the axis of memory and forgetting

'a harsher truth is that something like this will happen again because nothing has been done to change the circumstances that led to it the first time.'

it is not enough to remember. it is necessary to change. horsemouth doesn't need to tell you what he's talking about (the lesson is widely applicable). 

kenneth anger RIP. if you look at the film horsemouth was involved in (the fall of the house of fitzgerald) there's a big kenneth anger influence - the costumes, the static shots, the UFOs (as well as a big sun ra influence). it just looked to horsemouth like great fun (except anger makes great movies out of it).  

this (up to this point) is what horsemouth wrote yesterday afternoon/ last night (he forgets exactly when). except (to complicate the picture) the two sentences in this paragraph were written this morning. 

the sun shines in the window. horsemouth has been out to feed the chickens their scraps (much contention over the used tea bags and cake, little interest in tomatoes). he will go back in a bit to give them their corn.he should probably water the plants in the green house this afternoon when the sun goes off round the back of the hill. 

the sheep are back (with their lambs). horsemouth has turned on the small electric fence to stop them from rooting around near the wire fence round the chicken enclosure. his parents think the sheep will inadvertently create an opening through which a fox could enter and cause chicken carnage. 

it looks like the (wild) birds have rinsed the bird-feeder again. 

back on facebook horsemouth has chopped and resized his header picture (it is an excerpt from the pilgrimage to san isidro by francisco goya). it shows a guitarist, a pilgrim,  as part of the crowds. everybody seems beset by terror. horsemouth's actual mood is not nearly so dark.  

it is exceptionally beautiful and restful up here. horsemouth's reading of kingdom come by j.g.ballard (a  late return to themes and form) continues. horsemouth has finished his coffee (excepting the gritty dregs) and must now get on with the day.