it's 8 am (nearly). horsemouth is awake and has even thrown the ball for the dog and done a patrol round the outside of the house. his dad is up (horsemouth has made him a cup of tea and himself a cup of coffee).
after yesterday's journeying into town horsemouth expects a quiet day. (whether he will get it is another matter).
yesterday evening he was reminded of nabihah iqbal (the artist formerly known as throwing shade) by her album being listed as one of the releases of the year so far by the quietus magazine. (lankum, brìghde chaimbeul, philip jeck, shirley collins, richard skelton - it's a decent selection.) he went back to listen to her excellent show on robbie basho. now basho was not the solitary that they make him out to be but it's a great show nonetheless with great songs by him (death song, moving up a ways etc.). she recorded a track with stick in the wheel (which his friends liked).
earlier he had picked peas. they are past their best his dad avers. horsemouth will try to get everything remaining of a decent size today (and then they will sling it in the freezer against future famines).
the missed anniversaries (of literary production)
it is something like the 16th anniversary of horsemouth joining the dreaded face book. of course now horsemouth has moved over to 'writing' every day on blogger - the facebook notes tool having been discontinued in october 2020. we have just passed his tenth anniversary of his writing on blogger.
further back there was his 'blogging' on myspace (starting sometime in november 2006 and ending with the great myspace blog dieback of 2013). horsemouth has his myspace blogs somewhere (they zipped them up and emailed them to him after the demise/ restructuring of the site - that was nice of them).
he's watching some small woodpeckers raid the bird-feeder. it's a cool, cloudy morning. he read a little of terry eagleton's introduction to pierre macherey's theory of literary production.
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