‘joyfully I accept this strange book...’ (on agricultural workers, long-bearded arians, beer froth...and much else...)

‘and why not get drunk sometimes, since life has turned out the way it has: there are moments when knowing something terrible and tragic comes quite close and a keen wind blows through the soul; and others when ‘life is so light, so very light’’ - kuzmin

blok has been playing away (bad lad). but his actress girlfriend is too smart for him (‘joyfully I accept this strange book...’) and will not be caught. meanwhile he has crashed and burned his relationship with his wife (but at least he’s stopped her running off with bely). bely, ah bely, he’s finally managed to fall out properly with bely.

blok on bely - ‘I understand nothing about you and never will, and nor will anyone else.’

bely to blok - ’In view of the ‘complexity’ of our relations I liquidate that complexity be breaking off relations with you (except for chance meetings, greetings in the street etc.). Don’t answer. All the best...’

today horsemouth swears he will finish off reading the aleksandr blok biography. (he’s just done it - it finishes off with the kuzmin quote. he’s sad it is over and willingly read volume 2 right now). he will swerve reading the bluffers guide to blok he has (gerald pirog) and probably go straight to the holiday reading (freya stark or the like).

horsemouth has wasted time (and valuable sun) writing some inconsequential paragraphs on yet a.n.other ‘liberal’ thinker beset by ‘political correctness’ and ‘marxist censorship’. having read it for one horsemouth only wishes to high heaven that the marxists were sufficiently in power to censor things. fuck people don’t half write some terrible prose (and there’s no saving people from the stupidity of their followers). he could have stocked up on the george eliot (felix holt: radical - 70p for example) but it is heavy fare and he really should institute a ‘one-in-one-out’ policy round here.