horsemouth goes for a walk / horsemouth goes to a gig/ the sun at night on lammas eve/ and a drink after

horsemouth went for a walk - he walked down through the forest (passed the pond and the back of dave and claudia's), crossed over to by the whip's cross ponds down and over to wanstead (passing by where clive lives) and back up to eagle ponds (and thence back through the forest).

red cover, common ragwort, meadow vetchling, may weed, rosebay willowherb.

as well as the reader's digest guide to plants and birds he took another book out with him horkheimer and adorno chatting shit in the forest - first they discuss work (how it has become the be all and end all), then (at the end) they discussed can history do it? can history deliver us to where we would want to go?

they are smart dudes - horsemouth is warming to horkheimer - he’s a little bit more practical than adorno. adorno describes writing theory as a message in a bottle, horkheimer replies that we work on theory to keep it in stock for when it will be useful.

in the afternoon horsemouth headed into town (well - shoreditch) to the sun at night in shoreditch church, to hear music and to meet up with max crow (and maybe john cunningman) and to then go for a beer. arriving just after 6pm, a kate bush-y, amos tori-y singer was singing and playing the (grand) piano (good voice, well played, not entirely horsemouth’s cup of tea), a poet recited st.toad by h.p.lovecroft (it has a cracked bell like st. mary woolnoth) and john barleycorn (robert burns version - horsemouth only really knows the john renbourn group version).



there was then a song in honour of the inspirer of the proceedings (now dead), vocal, piano, bass drum, the girl singing had a strong voice kind of like souixsie souix which worked well with the song (horsemouth was a little smitten). and then an improvisation on themes suggested by the audience - a guitar was added, a young guy got up and MCed (well done dude), the performance became self-conscious, it ended. (sorry people horsemouth missed your names but it was a good show)

there was a pause for tea then micalef (who had arrived a little later) recited a poem to piano accompaniment, this was great (a class act).

by this time max, horsemouth and john were assembled and saying goodbye to the congregation hastened to the masqued haunt for beer (horsemouth buying the first round). four pints of beer and much good conversation later horsemouth staggered off home (well to bus it up into h*****y). this morning he returned to the forest to feed the cat, tidy up and to take paracetamol. happy lammas day everyone.