horsemouth (the sluggish) was slugging in bed in a slug-like fashion. if slugs could snore then horsemouth would have snored too, snored and snorted and then turned over and gone back to sleep.
horsemouth has been enjoying a ‘lie-in’ (kind of like a press conference but with better beds) but now he has to rise and get on with the day. he works. later he babysits. he’s not musically endeavoured for a while. thursday should be a short and compassionate day (then he has to see what else they’ve got for him next week).
horsemouth had a fahey evening last night - he retired to bed and read (architect adam caruso’s the feeling of things - architect puff pieces in a satisfyingly luxurious binding - as usual architect’s books are initially promising but ultimately disappointing as they become a list of complaints of excessive commerciality and lack of rigour against various competitors) ... and meanwhile fahey’s red cross disciple of christ today, summertime and various other of his late excursions filtered in.
‘tradition cannot be inherited and if you want it it must be obtained by great labour.’ - t.s.eliot
caruso shows us cedric price’s ducklands plan to heal the docks of hamburg by leaving the soil to nature and the ducks to aerate and reclaim, he shows us joseph beuys 7000 oak trees (for documenta 7) but then he shows us their own work in walsall in mdf and ducts, a pedestrianised square swept clean of history in stortorget. the book is beset by the idea that the well designed will be better for people and that it will have some mitigating or counter effect to the evils of capitalism - perhaps it does not.
caruso talks of ‘the last decade of economic growth: the vindication or the last hurrah of the market economy’ but then this is the decade up to 2008 - since then capitalism has fallen over once more, got back up and continued on its way (and is probably about to fall over again). its crises are signs of a vigorous endo-cannibalistic health, a shark-like feeding frenzy of undervalued and talked-down assets... and then it all begins again exactly the same.
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