in the library sat opposite a dude in an 'I didn't go to work today...' t-shirt

today is hot and sunny (horsemouth is hiding - for a little while - in the library). yesterday was himmel fahrt - the day german men head to the mountains with trolley-loads of beer. horsemouth forgot to mention it.

this is as good a way to celebrate ascension day as horsemouth can think of - other than playing ascension very loud - he played ornette coleman’s free jazz instead (like really, really really free).

instead horsemouth and sten watched a richard curtiss film about time travel and the middle classes (horsemouth and sten are children of this particular institution) and had a bottle of beer each.

time travel (like film) gives you time again (and as such it is haunted by the ghosts of what might have been). this works well because many people are haunted by the ghosts of what might have been too - the job of richard’s film was to reconcile people to this (or at least to propose a way of doing this). the tension is between the singing of the sirens of memory and the possibilities of the present moment (faced with the disruptive possibilities of the present moment many people take refuge in the siren’s (sweetly) singing).

richard has his central character relive life each day (but a little better than he did first time around) - so far so groundhog day. at the heart of this all for richard (of course - in these modern times) is the family.


next there was a film staring orlando bloom as a 20th century humanist born early enough to participate in the crusades - not even liam neeson as his dad could save him (and the presence of jeremy irons in full mission mode didn’t help either). then something strange started to happen - life became itchy and uncomfortable - the dishwasher wasn’t working properly, a bill hadn’t been paid, the room was a little untidy (ok very untidy).

this morning horsemouth and sten discussed the musicians they had known - and measured their potential against their achievement. people prefer the story that they won through with their superior talent (rather than the one where they just got lucky and then knuckled down and just got on with the work).

subsequently (this morning) horsemouth has felt a little siren struck but as he converts it into writing it seems to be clearing. he goes this evening to hide out in the forest and fiddle about on the internet - there is an allotment too (joy of joys).

as usual, when work ends, horsemouth gets a little anxious, then when work begins again, he gets a little grumpy.