there. is that coded enough. (horsemouth the paranoid).
last night (with the aid of daryll) horsemouth watched some tv in the living room. he watched richard e. grant's tourism fest in the footsteps of writers which included a segment on carlo levi and his christ stopped at eboli.
this they portrayed as a searing indictment of southern italian poverty, people living in caves in the 20th century (shock horror etc). but it seems to horsemouth (and he could probably do with re-reading it) that levi's book is as much an indictment of the class structure of rural southern italy (an utterly venal and incompetent bourgeoisie) as it is of the communist intellectuals of the north, who fail to understand that their one size fits all developmental variety of socialism is just not going to work in the south.
now (of course) the town is a UNESCO world heritage site and a city of culture (and tourist destination) and the caves are revealed to be cave churches or are converted into boutique hotels. horsemouth was shocked by his recognition of the town from the movie.
in a second horsemouth goes to get a shower and then he goes to lock things up and function as a watchman (or generalised factotum). there is a visiting cat (but an animal is not depending on horsemouth for food). it has belatedly dawned on horsemouth that he has a responsibility.
today a beautiful morning. yesterday a pleasant day. horsemouth went down to visit tim goldie in his pleasant waterside des res. ducks paddled on the river, boatpeople continued their idyllic existences on troubled only by the biting of the mosquitoes.
howard has sent some more tracks to be thinking about. Gsus says howard. Gsus what? asks horsemouth. thursday they meet up to do more work on the music.
horsemouth looks forward to retirement. anyway now to go.
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