horsemouth has sent a letter (he does hope it gets there in time)

'the word is a small visible portion of a gigantic unseen formation' - peter brook, the empty space.

horsemouth is up. it is a bright snshine-y morning. the rest of the week is supposed to be good. 

horsemouth is unsure what to do with the day (maybe a walk with TG). 

horsemouth has sent a letter (he does hope it gets there in time).

he has finished reading hallucinating foucault which is not much about foucault but instead about a fantasy of demon lover (mad, bad and dangerous to know who in fact turns out to be gentle and kind and sensitive etc. etc.) horsemouth is glad to be reading again (never mind the quality).

having read the FT weekend section two weekends in a row (but a weekend behind) horsemouth now moves on to the observer review section. this feels slightly more omnivorous (tv series he will never watch, books he will never read, political situations that won't impinge on his existence). on the web horsemouth picks and chooses, on paper he will read practically anything. 

he has the peter brook to read (and quite a bit of the observer to finish off - a feminist critique of coetzee's disgrace etc. which, darn it, he can't find to show you, ok no, here it is).

outside it is clouding over. horsemouth has the sneezes.