CosmiKnot

Buttering toast is Something we do a lot And yet each time there are decisions Leave the toast to cool? And the butter sits atop All buttery and unctuous  But visibly guilt prompting Butter it hot And whilst succulent and invisible May go soggy And then there’s the jam What does it say about a man? Who spreads jam with the butter knife? A man out of control Butter in the jam Jam in the butter And then there’s the butter straight from the fridge That should never be a problem Not if you use the butter dish But we shape our tools And have to invent spreadable butter Every single time I butter toast I remember the time My sister announced the innovative method Her stubble faced boy friend had For cleaning the butter knife He would stab it into the edge And slide the knife inside This is similar to opening the post If you use a letter knife The knife ventures into an unknown world inside the bread The family murmur en masse...

"Supernatural stories can help us understand reality." What I find interesting about this statement ( New Statesman ) is that reality is made up of all kinds of ways of being which coalesce into perceptual experience. By which I mean supernatural stories are part of the fabric of reality. Will this age of reason be remembered as the time when we were caught in the mechanical jaws of Newton’s Universe? (According to Chomsky the way we think about language, the very mutation from which we derive self-reflective consciousness, is pre-Newtonian.) I’m not blaming Newton – remember he was only able to make the breakthrough to understanding gravity because of his belief in invisible forces. He didn’t intend for the next five hundred years to be shaped by the idea of gravity as down to earth reason. Before Newton people believed things moved to their proper place but Newton worked out that there was in fact an invisible force pulling them there. This idea of gravity as ...

Stay here a while Don't just get up and go Be with me here In the soft morning light Listen with me now Hold onto this moment A moment or two longer That's it you're doing great Its easy once you hang BE not afraid I'm not going to bite your arm off My toilet door is always open Now see what you made me do Staying here with you Settle back down And let you thoughts drift past On the bank to the east you're a natural oarsman I've got the rudder Being cartel not to oversteer Private land no mooring. Sign it says We'll disembark here then If that's alright you with Certainly 'll tie it up carefully Seaman might like to use as day bed the boat Good daylight sleep tight Wake me up when I'm pinching Sweet dreams my Prince Peace don't you want to kiss Kismet Hardy Don you feel paralysed I'm not sure I could spell it even. Smell that again I could hardly see what you were saying ...

Cissbury Rings Personal best Physical test Mick the Fridge Crossed the bridge Antiques Assurance Flog it Pointless perfect general knowledge Bingo lotto national prose drawer Charity millions PUSH YOURSELF Round the rugged rocks Family fortune reruns Record time Pushed to the limit Treatment works Stinks to high heaven So that’s all clear then Classifieds Classified Stasis ossified Fall from grace Eve suggested Adam Plant the pips Civilised Scene Know what I mean? Classified pools check Makes the world navigable You Infantile you Bitesized chunking Pointed bullets Bounderied us Down down deeper Status quoted you Trundled on unseen Tongue hits the floor Language falls from grace Meaning is divine Word is in decline I jacked off It’s all down hill from here Jerry Halliwell Springer Maguire A is for Apple pie B is for Bluebeards castle T is for the tip of my tongue Inserted in your ears hole ...

So again and again I circle Like a broken  retired circus lion Around the issue The issue Life is not like a game of monopoly I used to think That’s absurd So I can’t be bothered with that Then a quarter of a century on I realise that yes it is A board game We need the fence to define the freedom beyond the paddock This is mine Pink blue brown navy Old boot steam iron candlestick Time and space came into existence Together atlasted On the bus timetable of propagated wisdom Sounds clever when you know how I felt certain   I was sure Linguistic language Part of the problem was You’ve been paradoxed Up I get at half past six Catch myself in a mirror Park at the station Buy a ticket From the ticket machine Or the one concierge Who will write you one Saves getting the change All the others obey the letter I’ve been tempted to alter The handwritten ticket There lies the vapour But she is leaving us T...