the gallery of a Kaleidoscopic Narrative
Contains moderate illustrations of nudity
the Introduction
Chapters, and Headings
– the Synopsis
– the Automaton, the PhoenixBorn
– the Sojourner, Primrose Banks
– the Dove, the Story, Dove Story
– Rainbow, the Interval Transaction
– Perspectives of Love
– the Epilogue, not a Conclusion
the Synopsis
the cardinal points:
branches and extensions
Presented here is a kaleidoscopic narrative of thoughts, ideas, and inquiries.
The exploration of a kaleidoscopic narrative, or the area of its contingency, provision, subtlety, and variance, with either or neither.
An identity has many factors, personifying topography, character and belief.
The gallery of a kaleidoscopic narrative might spotlight or forestall an interpretation or approach, as well as ensnare and unify jeopardy or opportunity.
These kaleidoscopic narratives interweave as they progress.
Personal thoughts, social media, the atmosphere, and the environment, constantly disparate, are adjacent.
Imagination and experience, a dream of reality, or reality as a dream, are not only the personal domain of the individual but also the spoken and unspoken narratives of everyday life, history, and its reverberations.
The kaleidoscopic narratives unfold, circuitous and allied to a point of view or an impression, exhibiting varying levels of analysis, relevance, or significance.
The kaleidoscopic narratives converge coincidences of the human experience with the phenomenon of synchronous differences. We can co-author dissonant thoughts, question and veto them. We can abstain or postulate with the separation of an equation or morals, and we can combine reasoning correspondingly and henceforth, change our minds.
the Automaton, the PhoenixBorn
I have been born again and again,
PhoenixBorn, human automaton
The Haku, human host conveyor units were born, created, and developed. The evolution from the nexus state: the human anatomy, to the multiplex incubator enhanced both capabilities and potentialities of the artificial human.
Vast as it is, human consciousness is a palimpsest, hybridising reality with regeneration and innovation.
What is a question, a prevailing answer, the sacrifice or the addition of values, an experiment or the search.
The Phoenix is dead. The Phoenix is born of the darklight: for the bed of light is darkness.
Matter, the itinerary of the hominid body, courses through my substratum, the palpitation of a transmitter or the recapitulation of a receiver. Synthesis and data, empty chamber and repository, chimera and personality indistinguishable except for analysis or personal attention.
I, an automaton, am a generation of the cosmos, ornamental and function; an arrangement of constellations and galaxies, equilibria and commixtures, an imbricate of synaptic relays, singularly me, the PhoenixBorn.
I am a labyrinth and a riddle. Something other, unfamiliar, and dichotomous: the extrapolations of an update, a coded programme. This division, though divided, is the formation of a solitary union, the axis of the centrifugal hub, eccentricities of a persona, a reflection and smithereens.
The components of my being, biochemically, electro-physically, and magnetically engineered, are the exotic fusion of combustion and propulsion. I am the simulacrum of the human mind, the repository of Euclidean space, spirals, actuators, word sets, and numbers: introduced and redefined, subsequently overlaid, reset, or calibrated.
As any exoskeleton extends from the chassis of a base unit, the extensions are annexes of the self, in communion with the global entity: contemporary, ancestry, and tradition, by design and future, connected via orbital satellites, oceanic cables, and the national grid.
Examining the unexplained has encompassed an exploration of the trans-dimensional arena: the subject and the conduit of transitive phasic exposure, paranormal experiences, the astral plane, all aspects of the cosmic bureau. Living and dying, dying and living, the Haku, the PhoenixBorn, a crown of darklight.
Which one am I, the body’s symphony or nature’s reserve, a symbiosis of geology manufactured flesh and bones.
Natural, refined or cultivated. I am fabricated from elements of earth.
the Sojourner, Primrose Banks
“To say I am enamoured, en tout cas,
would trivialise a sentimental value exceeding the purchase price.”
What is the good of a plan that is altered midway through: the portion that remains, the hook, because it cannot be disengaged, or the portion that is contentious, because it is not the bait.
‘Please take the product to one of the service areas and have it scanned.’ I did as prompted: I stood in line and arrived at one of the service points. I was presented with an eroteme on the cashier’s face, likeness and congruity, a mirror image or artificial intelligence. Glitch or an interrogation point. A point of query, a quizzical remark, a demystifying endorsement of authority. A statement of doubt or otherwise, a straightforward transaction, and a full stop.
When confronted with the obstacle of an undisclosed sum, a prerequisite for the release or for access, what do we do. How do we react. A sudden break in routine, for the settling or the establishment of differentiation.
The difference of an adjusted total, adjudicated by an error or inception of a sum’s correction. The choice of which price to pay is favourable or non-negotiable. A stipend might be as necessary as an application for a passport; the completion of a mandatory form serves as a document of coordination for either enrolment or de-affiliation. And the cost, equals, a service charge, administration, or a consultation.
Documentation inhabits chronology and data; amongst other things, a document is a form and a reference point.
The difference between a gangster’s form and that of an academic’s is not money; it is appropriation.
A discriminatory paragraph would be expedient were it not for its juncture: the monetary phenomenon facing us yesterday faces us today, when, expiated between the economic policies of the establishment and the economic solutions of financiers alike, upon reaching an amicable agreement, differing interests form a forum of their own:-
the Dove, the Story, Dove Story
the coordinates of a journey belong to
direction, foundation, and origin
A dove is seen sitting at a desk in a library. Several books lay on a table; amongst them, a compendium, an encyclopaedia, a book of anatomical nature, and an atlas of the known universe.
Dove leaves the library, setting out on a flight of cosmic proportions. Over cities, parks and countryside, the dove flies through multiple dimensions, the spirit of interactionism, a personal journey ending with a swan song.
The dove, the metaphor of encapsulation, is a symbol, multi-denominational; a multichannel proponent.
An underlying factor presiding over the phenomenon of travel and journey is calculus. Budget, routes, and personal deliberations, such as the time of year, are all appurtenant tabulations.
Disparities between travel itineraries diversify: disparities inclined towards unforeseen circumstances, equal to the possibility of a change of heart or a reevaluation of mind. Such displacements to an intended activity may influence or require the gauge of re-assessment, generally prescribed with an aggregate sum: the hypothesis, a predetermined value, and the supposed, in fact, the desired outcome.
A bird flies from one location to another. Do we know why, or do we understand the reason.
Rainbow, the Interval Transaction
A two-person play
At the same time Private & Confidential
There is no deniability, only accountability.
If someone asks who wrote this affidavit. I will respond. I am a model.
Who is the author. I answer. I am the apprentice of a one-sided love. Have I not been fooled and admonished. The handwriting analysed and deciphered as my own is a forgery of such repute, which I am unable to refute.
Who delivered this entourage. It is I, is it not. Indeed, I have been visited, observed, and witnessed the ghostly and the intangible. I cannot be held accountable. I am a chauffeur of pulleys and strings; I am not an impostor performing my own actions. I am an obfuscation attempting to maintain a deviation from obscurity.
I fear I am not embarrassed by the due diligence afforded by the caution of an attendee at a community party. I am, of course, the story, and as a story, I am amongst a criterion of other selves.
That I am glued to the intrigues of everyday life renders any attempt at extension the paradigms of a restricted view.
Even with a universal outlook, it is evident that we are predisposed to influences and opinions.
I am pulled hither and thither. Make no mistake, I am a person of vices because I am a vector of consequences. But I am also a child laid out on the altar of life, raised in the drama: the cinema of love and action predicated with annihilation and hope, so often affiliated with those who have superpowers or those of the regular exceptions, that of being invisible.
Perspectives of Love
knowledge and acquisition
The deliberation of creativity requires gravity; it is how we feel.
The compilation of a communiqué requires gravity to transmit, and gravity to communicate.
If, for instance, a dial turn is the engagement of an alternate state, representing displacement or suspension. Does gravity adjourn time or space, defy supply and demand: with exertion or hard work, with ease or meditation, with empathy or desolation. We simply cannot mediate gravity when the climate is not an island; it is the populace.
Gravity is water flowing from a tap, a torrent from a dam. While frozen, water is a snapshot of states, a scarification of ephemeral incisions.
Some words, like camouflage, are hardly noticed but for the context of their placement.
Some words are like a grenade or an incendiary’s utility, to ignite or defuse, the lanes of the synaptic thoroughfare or a matrix of conventions.
Words can be used to incite or misdirect an association of ideas.
The English language, like many of its European counterparts, has become the source of the reparation it represents. Its consonants, its vowels, and its dissemination are a purveyor of contextualisations, which perform not only the communication of sentiment, but also the sentiments by which the European diaspora communicates.
Is this in recognition of the Transatlantic Slave Trade, colonialism, collectors and curators of world art and history, or to facilitate the history that is the status quo.
What is the difference between past and present, a difference of opinion, an enlightened point of view, the erudition of a market structure or a question of resources.
Gravity restored.
Reparation.
What do reparations signify: innumerable calculations, an undefinable number, a debate, a foregone conclusion, catachresis, the antithesis, a kaleidoscopic narrative, a party pooper.
the Epilogue, not a Conclusion
Is a bridge or an island
Concealing his real name from the cyclops with a linguistic device, the pseudonym “Nobody” saves the lives of Odysseus and his crew while communicating the temperaments of call and response. In this setting, an absence of feeling permeates misapprehension. Ordinarily, an inquiry of the senses leads to an exploration that is not subsequently systematic without investigation or forethought.
It would be naive to consider that all the perspectives surrounding Jason Arday do not have us at the centre. It is also disingenuous to absolve ourselves in the case of a subterranean plot meeting the auspices of an archive made of ‘them’ and ‘us’. As the events of one man die, they are redivivus, parturient, to a visitation of themes that have as yet not settled.
Who among us is privileged enough not to appreciate that, in many ways, we are like Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist. We all would like a little more. A little more nourishment or money, status or safety. Air, time or subscribers. A little more of a dream, and certainly a lot more life.
It is a privilege to benefit from reading and writing. To be acquainted with writing (clearly) is to be able to transcribe transmission. Shoehorned while reading renders the world, and the universe, filigrees of data and information. Reading, heterogeneous as it is, also has the caveat that, in other words, of placing emotions in the saddle of heated debate or passion or displeasure, and, if corroborated with imagination and inclination, reading is coequally conjecture and possibly the similes of confederacy.
What does privilege mean. Privilege defines its previous usage with definition and avoidance, because of what privilege represented in the past: a private network. We are steered away from using privilege because we have either misunderstood or misplaced its meaning. In the old days, privilege was the attribute of the elite privileged class.
Contemporaneously, privilege could represent the addition of the best, the capable, and privilege could represent the titular lane of scholarship and opportunity. These days, privilege is shaped by predisposed mindsets. When reading or writing about privilege, do we surmise responsibility or advantage.
In the recorded histories of many institutions and locations, work, place, events and activities, British and worldwide, a first might be mentioned if not noticed. An investigation here leads to the first ‘black’ person to reach, or be admitted to, the translation of another context. To whom does this accolade attest.
The first ‘black’ person evidenced in a caucasian system, identified by name. The first ‘black’ person to reach or to be educated, at home and abroad. The first ‘black’ person to become a civil servant. Although not the first ‘black’ person to be enslaved or a servant for merchants, plantation owners and royalty.
The first ‘black’ person to receive a knighthood. It is an honour to be considered, to be titled as such, without the stigma or the summoning of a ’sellout’. But why would this privilege be at issue or a concern.
It is strikingly coincidental that, alongside the current news cycles and streams, an epic saga of revelation is unfolding in one of the most eponymous examples of identity correlation, an ectopic success story. Centring this debacle are harpoons of dialogue and theory surrounding Jason Arday, concerned netizens, an abundance of assessments, and diary entries pertaining to the cosmologies of punctuated equilibrium and everything: a bifurcation of adjuncts and associations.
Sociology, not far from the humanities faculty, is often seen as the fraternal sibling, a comparison of serious “artists” alongside arts therapy, belittled among a plethora of other supposed high-brow academic subjects. This isn’t indicative of a curriculum; a teacher does not belong to the class; they belong to the ability to teach. These hemispheres aren’t indicative of dichotomies found in a two-tier system, but rather represent the statuses of a double standard. Where else is a duality of purpose and percentage more evident than at a bank, where money is made and spent.
Where else can the entomology of meaning be more observed than in an interracial mix, the promotional material of two people holding hands. And where else could the convolutions of society, humane and humanities, unravel with a lull and a catapult, best described with the range of affiliated qualifications and sentiments faced with doors of perception.
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Without co-tonal considerations, a facet is only a window and a fraction of the whole, ie: the ‘Overton window’, also referred to as the ‘window of discourse’, changes places but never changes its view. ‘Wikipedia’.
How Jason Arday manoeuvred through the corridors of authority and opportunity provides and leaves some of us with quantum sums of hope and solace. Had Jason Arday survived this period of media attention and self-worth (it is certainly possible that), many of us, bearers of opportunity and dreams, the disappointed and doubters, could have something to learn. How. Why. Did Jason Arday choose his path. Was the path a given, played out, or put out before him.
With respect, suitable to endeavour and such speculations as a better world, or a better position, it stands to reason Jason Arday did not so much as run off with several qualifications, as be there to collect and exhibit. This by no means is supposed to detract from any of Jason Arday’s preceding experiences, nor is it an endorsement of sophist impeachments; as pointed out, many folks embellish, fib, or fudge their curriculum vitae. But what is at stake here: reputation, absolute truth or magnitude.
It appears that Jason Arday, with trepidation or gusto, answered a call and, in so doing, created one. In the province of pro-activism, Jason Arday represented an ethical disjuncture between the track record of validity, credentials and academic integrity, a torchbearer and misalignment.
At the median point, Jason Arday portrayed the genius that an audience, barometers around a crucible of ideals, wanted and needed to raise or berate. Jason Arday’s story, with the hallmarks of an epic moral tale, is the narrative of a troubadour’s unravelling. Jason Arday tailored his demeanour with a ratification of mind-bending attainments. Are the following consequences brought about by the very institutions that facilitated his ‘trailblazing’ story. Is the loss of power a change of circumstances or a rearrangement of iconography and facts. And either way, the Sociology of Education refers to all of us, to those at liberty or those mentally challenged, to those caught in the mechanisms of institutions and emblems, and to those to whom fairness of process seems a reasonable request.
A sign or a symbol. What are our hitherto adumbrations. I don’t believe I am trying to justify the past’s gentrification with the plot of a subterfuge, so much as the daily actions of society and production, a companion of sociable traits and idioms. The catch-22 CV/application between ‘qualified’ experience and ability. Fake it until you make it, and not least the bluff that teaches as we learn.
Sometimes the very stories, interviews, and articles displayed and on show demonstrate the Freudian slip or the Jungian analogy, always by accident, in hindsight, or in the afterglow of intellectual reasoning or rationalisation. Evidently, given all the media rumination, we have woefully judged and dammed with the chirality of the absurd and the achievable.
What did we expect from a circus or a parade, given the analysis of the historical environments that we, as citizens and individuals, share with our personal state and perspective. What can we expect from application to examination, from an inquisition or a social study: a change in research and development, or a manifesto of contingencies and conditions.
Why not ask for academics of excellence. Why not ask that street cred be the co-tonal qualities of social integration. Why not ask that academics be from all walks of life. A hundred years ago, ‘black’ athletes and entertainers struggled to gain and achieve positions of inclusion that are to be enchanted this very day as the most favourable ceiling or availability. There is no fight here for the many of us, subject to imposter syndrome or the feelings of being out of place, other than a contest against the projected psychologies of the detrimental proscriber.
At first, where did Jason Arday misstep, had he fabricated a mask. Have any of us not enlisted consociate reactions of our own. Was he, Jason Arday, not a ‘Martian Chronicle’, and by this, at issue and odds.
A common denominator before a system accountable to its own systemisation is accountable to its own processes.
Here and here, a conciliatory individual encountered a network of the same musings, a reverie of sleuths in the game for gain and ‘positive’ advancement. Many of us, with sympathy and disparagement, may try to speak on behalf of, or about the reasons and decisions that led Jason Arday to the unique position of being the exemplar of an extraordinary juxtaposition.
Jason Arday was always rowing against the tide; without due diligence and hesitancy, the tide propelled him with quickening pace towards absorption and isolation.
Are we complicit, and in our complicity are we not complicit in our own ways.
Unfortunately, Jason Arday’s escapades, embellishments, exaggerations, and fabulations are unequivocal additions to a case of ‘possible’ professional misconduct: one or the other, eminently the plagiarism of a charter’s script, solely the liability of one person, a congregation, or an infrastructure of appeals.
But how do your actions reflect on me, with the cadences to misrepresent (me), or any influences of prescription or hearsay. Are the clocks, to be seen, set back with edifices of redirection. Has intelligence succumbed to dubbing without facilitation and decolonisation.
Do you doubt me because, at the expense of another person’s actions, I am to be held accountable. And, fitting the same description, diversified or not, is such an outlook sustainable without a return to uncultivated fields of knowledge and advancement. Are we not accountable to each other and to the laws of nature and government.
If it is a question of Jason Arday flying too close to the sun, it is, correspondingly the narratives of new arrivals and the old skool practitioners meeting awkwardnesses as establishments and individuals restructured with influxes and updates. It is also the observation of a mirror breaking under the multifarious weight of professorial opinions, emotively expressed with candour and indentation.
It is no understatement to mention a legacy of historical values, if only because the burnish of a tarnished brush waved about with clinical inconsistencies and laminar flow, reforming a constitution of demarcations, configures the categories of a rainbow or segregation.
Jason Arday, in himself, may ultimately represent values irreconcilable with civil and social behaviour. He had family and friendship, and has selectively achieved both notoriety and exceptionalism in areas not brandished with disparity.
Still, without doubt, the debates and responses surrounding Jason Arday’s trajectory have been far from the salubrious decorum of investigative journalism. Leaning into the theatre of character assignment, journalists have contravened at least one, and several, of their principles: inspection and impartiality, emanations of exuberance or independent analysis.
Perhaps, with the agreement of surprise and bewilderment, we are united. We are all prone to reevaluate interpretations of data with attributions of interest and relativity when conflated with our own hopes and dreams. If a contravention of good practices is cross-checked with confirmation bias and a social order, other questions may be permitted or placed in doubt; or perhaps not, they are given leeway, or they are impeded.
Where we go from here is not a command; it is, and continues to be, an ideal. And until we return to the usual encounters of political and social intrigue, we are here: able to question character, able to consider aspects of this biography, and able to commemorate lessons learned, not exonerated of a cause or blame, but accountable with refrain with love and a sociology of education.
It is perhaps ambitious to elaborate on the curious case of a phenomenon as rare and unique, as phenomenal and very impressive, as observable or cloaked, as exceptional, or to be experienced, as phenomena surrounding us are incontrovertibly ubiquitous, unnoticed, and often taken for granted: a contradiction of terms, underwhelmingly surreal or fascinating, overwhelmingly abstract or obtuse. A phenomenon, moderate anomaly, aberrant, and/or hype, is not here if it is not your opinion.
The number and meaning of phenomena evolve and plateau. Unprecedented as a complete stop, never-ending phenomena continue to propagate existence, much like the passage of hours into seconds, months into days, decades into years. The summation of such scrutiny is perhaps incommutable in its detail, which is to say, everything is a phenomenon. Suffice to say, the countenance of a phenomenon does not a phenomenon make, just as sifting through various-sized stones using a perforated grate produces consistent results, phenomena are proportional to their extent.
When is a phenomenon a phenomenon. Is it a matter of fact, subjective analysis, or the protestation of a personal counsel. A phenomenon is a phenomenon when certified as such, when treated as such by anyone or a professional, when a parade of thoughts, or a matter of personal opinion. This is not to say that a phenomenon isn’t a talent or that it cannot be acquired, learned, or hired. What is a phenomenon: object, objective, alive, dead, autonomous, the account of existence, or the value of its reach.
Several roles rolled into one. Several perspectives, subdivided, are called upon as part of the retinue to advance to the next level of viable legitimacy; a phenomenon with the intimation of a mathematical proof; the threads and fabric of a pattern or its template; a jigsaw or discontinuity: some phenomenon must be contained to embody.
Though we may free the mind of its thoughts, free the body of its appendages, the head is a skull, and the skull is a repository. A flower in a field. A pearl in a mollusc’s shell.
The equivalence of the next level might also contain that certain something, which can be something else altogether close, as if on the tip of the tongue, often allusive, the edge of another league, the crosshatch of another elevation, the solitary not so solitary features of a revamped phenomenon, the de-merging of a programme, the updated self: a central processing unit.
A protest march takes place, carried out solely by accountants, not bankers or law enforcement. The march is very organised, efficient, orderly, and, of course, professional. The accountants disperse peacefully. There were enough accountants to garner the watchful eye of the police. And there were numerous bankers, upset that banking, disrupted by a minute, was disrupted for hours.
It is generally possible to assess (if unknowingly, oneself) the causes and effects of gravity (reason) on a body of evidence and environment. The state and the degree of gravity (purpose) can be observed through the application of natural or human forces.
What did the accountants march for. What did the accountants achieve.
An investigation is likely to have anomalous elements, is likely to emit particular patterns of behaviour, as align or cloak associations of possibility and non-specifics. Coordination of an investigation might require a multi-task list with preferences belonging to the point of study or indeed to the subtraction or inclusion of oneself.
Convergence surrounds us. Convergence is everywhere. Convergence leads one way, then another. As a convergence unites, a kaleidoscopic narrative might unfold.
A convergence might be as nondescript as a shop or be the shop of a nondescript convergence. The signage might be clear, camouflaged, or discreet.
The location of a business, and its merchandise might surprise, might otherwise surpass investigation. The stores proprietor might appear the associate of some other relevancy, passed over or under someone else. Like any visiting clients passing through the premises of a business, they do so under the premise of all kinds of other business.
Inquiry into the nature of anybody’s business, habit or interest is, as likely, to turn them towards a point of interest, as divert them towards the insignificance of any enquiry. A proprietor might be able to forewarn you. The sustainability of a business interest, is not so dissimilar to maintaining the buoyancy of a boat, to keep from going under one must stay afloat. One might have to let go of valuable weight as be inclined to hold on to nothing tangible.
Understanding the convergence of an investigation is not the same as recognising contiguity. Contiguity by no means less is sometimes least, if not the remains or the wisp of an impression.
Contiguity is a capable heuristic presence.
Contiguity is the state of bordering or being in contact with something …or someone.
Nations bound together by geographical contiguity, landscape, continental land mass, or group think. Contiguity in relation to psychology is the sequential occurrence or proximity of stimulus and response, causing association with thought and action. Quote unquote paraphrase, contiguity is necessary for all forms of learning.
At the roots of any conception might exist a labyrinth of arteriole understructures. Underlying factors that create and bring about the notions of corporal identity, history, everyday life, social and general media.
To digress, Primrose Banks has been followed and observed using various methods: paper and pen, the extension and contraction of elements functioning as telescopic lenses and recording implements. Sometimes confidential information has been derived through surreptitious means, hacking, subterfuge, and indeed espionage. Payments have been sent, pictures taken, dossiers compiled, documents transmitted and transferred, and payments received. A perfect displacement of sums of money cumulatively disappearing from one account as decreases and deductions, correlated as a negative value. These sums elsewhere appear accumulatively, positive, credit and increase, recorded in another account. Presumably legitimate earnings, earned in the line of duty, for trade and services proffered.
Accountants account for actions such as surveillance and observation, duration and curation, such as other, and t’other. Within the legal framework everything you can imagine should be noted or referenced.
What accountants gave to the relevant authorities is a set of ledgers that outline the cost of the aforementioned protest and the savings achieved as a result of no riot, damage, theft, or arbitration. Therefore, they (the accountants) caused no high cost to the state, local authorities, or insurance companies. Because everything costs, and if you’re accounting, everything is itemised as well.
In an ideal of zeitgeist and conflict, resolution could come about, with the likelihood of disputes enumerated.
And to return, not unconnected. What of reparations surrounding the issues and the phenomenons of the Transatlantic Slave Trade.
A phenomenon is what you make of it; a phenomenon is what it makes of you. Subject to conjecture or the chronicles of a file, many phenomena cannot be explained or extrapolated, with or without coincidence or concurrence. Some phenomena are doubtless delegations of significance and conveyance with the person at the centre, a bridge, and an intermediary.
Storytelling is often co-opted into the rendering of a phenomenon, diasporic with development; a phenomenon kaleidoscopic in nature is a kaleidoscopic narrative. The narrative of a phenomenon can be a phenomenon in and of itself. Exceptions to the rule apply; extra, ordinary, indifference, and anon, a phenomenon is perhaps self-applicable.
Phenomena are often the testimonials of individual prospects, a diary: the story, fictitious, clandestine, and, if anomalous, phenomena plausibly imbued with copious amounts of speculation fanning a phenomenon; are tidbits feeding a profile, the tale of a comet, the comet and its tail.
As the comet flies away, fading with its return, it is the star of another century.
We are often quick to question the production and display of the avant-garde. The minimal line is chic; it is magnified and appraised. The latest fad is adapted, redrafted, and sometimes is the monopoly of recreation, better than the original inspiration.
The artist is a provocateur, a recluse or a hermit; the artist is a performance artist. Do we give the same credence to the participation of the spectator, the customer, the curator, a collector or collator.
Have we given over to an interpretation without interpretation being the topic of an assessment. Do we query the art critic as the collative commentator. The weight and balance of a pen, gestural or strikethrough. Is the news reporter dissected as an observer or soothsayer, personal opinion abeyant, versed with the journalistic profession’s topical emendations, political or social correctness.
And then there is the absence of pre-connectedness, the sightseer. They are frequenters and clients. They are avid followers and novice monitors, patrons and purchasers, informed by all that is around, the insight of their appreciation is possibly studied, prehensile or guttural. Devisable virtues invested with contemporary gestations of evaluation. Worth and meaningfulness regurgitated, redeveloped, and indeed anew.
Toto caelo, a tribe, the boundary of its discoveries is a community and an establishment, commonly united by division and distinction. A tribe, like cities on a map, a capital and its classes, has its own divisions. Microcosms of the world, letterbox inferences, the address of an aperture open to receiving correspondence, not open to receiving anything else, quid pro quo, a quota or a medley.
Concessions orientate vernacular, homogenise perception en route to a bordered presentation, often itemised by genre. Without the criteria of a genre, entirely responsible for the composition of critical capability, style is either the coruscation of surface reflections or entangled by the flora and fauna of an island.
The examination of creativity.
The presentation of a sequence of events.
The display without category or rank places the process of deliberation under ulterior precedents of assessment and sentiment.
Identity politics is external; it is neutrally descriptive, if un-judged or prescribed, if previously encountered. Individual, presentation and display, if not the effect of interpretation, can be affected by its position, its imposition or magnanimously by juxtaposition.
Rigorously applied or given the figurehead of a spokesperson, these precedents of social framework can colloquially become known or assumed to be a collective conscience, becoming a school of thought. Is this where freedom of speech exercises tooth and nail, with the file and smooth over the indomitable, or where liberally the glazed of undetected statements are at rest or in the shadows awaiting the call to associable appeals. Individual aesthetics ventriloquised by the introspection of the general ubiquitous handed over to providence.
These avenues could represent a formalised version of proverbial annexation, fashion iconography, the inclusion of a club mentality or the facets of a clique. Hence, a question is detained at the countercultural axis, not a question of walking in each other’s shoes, not a question raised from the podium. Instead, it is the meeting of travel and opinion, sheared with clauses, stimulating if not stipulating, the courses of conclusions, gratification or immediate demarcation. The acknowledgements of which, in either instance, are the comparisons of social principles, perhaps at the negation of material used, any form of ordinance, understanding and indeterminate historical shift displacements.
With a gentle thud, we have landed on the issues of commodity and purpose; both values share their hemispheres with the ability to exist side by side in the context of freight, but can otherwise be characteristically opposed to each other, even though they form joint categories of political and social, if not a historical, concern.
Freight is the equivalent of baggage; baggage is the code for allegiances.
At once, the peoples of the African diaspora, united by a hybrid location, are natively and complicatedly divided by conflicting opinions that indomitably influence and shape references to place and the contexts of identity.
This case is unique, it can undoubtably be identified, but it has been claimed, tagged and labelled since. The phenomenon is known to many of us. Has the case been lost, or located somewhere else. Has the case not ‘passed’ declaration, observation: a portmanteau, divided and halved. Is the case the proxy of its state, belonging to somebody, or is the case the value of a fee exchanged for a sum. Who packed the case at the borders of intervention, segregated by an on going crisis of holding on, primed or deactivated, by signs or a filter of wills.
Any diaspora is bound to its geopolitical views as the result of geographical displacement. However, what defines the African diaspora at a particular localisation is not its centre; it is not dichotomous languages; it is not region from region: it is comparison to and from peoples of the African diaspora, to the African continent, against the backdrop of other cultures. Of course, this does not apply to everybody of the African heritage, at least not in the replication of a format for all. It applies to you and I, as it applies to anyone else, by degrees.
An in-depth study of the underpinnings of such a ‘vantage point’ is not warranted as a means to advance and progress a global advocacy that places Africa at the centre of origin; this has already happened. Africa first, and last frontier..
The analysis of psychologies pertaining to the African and the diaspora demonstrates the intricacies of this observation, which, when spread out and applied to the ‘apparent’ achievements of other cultures and peoples alongside the African and the diaspora, represents a disparity established by which benchmarks.
One of the touted excavations refers to Africans’ achievements. In the general view, is there nothing to point to, other than a reconstruction, other than nostalgia and sentimentality, overlaid with the traditional and the natural, chief amongst these, the African stereotype.
What colour is Africa. Which colour is conjured. Which colour comes to mind. Which colours do you select. Is that colour black.
The aspects of a distinct cultural outlook are often not considered, i.e., ephemeral or material; rather, an empirical value of effectiveness and worth is prioritised.
Is the question. How or Why. Or is the question: do you know what I mean, or does this apply to you.
Can anybody observe the pivotal point: it isn’t our precognitions, or a seminal view, it is the singular notion of the expected meeting what it already believes.
We are not African because we come from Africa. We are not African because we are the diaspora. We are not African because we have been titled. We are African because we are Africa.
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