zbigniew herbert 'besieged city' week

monday: empty storehouses 
(the rat became the unit of currency)

monday and the start of zbigniew herbert besieged city week (which should run until sunday).

has herbert got anything to say to us - looks like a no, horsemouth doubts it, he looks incredulous ‘empty storehouses' - how could that happen? pffft.’ strangely (if horsemouth remembers correctly this line (slightly modified) featured in the david cronenburg’s film version of dan delilio’s cosmopolis - insane hedge fund billionaire type drives around a gridlocked manhattan in his insane limo, meeting and greeting and visiting the proctologist - a very 2008 type film. ok more tomorrow.

tuesday: the mayor murdered 
by unknown assailants

horsemouth took advantage of the unscheduled pause to buy a compilation of algernon blackwood’s ghost stories - one squid bookmarks. he found a copy of the torygraph on the way home - he failed to raid the bins and pick up some biscuit tins (ah well another time).

wednesday: negotiations for a ceasefire 
the enemy has imprisoned our messengers

horsemouth made progress with algernon blackwood’s the willows while on the bus - he will return to it today. today he works a very little - and then he’s free (it’s effectively his day off). algernon blackwood writes the introduction to a compilation of his stories - but he is not the same man who wrote them (he tells us) not even at the cellular level.

thursday: after a stormy meeting 
a majority of voices rejected the motion of the spice merchants for unconditional surrender

the week told through the lines of zbigniew herbert’s poem report from the besieged city continues.

friday: the beginning of the plague

all in all things flow on smoothly and horsemouth pronounces himself reasonably happy.

saturday: our invincible defender N.N. committed suicide

it’s a grey and slightly chilly morning (but hey... it is october).

horsemouth and sten have had coffee and discussed the state of brexit.

the road to brexit considered as a downhill motor race

‘arlene foster fired the starting pistol. theresa may got off to a bad start. the wound was not in itself so severe, but her team scented blood and could no longer control themselves...’.

zbigniew herbert week continues (it will conclude sunday with sunday: no more water). 

horsemouth has finished reading algernon blackwood’s the willows (strange things happen on the danube/ the donau in fact). he has many other books he should be getting on with.

yesterday horsemouth walked in the region of 15 kilometers (and then he cracked and got the tube back). horsemouth’s home town (one of the seaside towns) is descending into gridlock - a gridlock which, to be fair, it is always on the verge of (having a triangle). in the next town over there is gridlock too (the shortage triangle).

next week south east at the start, the center for the center, out west to end. strangely other roads are near empty.

sunday: no more water