horsemouth was thinking about styles in radical publishing yesterday (when his eye came to rest upon his copy of agamben's homo sacer). for some strange reason he suddenly remembered reading a thousand plateaus while on holiday in a tent. he remembered the illustration of the goth warmachine (a cart for delivering warriors to the battlefield) similarly he remembered the bit in homo sacer about werewolves, renegades and out-laws (subjects banished from the king's realm) which incorporated (poorly) part of carlo levi's christ stopped at eboli (the bit about wives being admonished not to admit their husband to the house until 3 knocks at night lest he still be in wolf form (or something intermediate)),
mostly it made him think how a thousand plateaus is the model for homo sacer (despite the benjamin and the kafka).
this morning. a work meeting. this evening. a meeting of the communal endeavour.
yesterday horsemouth worked. and then he drank a bottle of beer and then watched borsalino (alain delon,jean-paul belmondo) in a marseille set caper movie. he came across the keith emerson clip on his travels. (these were virtual travels
he also came across musikas's együttes on his travels. the comments claim it's 'hungarian neo-folk from 1978', horsemouth is doubtful, but it's a great tune.
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