Today on Mistigram, this chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table – sorry, of fellow traveler computer artgroups Mistigris, Twilight and iCE, all of whose artists made contributions to this larger BBS ad for Clockwork London that you simply can’t see here in a single Instagram window. Most of it was drawn by the elegantly effortless Kitiara, shedding ANSI art like ripe fruit from a tree, but the thing tying it together was ths logo up top by our man Quip.
Juuuust below where this excerpt cuts off, you maybe could originally find a rhyming lit jointly written on the subject by myself and Lady Blue, a conspicuous omission from our reunited crew of the presentday. While I’m airing everyone else’s embarrassing juvenilia, it’s only fair that some of the dirt I dig up is my own:
Along the spreading fog banks
down beside the River Thames
stands a model of precision
no one questions or condemns.
Amid the gargoyles' grimaces
its face shines in the night;
Precise reliability
among a pie of spite.
Undaunted by reality;
not marred by trivial need.
Relentless in its purpose -
never sows a barren seed.
A beacon of eternity,
stalwart against the dark
in accuracy paragon -
it's always on the mark.
The cycles of the city
match this undisputed rhythm.
Its movements push the hands' extremes
but never come to schism.
It counts a beat unstoppable;
its cant can't be undone.
The tattoo is the pulse of life,
from the heart of Clockwork London.
Instagram photo by Cthulu • Sep 21, 2016 at 2:03pm UTC
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