(for the city that devours its own) In the court of the one-eyed king, the scribes bend their spines like wilted reeds, etching lies in the wind. Who will count the stolen moons? Who will measure the grain of the enpoored spilled beneath gold-tipped boots? The horn is cracked, the drum chokes on silence, and the river no longer…
They stand at the grave, these men with fat stomachs, these men who once spat on his name, now singing praises with trembling lips! They beat the drums—boom, boom, boom— calling him the great one, the one who walked with the ancestors, the one who never stumbled! Oh, my people! Where was this greatness when he walked barefoot in…
Capturing the raw energy of movement and culture. The dancers, covered in striking colors, embody the fusion of tradition and modernity, celebrating life through rhythm, vibrance, and an explosion of hues.
What happens when you challenge the establishment?…
The Great Delusion invites you into a…
(A Lament in the Tongue of Empire)…
(A Poetic Declaration of the Institute of…
