the year as a microcosm of a life

'an essay in which the author confesses he is on the side of man (for lack of anything better)' 

- essay title by czeslaw milosz (repunctuated in a horsemouth style)

'he was neglected by people who placed great value on meat, alcohol, comfortable houses, and luxurious cars, and tolerated words as if  they were harmless hobbies' 

- on the poet robinson jeffers from 'visions of san francisco bay'  (by czeslaw milosz)

right now a friday night (and there's fuck all on telly). tomorrow horsemouth needs to get on with things. his teeth have at least stopped hurting (in any meaningful way). 

saturday he has no real plans (a walk - you don't say). sunday probably some more music and a full moon and a talk with his mum on the phone.

horsemouth has written a little on the significance of fahey week, which he must save until at least the 22nd of february, and a little on progress with the business plan of the communal endeavour, which he will publish as soon as the progress is defininite. 

june 2019, parliament passed legislation committing the UK to becoming a net zero-carbon emitter by the year 2050. the requirement for all social housing to be EPC C by 2030 goes back to 2017. this presents a huge challenge for social landlords, not the least one of where is the money to come from. 

horsemouth needs to get some pens so he can make a note of stuff, so he has stuff to mind when he comes to type this in. 

last night he was strangely sleepless. a part of his soul had begun to talk and have a dialogue. now this is all very nice but really a dialogue needs to be had with another person.   

the elijah mclaughlin is very good. the album is available to pre-order. horsemouth is of course reminded of space is deep by hawkwind. rather than the sundry modernists mentioned in elijah's press release. 

a cat has just passed. horsemouth's stomach is grumbling. there's a need to get on.