CosmiKnot

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 ...

Stay the right side of the fence Do not walk on the grass These two simple rules Will help you On your request for sanity I'm surrey Obviously I meant happity Dumped I? Get me. the word is Normality (be resumes in church service)

We could evolve. This would need to be spontaneous And simultaneous of course. We all need to jump off the edge of the world. All at once We could instantly forgive Then turn to each other in our transfigured state laughing as we glance at our glowing attire. Laughing as we shake Our heads in dis-belief Gently breathing a sigh Of Collective relief Disbelieving the idea of civility We had held so tightly For so long To our chests Then slowly we could return Back to our homes And begin the process Of clearing up. We could evolve.

The Dog and Bacon The green to whence I ran away (Rang home from the vanished red call box) Landing there again with A&R again today I saw the circular path that I had taken Just as I was crossing the road to the shop Looked up and there I saw The freshly painted sign Depicting in lush strokes the dog and bacon Butcher gaily wielding cleaver Dog with ham joint in its maw Me striding towards the coop To buy more butchers streaky bacon Boys remain on the green All long grass and butter cups Looking after Betty chocolate lab pup Borrowed from friends for the weekend And now she’s ours to pretend The moment never sours never ends The circular path that I have taken Back outside the dark and beacon Co-Op was once a Vivo next to an offi Now they’ve knocked it through Text alert - Don’t forget coffee It was here aged six I asked Lesley With long straight dark brown hair To marry me – wait for me She was a shop girl but now I’m ...

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...

Bundled boys into the car Avoiding eye contact with neighbour cleaning car He most likely heard my shouts No dialogue just a stiff wave Head bowed shammy in motion Drive into centre towards old town Where are we going dad? Park between two transits On historic street leading to parish church Lucky to find a space on Sunday Youngest tells me I look like a tourist Large digital slr round neck Walk past the exiting churchgoers Daffodils swaying on the graves A delicious contrast in the sun Balloons tied to a gatepost Now starting to shrivel a little Youngest son darts away from the flag stone path Down to the stream Oh no exclaims eldest boy We stoop to pull him out Thick mud up to his thighs Forced to beat a retreat I drive home at speed Youngest tells mother I hate him I return to the historic street alone This time parking with ease Church has emptied out The bell strikes eleven as I round the Norman bell tower Daffodils sway...

The university lecturer adjusted his seat and turned towards the student who remained surprisingly engaged, “Now I am going to try and explain in as clear a terms as possible what I believe is troubling the western world. One sentence in and already a number of finger posts have sprung up like magic seedlings at the reverberations of my mumbling. Troubling? Western? World? Do I mean what is troubling me? Not exactly because I can behave as I chose. So then what do I mean? This dis-equilibrium, which manifests as a perpetual state of having to correct our coordinates. You may have read enough of Guy de Bord to think, “Hold on that is exactly where we are at”. I mean “exactly”. His thesis was that the spectacle replaces the first hand experience. The trouble here is that some people are fast to call this post modernism according to Baudrillard. (Thus turning it into a symbol. This is what the quest for knowledge and truth does.) So the over emphasis upon the visual is one asp...

The Art Raffle is almost upon us and I wanted to record all the items available as prizes. I should also mention that a fantastic tombola has been made for the event by Iain McCallum's friend Mark David Gray. It is a thing of beauty and will, no doubt, spur us on to instigate more and more Art raffles for Kids Co. So if you come to Paper Dress this Saturday you will see two bands - Simon Love and The Olde Romantics PLUS Mikey Georgeson and the Civilised Scene - all free! the Raffle (tickets probably about £3-5) contains the following Art Works : Action Painting Action Man – Elemental Epiphany 2014 Acrylic on Canvas Melissa Alley – Empress – Body Colour on Paper 2014 Eddie Argos  - Annotated book of Lyrics 2014 Jackie Clark – Drawing untitled 2014 Sarah Doyle – Biopic Marilyn Triptych – body colour on paper 2014 Emma Edmondson – I Never Promised You A Rose Garden – Mixed Media Tinsel Edwards – Big Fish Eats Little Fish – Signed Print 2014 Mikey...

I was looking for the route to my son's football match at the weekend. it's on the way to Brighton as it turns out and I'm hoping that the soil will be well drained as they haven't had a match since Christmas. The other team South Downs Athletic or something play at Hurstpier Point and I wanted to make sure I would find the right turning so I clicked street view on google maps. Low and behold the turning was actually a motorway bridge. A motorway bridge! yes and you could walk over it in cyberspace. Think of all the bridges you've passed under speeding on your way to something important. Now you can go back and investigate what you missed. This gif animation I made as a result of my rising sense of digital wonder has the satisfying element of time passing during an experience that is clearly outside of time's classification zones. There is also the giddy sense that the digital world, which is an extension of the fixed point perspective of the Renaissance and th...

I have a long standing love of the Hayward Gallery which to my mind stands on the cusp of the art establishment (despite showing much of the Art's Council collection) on a windswept crag called the Southbank. It's a good size for a satisfying show and Martin Creed has made a really good fist of this task. I informed a colleague where I was going and we both chuckled at the idea that one reviewer found "Joy" within the exhibition. I mean martin Creed is not a joyful artist is he? Wrong. The show has the effect of instantaneously imparting the knowledge that Martin Creed has been joyous all along. His familiar themes are there - the minimalist repetition and the cod-systematic distillation but Creed has adeptly placed them in an edifying context. Sol le Wit was never this charming I thought as I watched a beautiful oriental woman take a crap on a pristine white floor whilst a gallery attendant gently tickled the ivories in a resolutely ascending and descending scale. In...

A Pair of Laces In the end it was easy Do you sell laces? Trying not to wince Fully expecting the negative response Having already given the premises an inspection. But no sooner had the words sounded Then there they were On top of the glass counter Inside a shallow box Once used to store cognac miniatures Between the gum and the flapjacks An assortment of various Widths, lengths, textures and colours The expression of the girl at the till Seemed to tell me she found my enthusiasm ironic somewhat unbelievable It’s been a bit of a quest I explained beaming Finding a pair of laces Yes I can tie them But I’ve been trying to find a new pair. My shoes have lasted well The soles welded tight As I walked unlaced Head bowed examining the feet of strangers For signs of renewal There just isn’t the call for it I surmised There’s no business in laces No local shop seem prepared to take a stance To provide a service Was I seeking l...