CosmiKnot

The mobile phone can take photos.  We shape our tools and our tools shape us Really detailed instant photos.  We work out too and our tools shape up So posing for a selfie is a reflex mode.  We shape our truth and our truth shapes us Hugging a friend in an instant well drilled repose.  We shape our tools and our tools shape us. We live in a realm mapped by the snaps we take.  We shape our tools and the tools shape us But what if mobile phones had been really good at testing air pollution as a side product? We shape our tools and our tools shape us. Or were easily adapted to being phasers set to stun? We shape our tools and the tools shape us Or mind reading devises? Or instant Voice translators? Or peace negotiating ambassadors? Or lie detectors? Or instant truth deliverers? Or Ghost revealers? Or God messengers? Or parallel dimension portal openers? We shape our tools and our tools shape us. Instead we have lea...

So the debate goes like this We had the scaremongers about the industrial revolution But we got through that didn’t we!? So this hollowing out of the middle class Is nothing to worry about We’ll all still have things to do When the jobs of educators are digitally outsourced Drones can drone and clones can clone That’s how the argument goes Holy shitting fuck We are still stuck on the riff that we are complex machines Mechanisms – cause and effect The A grade students The quiet reasonably hard working ones Who are good at the secretarial skills Get bumped up the ladder Then we go Ooh oh noo look people are alienated and doing very bad things Better do a survey Better collate data Then process the data and carry on believing in the plan We’ll all still have things to do When life is a series of abstract decimalised codes The cynics can still find time to guffaw At believers in the inef...

You know I don't smoke anymore And I need something to fill the hole Take away my gnaw My gnawing doubts The ones that come on in bouts Put me back or there abouts There's that chap with the latest phone again I saw him on the platform this morning Back there in uncanny town Now he's on his way back home Same downcast look on his face Saying this phone isn't smart enough Won't give me enough love Oh now yeah it's true I'd tell you the same but you already knew What you wanted to know We're a couple of pals Asleep in the back The roof is down We're alright because We shape our tools And our tools shape us