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

I’m glowing from my mid-June sea-swim God is in his cubby hole storage space A place usually concealed by slatted chubb-lock doors, which today he has flung open wide like his man spread,  as he sits performing a one-person show for the couple standing before him for all eternity. You are invited to partake in a round. This much I gather from the spread of score cards, balls and anti-bac spray with a motley selection of diecast putters  leaning invitingly against a laminate top catering table. The putting green shimmers with holy portent. Its eighteen solar systems each undulating around their dead suns, sucking soft dimpled moons into a comforting abyss. Announcing their demise with an edifying clonk, a down the drain rattle of an ending. A pastel draped couple stand ready Moon scythes in hand before God, discussing something beyond my perception. In this vacuum of Summer I feel my chest fill with an infinite optimism inf...

Inspite of The Trolley bagsying kerfuffle The keeping up with the Jone's The "I was a playschool assistant before I retired" The "Do you think I am being reasonable?" The "you (the AA man) were quicker than calling an ambulance" The withered academic who never holds your gaze The England 2 India zero mob The coins dropped into a pint glass bar game antics The not on my manor-ness The bring your kids up to be respectful The professional looking hiker sandals I had a blissful time in a crinkled corner of Kent Thanks in no small part to The cycling along the front between the Ds THe smell of aniseed from the weeds The blurring early blackberries The pebble dash with the wind behind you The flag in the breeze atop The cottage castle (Queen mother's favourite) The flash of firm thigh above the knees The hour in the bay Behind a windbreak While the boys have a hack is there nothing I lack? The sight of Grandmas ghost having a p...