‘I pass over to bring them unto light’

horsemouth is hiding out at his parents in the green. well in the grey actually, though when the sun gets round to shining all the primroses are beautiful.

in the emerald forest (in some ways a mirror image of deliverance) john boorman has a plan to record dialogue both in english and in an indian language tupi and play them both at the same time - boorman imagines it as a connection back to the time before the tower of babel fell (but in the end it comes to nothing - the subtitles work better with the screening audience). horsemouth finished off reading it on the train.

last night he began reading daniel hiller-roazen’s echolalias - on the forgetting of language, babies babble all the phonemes of the world and then promptly lose them to focus on the sounds in the language of their parents (they retain them only for onomatopoeias).

giving a chance for alice coltrane to have a song name worthy of public enemy, today is the anniversary of the battle of medigo (or armageddon as it is more commonly known).