ah it is in the morning that horsemouth’s regrets come and line up round his bed. oh look - they’ve brought a picnic. looks as though they’re here to stay.
horsemouth plans to curate a series of unintentionally illuminating verbatim comments lifted from his surroundings (only minimally improved by the mule you understand) of which ' the problem just moves somewhere else' made in a discussion of photographs of shop fronts usually inhabited by bowery derelicts (but not for the purposes of the photograph) and now presumably gentrified is the first.
the poor are of course ‘a problem’ (as any fule no) and gentrification just means they, or singularly ‘the problem’ - just ‘moves somewhere else’. which is pretty much the meaning of gentrification as horsemouth understands it - it is however nice to see it as policy emerge glistening and fully formed from the head of liberal humanitarian complaint.
at least, thank fuck, no one is talking about ‘solving it’. (though doubtless photography would have a role to play here too).
on a photographer taking a photo of a vulture waiting for a baby to die
' there is an animal looking for human death for it to feed itself'
(misheard on the train) 'should the opportunity prevent itself'
(read in discussion on time) ' unfulfilled necessity'
(in a proposal for a new language) 'ten vowels which also serve as digits'
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