'this immense wooing of the cosmos was enacted for the first time on a planetary scale, that is, in the spirit of technology.' - walter benjamin from the last paragraph of one way street.
we are into the bright quarter of the year - the 13 weeks of the longest days and strongest sun. outside it doesn't look too bad (horsemouth will probably go for a walk). faced by the continued blockage of historical time horsemouth returns to cyclical time to be re-energised. to cheer himself up friday night he went out to see magma with sean - a world in which a band that is essentially a cross between the carmina burana and return to forever can prosper for decades is a world that can afford hope (hell, behind horsemouth someone was loudly singing along). in a way it reminds horsemouth of ravel's chansons madécasses based on lyrics in a fake ethnic language by evariste-désiré de parny (1753–1814).
some have responded with anger and frustration to the election result (moving nicely down kübler-ross straße) but to horsemouth this is not necessary - we are exactly where we were before the election (except that people have realised the scale of the task). we cannot, in brecht's phrase, elect another people, but another people has been created by decades of tory and blairite rule. whenever horsemouth engaged in reformist means he was firmly told that they could not work and yet people seem to be taking the election to heart - but it cannot work as any kind of an assessment of what people want - they answered the question put to them - they were not asked do you want a better world? how do we get there? they were asked how do you want your capitalism/ austerity/ racism/ militarism? etc.
the road out of hell is a long one - the road to the bearable first circle of the virtuous pagans is long enough.
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