CosmiKnot

A song created for Blakefest 2020 by David Devant and his Spirit Wife. Inspired directly by William Blake's vision of Albion:  Grass - green screen- green screen grass - analogue - virtual - virtual - actual - green green screen - grass - lawn - earth - pixel take everything and make it matter for expression and the virtual weaves with the actual in fiery visions. There’s something magical about grass as a green screen when one considers how William Blake found the virtual in the material. released for Blake's birthday on Corporate records

No one cares what you think.  Freudian analysis is the multi-storey  carpark of the human as mind.  We approach the child’s fort  where we hold the figures  ready for battle as if we know the truth.  I want to cry because I feel  there is no victory  because victory is failure  or rather submission.  Are you following this outline?  This sketch? Death  ah yes congratulations  you spotted it up ahead.  Here is the Kantian hearse  drawn by the feather-headed  black horses the glass glinting in the sun.  Here is the Lord of the flies  swallowing old ladies  who cannot shine his silver up to standard.  Here too is Plato spinning his way  back to his correct position.  Here is Zizek brum brumming his cars  down the ramps of a wooden multi-storey carpark  the  glossy  smell of the paint still lingering  years after his uncle built it for him.  I want to cry. Cry cry cry.  Or was it weep ? What’s the difference?

The garden light is blinking Its power from the sun diminished Hearing aid bleeps dying signal finish Through clouds the moon is sinking Alert the royal astronomer I've never heard of such a phenomenon The end of our world will have been and gone before I can pass this news on to her So she can arrest said titanic projectile before it plummets into the ocean And I'll freely declare my devotion taking care to address her in the correct style The moon dives through a gap in the clouds That seem to stand so perfectly still On the air hangs a will that is fetid and ill Wrapping the earth in its shroud

  I haven’t had hearing aids all my life I hear virtually and my brain interprets the sounds This sounds rather like one of those cassette players That you used to play with as a child The ones that turn all sound into a sharply defined clunk Even the air seems to have sounds on these recording devices I think because I chose to get hearing aids Rather than having them bestowed upon me My body enfolded the technology into my being Adapted to this hissing realm of warp and woof The wow and flutter are enfolded into my sensory order Make sure your equipment is working properly Is your turn table rotating evenly? Slow and fast quick quick slow "Rose and iris and carnation" all have their meaning in themselves.  This is why no matter how hard I try to say something  my meaning is best heard when I'm singing.  

  Someone suggests that Deleuze is a romantic and I think that this is because they are accessing his ideas through spatial thought. He is not a wanderer above a sea of fog he is perhaps a paraglider in the fog landing on a field he hasn’t yet identified. But even this is a useless analogy if we maintain the critical distance of the observer inside a human command module, processing the sense data and verifying it with reason. The romantics sensed that this was a limited mode of understanding but somehow maintain it by opposing it so whole heartedly. When I’m wandering on a landscape such as Kinder Scout I might sometimes consult my map to get my bearings and experience that strange thrill of connecting my reasoned position with my immersed experience of being within in the primordial rock forms. The snow on the west side of these amorphous protrusions defines their shape in a sculptural manner I think. This is the first path where public access was established I think. The right of wa