horsemouth as he would wish to be seen

horsemouth has been asked to provide photos of beautiful humanity as evidence. but he thinks this would spoil the moment (and when photographed they would probably look very ordinary). when horsemouth goes for walks upon the marshes (yesterday he walked up and back to the wetlands centre - overpriced coffee and back, about 7 miles all in) people seem to want to talk, to acknowledge and be acknowledged.

he's reading a very short, fairly interesting and reasonably cheap book about quantitative research (this goes alongside his reading of abram tertz's the makepeace experiment - soviet era kid develops mind-control superpowers and takes over his collective - not like pasternak, more like bulgakov). 

silverman, the author of a very short..., is in thrall to a sociologist called sacks (an ethnomethodologist). great lines will suddenly pop out of his prose (horsemouth thinks). 

'common truths... rarities will mysteriously germinate in the charged space between them'. 

horsemouth provides you with a a lot of evidence here - we are moving into six months of him writing this blog everyday, six/ seven years of blogging everyday on facebook and then transferring over the best to blogspot, before that he was blogging on my space (all the way back to 2002 he thinks).  

he portrays himself as he would wish to be seen. still it's not like he's filling a questionnaire or being made to write a diary as homework after class (that should count for something right). he's volunteering this material. 

of course horsemouth is keen to stress what he as actually done (been for walks, been to the bank, bought a coffee) as well as the books he has read (or is reading). the philosophers don't tend to tell you this, ok rousseau is happy to tell you that he has been for a walk. in general they don't want to tell you anything about themselves that might get in the way. 

horsemouth (on the other hand) is keen to obfuscate (and elaborate) to see if there is anything in the material that can be juggled  and made to shine. he is less keen to tell you if he begins but fails to finish a book. 

but in general, this, the creative part of horsemouth's day, is all done by about 9am. 

outside a big lorry has just pulled up and they are delivering materials for next door. they've propped up the back wall of the upstairs flat (now they just have to build everything underneath it - there's some kind of a metaphor there). bricks can only be laid 3 courses at a go, the max speed of gentrification is determined by the going off rate of concrete. it's all a bit robocop out there (human capacities extended by giant hissing hydraulics).  

but when it comes to getting the bags of cement into the house they have to be carried in by hand. 

it's 22 years since the release of ghost dog  and its soundtrack, the thing that makes it. it's a pleasurable movie. 

today horsemouth is not sure what he is up to. it is grey and cold outside (it has, so far, been a substandard may). horsemouth's song with enza and suke is on the backburner for a bit (he'd love to be getting on with it, it's a good tune). he should probably get on with preparing a set for his midsummer gig. he will probably take two guitars (to avoid onstage retuning) and the banjolele (to play high rise strutter's ball). he's a bit bored with much of the set (but then no one out there will have heard them before).