Saturday, 11 February 2017

horsemouth - the rise of the shitgibbon



horsemouth is hiding up out up in the forest - thanks dave and claudia. the snow falls (maybe even on the cedars) - no really. it may even stick.

in shitgibbon we have the most significant new coinage in our shared language in years - quite why horsemouth is unsure - maybe an interest in the shit flinging behaviour of other higher primates is indicating of an evolutionist perspective. ‘we all got duck (when the shit hits the fan)’ sang the circle jerks (and now it’s being flung by shitgibbons).




horsemouth went to see l’ocelle mare play in a converted giant metal water tank in south london (jesus the cold nearly killed him). l’ocelle mare works an interesting area between flamenco footwork and timings (3s against 2s), improv, tap dancing and the one man band routine - horsemouth was really impressed. kelly jane-jones  and naama schendar also played - nice and ritualistic.

next week is very busy - horsemouth still has a shocking cough, he still sounds like he’s at deaths door. tonight he’s babysitting. sunday he’s making music (very probably).

horsemouth would like to end with an impromptu poem (inspired by dave social control);

horsemouth - rise of the shitgibbon

there's just not enough songs about
spontaneous human combustion
and where's his 'the end is nigh' coffee mug?
we write to escape our prisons but then there's
the inhibiting effect of external reward
(which is probably why they're reducing the amount of
external reward to which we will be exposed).

horsemouth has been writing recipes for
the cookshops of the future -
he knows he shouldn’t
(but the money they were offering
was just too good).
he was also applying for work on the new
frictionless seamless border
between the north
and the republic of ireland
(it sounds like a doddle).

so if all MPs
are the MPs of the people already there -
tell me again -
where does the political will come from
to build more housing?
leaving us
reading thoreau by firelight
('you'll ruin your eyes')

the end is nigh (no really)
and
(you know this already)
it will be a relief...

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