confessions of the r(ev)eal

so horsemouth is back reading beneath the visiting moon by david grubb - he had it lent out until just recently in a fit of prosyletising. horsemouth doesn't do poetry much - he should do, he admires its concision, but he doesn't - he needs the stealth and seeming directness of prose. it is subtitled an english childhood but for horsemouth his time as a psychiatric nurse or indeed meeting the actor who is supposed to play him in the film of his life (horsemouth can't find any other reference to this film anywhere) or his proposal for 'memory photographs' in prose (and the blank pages he leaves for you to do this) are just as interesting.

one hundredth post

horsemouth's morning routine involves getting up, opening the curtains, turning on the computer, putting the coffee on, brushing his teeth (and perhaps getting dressed - depending on the weather)... and then he checks facebook (he may check his email or he may listen to the 5.30 news on iplayer either before or after doing this depending on his level of inspiration). it is there (or rather here) that he diarises whatever he did or thought about in the previous day or dreamed the previous night. he finds this form of digital confession very useful - similarly the ability to show people what he's been listening to, to invite them to listen to it too. but there is a sense in which it grants the control that prose gives to his actions - he can chose when and where to tell people these things, and they are not obliged to respond by social convention, they can elect to respond.

there's a problem with doing this in the morning in that this is often the sunniest part of the day (and horsemouth likes the sun).

of course in the old days one would have just gone round someone elses house for a cup of tea and chat - he does that a bit these days (friends on the block and that) - but it's a bit more like last of the summer wine than the likely lads. another outbreak of the bookgroup would be good.

horsemouth should get on with writing his gert ledig tribute - live from the social housing trenches of east london, he should do some more work on his singing and playing, and then of course (sigh) there are more books to be read. soon horsemouth is back at work - he's already taking boookings.