pluto in aquarius (rebel bass)

ok so horsemouth is beginning to come back round from his cough and cold (though he may have the actual symptoms for a long time). horsemouth has weak lungs it tends to take him a while to clear things.

horsemouth has been remarkably disease free since he stopped work. 

still. a change is as good as a rest (so they say). horsemouth is grateful towards his returning good health.  

a friend has suggested that we are moving (back as it happens) into pluto in aquarius. i.e. into twenty years of change. (pluto is the new). horsemouth's friend suggests that the same astrological phenomena can be observed at the time of the french revolution (and  wordwide in the period 1778 to 1798).  

but this is all very good  because the revolutionary forces can do with all the help they can get. 

why didn't this help come with the US election? because pluto fell back into capricorn. 

today horsemouth will be continuing to recover his forces. it's a beautiful if snowy day outside. 

so how is our patient today?

horsemouth must admit that good lord cough and cold's reputation as a vanquisher of foes is deserved.

nonetheless horsemouth pronounces himself beginning to be on the mend. 

outside if not technically snow then the very least sleet. 

he'll write more when he is feeling better.

ok later. 

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it is later. he's going to add his kafka quote from this day in 1915. 

'days passed in futility. power wasting away in waiting, and, in spite of all of this idleness, throbbing, gnawing pains in my head...

self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything...' 

 

a shocker of a cough and cold

 horsemouth is up in the wen from monday afternoon until friday morning. is anybody about? 

the weather looks like 

monday tuesday rain, 

wednesday, thursday sun

he's got a walk booked for tuesday morning and  wednesday afternoon, possibly food with howard thursday eve.

at the moment he has a shocker of a cough and cold and would rather just retreat to bed (but he needs to get away because he needs to get a holiday in).

tragedy! horsemouth has come down with a shocking cough and cold and so will not be making it up to the wen today.

he'll have to see if facebook will accept him posting this.

he has a meeting this evening on zoom 

horsemouth doesn't fancy it much

'the trees blazed with the diamonds of melting hoar frost. the wet village roads shone like silver below, and the market folk thronged past the vicarage and school. a railway engine shot up a bright white jet of steam over the bank from hay station, the oaks were still tawny green and glittering with diamond dews, hay church in a tender haze beyond the gleaming of the broad river reach and rapids above the steeple pool. how indescribable, that lovely variegated scene. a rook shot up out of the valley and towered above the silver mist into the bright blue sky over the golden oaks, rising against the dark blue mountains still patched and ribbed with snow.' - kilvert's diary, 17th november 1870. 

after this description of beautiful nature 'old sackville related his reminiscences of a badger-baiting at clifford court that he had been at when a young man.' 

it's not that kilvert is a great descriptive writer (he's not) but it is embedded in the web and weft of his life and sometimes he looks up or around him and sees it and tells you about it.

horsemouth types this around midday on saturday. 

he's waiting for the washing machine delivery. 

he's been out to brush some leaves off the drive - the ambulance had difficulty getting up the drive a few weeks ago because of the piles of slippery wet autumn leaves. he's expecting a phonecall sometime around half one (and then he's expecting to redirect the van from the village hall where the postcode marker is).  

he's been attempting to clear trip hazards out of the way in the kitchen (but nothing can disguise the fact that the old machine will have to be lifted out and the new one lifted in - and washing machines are fucking heavy).  horsemouth doesn't fancy it much. 

so it's done the old washing machine has been lifted out and the new one put in where the dishwasher used to be (the dishwasher is now out in the garage but horsemouth and his brother may move it back to where the washing machine used to be tomorrow. dishwashers are lighter than washing machines/ they'll see how they feel). 

horsemouth then celebrated (perhaps prematurely). he's having some zoom beers with howard. (there are photos). 

later horsemouth has eaten dinner and is contemplating sobering up. 

him and his mum watch shetland (an old series). 

out in the sea off california the oarfish are rising to celebrate trumps victory. 

an early christmas advert

'last night the waning moon shone bright and cold in the east and I had a horrible dream that I was married to mrs. danzey and living as a curate in gwythian. I woke up in a cold sweat...' - kilvert's diary, 16th november 1870. 

last night beaver's moon (in the farmer's almanac moon classification allegedly lifted from native american sources). the last of four consecutive super moons for the year. 

today (with about one hour's notice) the delivery of the washing machine. 

'the relation between what we see and what we know is never settled... the way we see things is affected by what we know or what we believe... every image embodies a way of seeing. even a photograph... our perception or appreciation of an image depends also upon our own way of seeing...'

thus is john berger's ways of seeing paraphrased in olivia laing's documentary. it's the end of the third lockdown, she gets the 55 bus into to go to the national gallery to see a giovanni di paolo.  her intro is reminiscent of la jetée the1962 french science fiction feature directed by chris marker. (horsemouth has berger and marker slightly confused in his head too). 

horsemouth has been touring back between the blog entries of his decembers and his januaries. he's been looking for inspiration to write the great summary of the year but before that there's the golden glow christmas carol with the three mixes by horsemouth and howard each released 6 days apart in december.  

the problem for horsemouth is how to collect and celebrate the other 3 mixes done by himself and howard in the other months of the year - normally he just reposts them on the day they were released (similar to his alice coltrane celebrations). 

horsemouth often enjoys reading his old blogs. sometimes he has an enthusiasm (a research project) and you can see it in the text. between enthusiasms  he is just drifting, 

'and, oh, a hundred thousand other things' (memorials of a quiet life)

 a day before blogpost (mostly)

kilvert is in clyro this day in 1870. 

'a snowy morning. it was very cold in the night. my watch stopped soon after one o'clock, and the country was covered with snow at daylight. the morning frosty and exquisitely clear and lovely with a brilliant blue sky meeting dazzling white slopes and the roads, hard, icy and dangerous travelling. letters from my father and mother enclosing a nice letter from augustus hare...'

augustus, a schoolfriend of kilvert's (and later a friend of somerset maugham), reminisces about school, about being taught about crema  and cremona, 'and, oh, a hundred thousand other things.' 

tomorrow kilvert will discover that augustus hare's adopted mother is dead. 

hare is the author of memorials of a quiet life, an autobiography in six volumes that features a number of encounters with ghosts, and a number of travel books. kilvert mentions  'a book in two vols. called 'walks in rome'.'

we are solidly in kilvert country until the 19th and on the 19th there's an entry from kafka from 1915. 

horsemouth has just turned off the world at one (moaning farmers, sexually harassed women prisoners, people being bombed in palestine).  he's sent in an email to the decarbonisation lot (hopefully they'll ignore it).

horsemouth is slightly sad. his friends are up in london (there's a photo) but he's out in the wilds. but before he'd seen the photo he was  happy - he'd been out bellringing and he was back from the pub. anyway he's up to town soon enough.  

bookpilled is clearing the decks for a 'read all the books you have bought' session by ranking all the books he has read so far this year - solid mentions for the strugatskys and d.g. compton. 

horsemouth in the wild

sounds like howard is starting off his mixcloud golden glow mix from this date in 2022 with the cocteau twins and then manaha do carnival. (good cover photo to this too! with lots of howard's drawings)

tomorrow horsemouth is back on the diary rota. 

phew. it's the day before and horsemouth has done his tasks for the day (excepting rolling the waste bin down the drive and feeding and locking up the chickens this evening). 

tasks make horsemouth grumpy (he never likes to be observed when he is doing them). ok he's going to nip outside now and feed and lock up the chickens (for their own protection you understand). there's a moon up in the sky but it is not yet full. (beaver's moon friday)

hmm. just saw marlowe chan-reeves in shetland (series 9 episode 2). well done dude. this follows on from seeing django chan-reeves in van der valk a few years ago. 

horsemouth watches very little tv with his mum now that the internet is available but he does find himself bored (and boring) at the moment. 

similarly he's not reading much. in theory he has victor serge's the conquered city and the diary of the reverend william poole on the go. the victor serge is great (the little horsemouth has read of it). 

in the morning he will go down to the bottom of the drive to get the bin (after he has fed and unleashed the chickens of course).  thursday night bell-ringing. saturday the new washing-machine is coming. sunday horsemouth's brother comes to visit. 

it's the morning. horsemouth hasn't been down to the bottom the drive to get the bin yet but he has fed and unleashed the chickens. 

he's been trying to catch up with his reading on the decarbonisation side of things. there's a mancom monday with a necessary vote by this point horsemouth will be back in the wen. he will be up in the wen until the friday (he'd like to go up earlier and stay longer but he thinks he may be needed back in the wilds).