there is connection among the poets and writers (for everything there is a season)

horsemouth is back from book patrol  

(powerscroft road bookbox and colenso road front garden potlatch)

- in the days of rain (rebecca stott). cult-survivor memoir written by the daughter of an exclusive brethren member. 

- blue nights (joan didion). a mourning memoir (horsemouth has been after this for a while after reading her the year of magical thinking).

- on connection (kae tempest) 'I will write in praise of creativity..'

there is connection among the poets and writers.

rebecca stott's father escaped the exclusive brethren - a small protestant sect that did not like its members to communicate with non-members (on the basis that non-members are damned to hell) decorated the wall of his mill-cottage in east anglia with quotations from eliot's the four quartets (just as john fahey lifted lines from it as titles for his guitar pieces on the album fare forward voyagers).  

both kae tempest and olga tokarczak opt for blake's  the proverbs of heaven and hell.(the shallower end of the blake pool). 

joan didion   famously went all yeats second coming on us 'the center cannot hold...'. but for the blue nights (for those long evenings of light in midsummer, from the end of april onwards, roughly after may eve, when the day seemingly will not end) is there an equivalent poet? ecclesiastes or the byrds  'for everything there is a season'? 

yesterday howard visited. they sat around and drank bottles of beer and played a little guitar - howard on the hohner (mostly) and horsemouth on the resonator. horsemouth did not succeed in feeding him (beyond a few rounds of peanut butter on toast). howard has survived being 'ofsted'ed once again. 

they are nearly at the spring equinox. three more weeks or so and it is easter. 

then it is exam season (and following that...) the curious dead weeks to the end of term. 

horsemouth (of course) continues to stay sat down. april he finds out how his finances are doing. at some point he has to refuel. 

he has been watching  ireland - a television history - irish voices speak and give us their understanding, an impeccably english accent corrects them ('well not quite'). he has started reading the rebecca stott.