alter ego that game called telephone

horsemouth was having a max ochs moment. 

'oncones...

now that’s a beautiful name , I don’t know where it comes from but it was given to me so I will accept and wear it with pride. that music is the soundtrack to the art film starring the artist harvey cohen. he runs though the whole thing and the film is called “running harvey cohen.” I recorded that music for the film, and I guess it was like that game called telephone, where you whisper a phrase in the ear of the person next to you and by the time harvey cohen rushes back to you it’s oncones...' 

- max ochs, interview for tompkins square, january 2005. 

horsemouth has tried to find the movie online (he has failed). the harvey cohen may be this harvey cohen an artist involved in the early days of krisha consciousness in the US (or it may not).

a year ago horsemouth had just done a social media fast (of one day). many years before he had managed a whole two weeks (whilst on holiday in spain). 

and of course there was a part of his life before social media (but it was a long time ago). social media and alter ego are very much related to horsemouth, he becomes horsemouth when he launches the horsemouth and goatboy project on the then functioning myspace (now a deserted zombie infested mall). 

yesterday a radio documentary on the power of alter ego (all this horsemouth knows already). and here (with max ochs) a lesson on the power of telephone - on the possibilities opened up by mis-communication. he has keith johnstone's impro round here somewhere. 

horsemouth is very taken by the housing podcast a very useful podcast on housing matters. decarbonisation. rent and benefits. grenfell and the fallout. new regulation in the social housing sector.

decarbonisation has been occupying horsemouth's thoughts (what with all the rain and all the flooding, all the extreme heat events). it turns out that several basement flats on horsemouth's street have been flooded. that gives the mule pause for thought (as he types this from his basement room). 

yesterday horsemouth tidied out the shite stored under his bed. there was an abortive attempt to hang the mirror in the living room, horsemouth took the IKEA bookshelves upstairs, cleaned them, and then populated them with books (and other shite sad to say). he also cleared out the corridors (to some extent).

today horsemouth probably off to examine his digs for another round of cat-sitting. riverside views claims his benefactor.