CosmiKnot

Wir sind die Klasse We are the class Chalk slates at the ready Teacher likes the lessons fast Here’s just the guy for a penny We are the class Our desks are just what suits And with a cognitariat pass Our lives are all commutes We are the class One body all the same An emerging hegemonic past Answer present sir to your name            

Like fish we swim in water  Unlike fish we know its there  And sometimes we remember  That we used to breath in air    R U Knowstalgik for the stasi?  Longing for the Reich?  When they thought a thousand years  Would be drawn out in a trice   Comedy is now the window  Onto the feeling of a loss  And a humour me placebo  Has made Urizen cross    Remember when things were different  And difference was a thing Not just the vestige of a melody  That our hearts once longed to sing    So a joke or two will fill the gap  That moves between the motes  Of dust that dance above the thinking cap  Boom boom I’ll get my coat(s).    Comedy!!!

No colour is ever just a colour in isolation just as no noise is a noise until it's heard inside the head of the perceiver. And this dear reader is the start of our tale of Princess Rorschach who sits happily at the top of an enchanted tower on the outskirts of the city of Suomaf in the left region. She had many fine necklaces and would take great pleasure sitting at her dressing table, in front of the ornate mirror trying them on. Her hair was luxurious and silky and she also enjoyed styling it in different ways and setting her face in a way that seemed suitable for the style. Then she would flop back onto her sumptuous bed and pick the hand mirror whilst continuing to turn her head this way and that as she adjusted and shaped her hair a little more. She liked to pout her lips and gaze into her own eyes, sometimes imagining she was a visiting prince who had fallen in love with her. The prince strongly desired to ravish her and to leave her in a quivering heap but he always restrai