you could say these things (not enough time to speak, or too much to say)

horsemouth is up. he's wearing a jumper. he has finished his coffee (boo-hoo). grey day outside. 

he enjoyed this ron geesin/ roger waters album. ron geesin did the choir and brass band bits on atom heart mother and lots of tape collage works for pink floyd. this was the soundtrack for a film.  they worked on their songs separately (after the movie roger waters redid his tracks for the soundtrack). waters tracks include an early outing for the lyrics to breathe but again you can still hear his debt to syd barrett in the song writing, his voice isn't his own yet.  

back on facebook there was classic album sundays with raj choudhuri and kae tempest talking about roots manuva's uk hip-hop album brand new second hand. now horsemouth has seen ka(t)e tempest live twice (once at a gig the gertrudes played at with a band, another appearing with an all-woman new york peurto rican hip-hop crew at a thing of adam's). she was good both times. now horsemouth doesn't know how it stands up as poetry but as an MC or rapper she can definitely do it. there was a thing at glastonbury that horsemouth thought was one of the most amazing things he's ever seen (he watched it on telly).

there's always a tendency to view people as having sprung fully formed from their own foreheads as a moment of self-creation. this is her repaying debts to the UK hip-hop scene (when people started rapping in recognisably english accents and rapping about their actual existence) and it's a roll call of uk MCs of that time (a lot of whom ended up on big dada records) ty (RIP), jhest, skinnyman, chester P, skeme...   

'the legacy of this album on my own lyrics, suddenly I was like, fuck, this has been huge for me.... this is how I learnt. this is where I learnt. that you could say these things... you could talk about politics... you could bear witness...'  

fluxtherapy day five

'this is a long session and starts early in the afternoon...'

the phone calls keep interrupting. a film club. a birthday box. 

'I don't want to think about anything happening to him, yet he might be seriously ill, he says he isn't afraid to die and I readily believe it. in spite of my caution , our relationship is romantic... we are reacting to one another, there seems to be not enough time to speak, or too much to say.

... the rest of the night I'm busy organising notes taken during the immobilization sessions. I'm suddenly turned on by work after months of desultory scratching and thinking. I work continuously for two hours and come down to the kitchen at 11pm for tea. george is there, euphoric from the morphine. we begin a conversation about films...

we sit at the table: conversation fails. he throws his hands up in a gesture of part despair, part submission.''