'the tomorrows (that sing)'
if horsemouth has understood it correctly it is a warning against unreasonable hopes (the kind of hopes that keep people going really). horsemouth is reading stuart schneiderman's jacques lacan: the death of an intellectual hero - rum goings on in intersection between french academia and psychoanalysis (but enjoyable).
meanwhile horsemouth is still trying to square circles and get things to add up. he is hoping to still his anxiety about things by understanding them better (or at least by understanding the process better).
yesterday the birth of mississippi fred mcdowell, but the deaths of alice coltrane and jeff beck. yesterday two short walks. took out the recycling (hail the binmnen). horsemouth thinks he may have a cold (he had some toothache too but it seems better today). yesterday (also) he missed webb david's show (darn it)- he'll have to listen to it on catch up.
sunday (assuming he is well) round to catastro/FILLE's to play some more guitar.
today (he has already done a mission up to powerscroft road to the book box) he doesn't know what he will be up to. there's a meeting of the communal endeavour to prepare for on the 23rd (some stuff will need to be written if only to help clarify horsemouth's thoughts)
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