on intimations of mortality from late middle age (feel the gladness of the may)

'there was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

the earth, and every common sight,

to me did seem

apparelled in celestial light,

the glory and the freshness of a dream...'

(it sounds like it could be blake)

good morning! good morning! 

ew. it's a bit grey out there. (allegedly there's a week of this shite before it cheers up).

horsemouth is up (having slept soundly).

yesterday horsemouth was feeling a bit low energy (he thinks he may have an ear infection). he went out with TG for a ramble but initially claimed he was only going to meet him on a park bench and not walk anywhere. there was a photo (and that seems to have been appreciated) of horsemouth sitting on a park bench - it possibly goes with the photo by denise of a young horsemouth lolling on a park bench in clissold park. 

horsemouth is now well grey (from this low angle you can't see the bald bits). but he still looks quite sprightly. he is (surprisingly) quite well dressed (after a fashion). 

to tell the truth horsemouth was feeling a little low energy the day before yesterday when he was up in epping forest with howard (only cheering up when alcohol was added). 

last night horsemouth watched  jonathan miller's 1966 production of alice in wonderland. the opening and ending quote are by william wordsworth from the ode on intimations of immortality from recollections of early childhood. in fact he watched it in reverse order. first he listened to ravi shankar's soundtrack, then he watched a video of jonathan miller working on the soundtrack with ravi shankar  (god the stones on this posh young fellow, trying to tell ravi shankar his business!) and then he (or rather the search engine) found the full film on daily motion. the woman who has put it up collects films of alice.  

howard has a song with a will you, won't you chorus (as used in the lobster quadrille). the lobster quadrille becomes a would not, could not  chorus, then reverts to a will you, won't you (funny horsemouth was sure it changed to a won't you, will you at some point).

an early live gig by john fahey and robbie basho has surfaced (horsemouth will be posting a link to it soon). 

today horsemouth does not know what he will do. (some reading he guesses). he has a dover thrift store edition of lewis carroll. at some point he could wander up to walthamstow to see if there are any books he wants to add to his collection (more bukowski maybe - it's a quick read). or wander round the local book boxes in search of more science fiction. 

tomorrow council elections (mayor and councillors), friday is bandcanp friday. soon enough the 1 year anniversary of the last stroke of work that horsemouth ever did (hopefully). towards the end of the month the first post large meeting meeting of the communal endeavour,  the anniversary of 4 years of volume three  and  of the birth of harry everett smith.

end of may/ start of june - more hiding out in the cloud forest.