that internet outage (it's probably a good thing)

'during the twentieth century, letters were a literary form that nearly everyone practiced.. in the days before inexpensive long-distance telephone service became commonplace, the main avenue for communication was the written word.'

- from bill morgan's editor's preface to the selected letters of allen ginsberg and gary snyder. 

horsemouth needs to get on with changing the strings on his guitar (and possibly raising the action).

last night some reading (woo-hoo) from horsemouth's newly purchased selected letters and the watching of alternative-giallo the double (as recommended by fragments of fear). 

now the double is less the double than the stand-in. horsemouth feels the need to defend our central character against allegations of entirely being a trust fund kiddie/ useless drone. it is a bit of a stretch instead to view him as actually on a journey of self-discovery and improvement, but when he disposes of the body (see it is a giallo or thriller) he is in fact doing something for love and not just pleasing himself. he is undertaking work for another. 

in reality this is a film like more - thrill seeking posh youth adrift in the sunlight (rather than the darkness) - something from the 60ies still being worked through in the 70ies.

 eddie the hippie (the thinly sketched free-spirit hiding out in morocco) quotes ginsberg's song,

'the warm bodies shine together in the darkness...

the hand moves to the center of the flesh

the skin trembles in happiness

and the soul comes joyful to the eye...'  

eddie is tuned in to the sensuousness of the age but elsewhere we see the ugliness of a tragic reading of the centrality of sex to the decade, sex as politics, sex as power, as it is elsewhere in giallo. 

horsemouth tried retuning his hummingbird copy to daddad and the g-string broke. he replaced it and has now come to the realisation that he should restring it all (as much as possible) ahead of the gig and play it in (it will sound much better). 

today is groundhog day and the anniversary of the release of kick out the jams (motherfuckers) by the MC5. (for it is always already time for revolution to get us out of the dead rut of capitalism). 

horsemouth has been enjoying sitting in the sun in the living room (now that progress has been made on returning it to use). 

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