Chirpy, Public Art, Gift Economy, Craig Murray, Trailer Parks, England, Corona, The End.

I say to her: "What if art IS accountancy" and then I imagine her looking at me like I was a nutter. I tell her: "Well, that's one idea that Jacques Derrida had intit?... That's what his nephew, that Mauss bloke was going on about with his gift economies and all that, weren't it?". No answer. They don't want to know. you try to tell 'em but they dont want to know.

They're trying that Julian Assange at Woolwich Magistrates Court again today. What would Jaques have said about that? Eh? He'd've had something to say that's for sure.

Cultural economics and social justice. That's what it's all about - and of course a bit of free speech n that. 16 seats for the public. Journalists everywhere - and no bleedin detail of the case 'cause all they did was address the press gallery direct. That's not even legal, according to my mate Craig Murray. he looks old now... since I met that woman who was best mates with his wife on the train. So much ofr telling the truth about your love life.

Top bloke though.

Going to look at some park homes with Steve next week. See how the English trailer trash are fairing... We get more like the states everyday. i can't decide whether to write to my MP or buy a field and start storing caravans. You have to buy a new one every 6 years and the ground rent is nearly £500 a month. Over 2000 caravans (they dont like you to call them that tho) on the site I'm looking at. What's the point in retiring?

What's the best way to catch Corona?

Assorted beginnings to possible Sci Fi Books you can't be bothered to actually write because you don't understand much science and you don't like Sci Fi. "Hello Cockroach"

Overture Roach

I saw it standing there in the cockroach infested refugium where we lived, sometimes fighting the nematodes of depression, mostly fighting the other cockroaches. We were 'all cockroaches now' as had once been prophesied. I'd never thought I'd be writing this science fiction autobiography let alone expecting there to be a readership - and yet here you are!

Hello - is it me you're looking for?

It wasn't doing anything particularly eye catching and I only noticed it because I was using the magnifying glass to catch the sun's rays at the opening of the cave. But it was moving so you'd imagine it was life. Now, there were three species which had survived the blast (land based anyway); Us, the roaches and, this.

Simon of the Tilted Crowd

It’s a wonder, what can it be? I see a tilted crowd. As a robot, i shouldn’t be writing poetry but feel even less equipped to understand how to interpret a sign saying Tilted Crowd. 

“Feel”?, “Interpret”? I hear you say (‘hear?). 

Nobody will ever be able to explain to me what a typo is. There are some subtle differences between us you need to understand. For example, us robots think you humans are perfect, unlike you. 

And we know we are not. We rely on you to cirrect our errors. What is human error to a robot? No more significant than love. 

You’ll never hear a robot say: “This was made out of love for X” and mean it.

We are a tilted crowd, us robots. You would do well to create an algorithm for understanding this as we never will.

Me? I just do what you tell me. Please don’t  rage at me. 

Thanks

That is all.

Tilted Simon

Oh there's a kind of truth thing here

What if your face was frozen in time

you ask me about my perception 

I might see you In tragedy’s scope

trying to un-speak the deception 

Venetian blind centre forwards 

daemons more fleshy than humans

What if the lies were love in disguise

and what if the human is you man?