return of the fluxromance

'on sunday we travel to NYC by bus... we go to jean and olga's at 537 broadway...'

the next day billie and george go out shopping with george dressed in drag.

'the shopkeepers we visit go along with our little drama,  good-naturedly calling us 'ladies'. most people on the street merely give us strange looks... a street vendor selling hosiery and hats calls to us as we pass 'hello. lovelies! I have the time of my life, prissily promenading in tawdry splendor with the exotic george...'

when they get home to massachussets they find a letter. billie had written to the psychiatrist at the queens medical centre who trained her in the immobilisation therapy, he sends a dismissive note in reply. 

this morning horsemouth dreamt he was providing foley sound and music for some kind of performance with howard. the sound making equipment was laid out on a board (little fans to make the wind sounds, little fountains to make the water sounds, various componenty electronic devices to make the music. it was in an upscale nightclub at some point horsemouth was asked if he could pack up, the others having gone home, horsemouth realised there was too much stuff to be carried.

he awakes with a slight headache. bottle of beer last night (a friday). 

he's reading disgrace by j.m.coetzee  which turns out not to be about philandering middle-aged college professors at all (that's just the set up) but at the moment (p.88) about animals. horsemouth remembers reading a book by coetzee about animals round at johnny and denise's, once upon a time horsemouth used phrases such as animal rights but of course the ethical position of animals (and of nature more broadly) is deeply complicated. 

horsemouth was listening to hidden rooms volume 3 last night. when he was into drum and bass he went to nightclubs. he only saw klute play live once he thinks. it's smart and beautiful and ugly all at the same time. horsemouth has found the original vocal on michel colombier's 1971 A&M  album 'wings' a tune called we could be flying  by lani hall.

'there's a feeling in spring...' we roll towards the winter solstice, soon it is the long climb back up towards the light.