'we were taught maypole dancing' (when the words won't come)

somebody left horsemouth a voicemail message the night before last but he doesn't recognise the number.

1) horsemouth can't get at his voicemail messages (he has no credit on his phone and no way of putting credit on).

2) his parents house has no mobile phone signal - so he gets your texts etc. when he goes for a walk. 

if you want to message him it's either on here or email.  if you want to talk to him let him know.

'trying to live in the moment... (meant)...

no one knew what was going on half the time'

listening to rose simpson of the incredible string band. (there's another rose simpson, an artist in the states, she welcomes the convention goers to the convention. like the rose simpson of the incredible string band she is in to just doing things.

rose points to her teachers, the post first world war generation and their responses to the horrors of the first world war (vegetarianism, nudity, getting back to nature). she sees these as  transferring seamlessly to the hippie life.

'we were taught maypole dancing.'

she says what she wanted to write was a book that told you 'this is what it feels like to do it'

it is not a great interview. the interviewer barely knows who she it. he leads her down dull paths and agrees with her in a formless manner. but you can't beat the story - the story is just too good. 

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last night

 'it seems to be one of those nights when the words won't come. which is ok.' 

horsemouth has no real strategy for such nights (except to go and sleep and trust to the morning). 

the morning -  a bright cold morning (a walk later).