'essayists must be loveable (it's part of their role)'

hannah arendt finds in labour loneliness (but doesn't stop to explain why) - horsemouth finds it in consumption.

 'the proper medium for the split man is the journal intime' says cyril connolly (and not the novel). he continues to follow the product lifecycle of the novel and begins to ask the question of how would-be novelists can make a living without killing their art. horsemouth, as you may have noticed, takes his advice. the title of this blog is modified from a cyril connolly saying (but formatted and punctuated a la horsemouth), but connolly also notes their over-reliance on the worn out elements of language barely better than cliches, note the as you may have noticed in the previous sentence, does it not seem a bit, well, weak, to you. is not horsemouth's overall style a bit familiar.

 the angel of death has been abroad at beachside donkey rides - good donkeys have been taken away up to donkey heaven (there to burn ther saddles and frolic in green pastures) - arguably this will weaken the service (but horsemouth won't be worrrying about this until next year or september as it is more locally known). friday horsemouth went to the leaving do - there are other cuts at the seaside - he was hungover most of saturday - he didn't feel right until the evening when he went to see les ambassadeurs internationaux play.

essentially this was a salif keita gig (with a few of his old bandmates from les ambassadeurs) - notably they played je t'aime and primpin (and maybe ignadijge) from salif's later solo albums - but they also played mandjou the great african prog-rock organ led classic (and ended up with amadou horsemouth thinks), the two keyboardists also got to sing songs. salif (bowler hat on head) paced himself well, breaking into a little charlie chaplin dance here and there, horsemouth will have to find out the name of the blind guitarist (amadou bagayoko) - there was ousmane kouyate too, both played some excellently rambunctious unsmoothed solos (though, to be fair, there was also some jazzy noodling).

 horsemouth and john then walked back to bethnal green cutting across the babylon that is brick lane (though it has moments of prettiness too) - an impatient horsemouth got on the wrong tube and had to do some shilly-shallying back and fore to avoid wandering round epping forest without a map. today he has a day off (and will probably not be fullfilling any social obligations), tomorrow he has to be persuasive, tuesday he babysits his brother's children, the week after he has a gig. this morning is pleasantly grey and cool.