[NetBehaviour] Tech and art makes TART

[Simon Mclennan]

Oh I hear them call my name
"Down by the river
I left my computer"

Technology’s greatest gift
To the human race
Was the electric guitar

All else was pure folly

I hear them cheep
Beaks wider than their bodies
As the silicone chips
Are rammed down
Their hungry mouths

Art aint about no technology
That's a game
For funding and acceptance
All the merry augmented consciousness ideas
Spawned in applications
Are less than a single note
Played on a penny whistle

Drawing some cups
And things from your head
That make no sense
Might go a long way
To redressing the balance
That’s been lost

In time the seeds will blow
Over the vacant factories in 
Those Eastern countries
And over
Our bones
That is
After the sand has blown
It’s deserts across The Alps

Seeds stay inert for ages
Mitochondria probably gets into our cells
Running us like dogs through days
They were bacteria
We are like stars
They visited
Then stayed
We developed an odd form of conciousness
That plagues every last one of us
Now we hanker after shiny things
And get all repressed by the grown ups
Coz we are wild
Like the plague
When it ramps up the odds
Cramming pork scratchings
Into the blue ice tunnels of our bwrainzz

Mark once said
Lets do punk rock
(Then he went and done a Phd)

I’ll take you up on that buddy

Electric chords
And shouting slogans
At the passing shirts

PS - have fun at the conference

I thank you,

Simon