiling over, the periodic expression of peoples unable to help their own barbarity. Paradies is something you carry with you. Allow the light in. Application and the practice of... Gosh. Now we think in slogans. Be enthusiastic. Walking through a muddy field Unconscious in the sink. Just passing it round. BADMASH SUS Fair but tough. New layers of alien. Tactics as old as colonialism. HALL - 'I am the sugar at the bottom of the English tea cup ... there are thousands of others beside me that are, you know, the cup of tea itself. Because they don't grow it in Lancashire you know.' I learnt it in a month.