‘sad to say I must be on me way’ (adieu to old england part two)

up until now horsemouth has mainly thought of escape as a means to increase what one has - eg. to move somewhere cheaper so as to be able to afford to buy a property and thus be free of rent that ‘imposition of vampires on virtuous sons of toil’ (to quote ambrose bierce). prior to the brexit vote it could even have constituted a merely defensive strategy (to defend the existing value of one’s savings or even one’s assets) - that is prior to the 10% and increasing devaluation that brexit has caused. now it increasingly seems to be the only way to defend the future value of one’s assets from further raids, devaluations, lootings by finance capital.

some friends of horsemouth are off to ireland (in the green), another is in portugal waiting for the dust to settle - another is debating what to do about the ‘is your child a refuge?’ letter received from a local school (well he does have a foreign surname this child of hackney) - for the rest there’s the vexed matter of a university education for your child (still free or cheap in vast swathes of the EU, but now a life’s worth of debt in the UK).

horsemouth was at a goodbye do up in the forest - dave and claudia played (jointly and separately), horsemouth played (jointly with graham on an extended trance blues number and with claudia and with claire). there was an attempt to get sally maclennan played in honour of friends who must be on their way (but horsemouth failed). on the other hand (you picked a fine time to leave me) lucille went well and horsemouth essayed a few lines from adieu to old england adieu. horsemouth was particularly taken by dave’s classical guitar version of gnossienne no.1. he thanks you all for your kind attention.

horsemouth is still struck by how enthusiastic those outside the seaside towns are for brexit (his parents for example) and how adamantly opposed to it those within the seaside towns are. but the sun shone all summer and now there will be a picturesque cold snowy winter -followed by a 2017 in which the bills are delivered and more show up in subsequent years.

 "all stories are stories of disintegration. or else they're of resurrections."

escape features in bela tarr’s damnation - set in some buttfuck ugly hungarian coal-town with a solitary nightclub. it features an excellently biblical damnation speech (horsemouth really must track it down). to end it all the central character fronts out a dog while down on all fours (er... in the rain).

'I’m not for a moment suggesting that the monkey is under siege by spivs’

such was a line in an email horsemouth saw recently (ok he has changd a few names to protect the guilty). to quote linus (or was it charlie brown) 'oh good grief' (again) - could we please be spared any more of this type of prose example number two - an 'absolute warren of interconnected small' innuendos.