classwar karaoke 0018
“there is a beach under this concrete” said the Wythenshawe Wizard as he drew shapes on the floor with his hazel staff.
The crowd gasped as the grey pavement cracked and they swooned in unison as the wizard charmed a serpentine cloud of golden sand from beneath the broken concrete.
A voice piped up from the rapt audience, a dissenter among the faithful.
“there’s a supermarket under that beach” and as soon as the words were uttered the Wizard’s spell was as broken as the concrete paving.
The voice, which emanated from a cheese and onion pasty that floated up from the thickness of the crowd continued to explain.
“it’s all about the shell, the crust and the pastry, the filling comes and goes, and the wizards and their likes, the ones who name themselves as wise, they are the crust, the semblance of meaning, but if you take a bite out of them they are empty inside”
The wizard raged and gathered a mob to dispel this heretical pasty, but it was too late, the beach blew away and another concrete pavement was revealed. The last words of the levitating cheese and onion pasty cursed the scenario.
“there is no filling, only the facade and it’s lure of redemption”
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Here is the Classwar Karaoke survey 0017, a treasury of underground art for the ears and eyes.
In the words of the CWK
“In garnering this, we eagerly swooned, enamoured … such beauty, and by friends to boot. Elsewhere, by some digress, the unnumbered things of faux-authority and [sic]-desire, hidden by assertion itself, are struck upon historicism’s bloodless screen. We fart towards them – incendiary. Their Is is all Pan, Pantheon, Pangea etc.; its haunted processions are timorous and aggressive in equal measure – a fraught hinterland of Unverständlichkeit, in a sea of … you know … Nid-nod Adorno & c., or Id Vicious, or a Quartertonal Prog Elvis, jape-clogging for Eno-Obscene-O. Nowhere do we, no friends of the island, see machines failing such general congress. Instead, we knock on its walls, wailing … one, two… 13 o clock, rock … 92 men-, women- and children-strong”
0017 Survey is dedicated to the memory of our friend Richard Lainhart, who died on 30th December 2011
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