footage from the windsor free festival has been digitised here it is - hawkwind (featuring lemmy, stacia, dave brock etc.), the hare krishnas, assorted hairy people.
yesterday's book purchases (oxfam walthamstow - st.james street branch)
- critique of everyday life, henri lefebvre, volume one (no sign of volume two). two squid.
- dialectical materialism, henri lefebvre, translated john sturrock, cape editions two squid. here's a pdf of lefebvre's dialectical materialism to be getting on with.
- dialogism: bakhtin and his world, michael holoquist, new accents, one squid.
judging by the signatures inside they may all be from the same person's collection.
today is the one hundredth anniversary of the march from poplar to the high court led by george lansbury and the rates rebels. you may remember horsemouth performing the role of george lansbury for a friend's cartoon (here it is).
baltimore continues its trajectory. if you ever wondered what a series 6 of the wire would be like, it would be like the shield, cops gone bad running their own drug and gangster operation out of the police station. let's have a statistic shall we 'in fourteen baltimore neighbourhoods, life expectancy is lower than in north korea'.
yesterday was off and on a rainy day. horsemouth made it down to oxfam (but he got the train back up). he snoozed in the afternoon. read a little. went up to check on the allotment (still there). attempted to watch pet sematery (gave up). he bought a cheese (a cheap camembert) - it's nice and ripe but too cheap to be properly flavourful, he's a little disappointed.
he had a discussion online about richard booth and hay-on-wye. a friend lived in peterchurch and hay as a child and has memories of that scene.
the stendahl is kind of like the m. john harrison. the city is the character (in stendahl's case the city is paris), time passes (in stendahl's case ten years) but he is writing his memoirs it in a hurry after the end of his ten years there. people are remembered and summed up, salons are visited, places are named but not described, they become allusive. you can argue it was ten wasted years for him. but he writes. he is published.
horsemouth has spent knocking on 40 years in the seaside towns (as he euphemistically describes it). he has written. he has been published (a bit). he has made music (some people have even heard it). he attempts to set down his experiences and his life in a somewhat disguised fashion (the salt marshes, the cloud forest, beachside donkey rides, horsemouth himself). he gives you enough of it to have the sense of it (books, music, politics, rent, enough work to keep the show on the road).
today dry weather. a walk down to leytonstone perhaps (to the somewhat disappointing charity shop). tomorrow the last day in the cloud forest, the weather looks a bit iffy.
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