'through debt alone' ('trivialities difficult to surpass...')

'zombie enterprises 

kept alive 

through debt alone

weakening economy/ hardening authoritarianism'

so horsemouth paraphrased an article on china's economy (now viewed as unlikely to surpass the US's economy). 'sounds a bit like here' said a friend. 'double tap' replied horsemouth, thinking of various zombie apocalypses, zombieland in particular.

he watched a little of dawn of the dead (the one with a shopping mall). 

nine years ago tim goldie put on musicians of bremen in only their second ever duo gig. he put them on together with a number of key improv people and the guitarist from a band called the hackney empire who had studied with folo graff of orchestre jazira). horsemouth (himself) had studied (briefly) with folo at jenako arts in hackney in about 1988 or so in the post-graceland african guitar rush.

horsemouth here shows you one of folo's key tunes - a ghanaian highlife take on the o'jay's for the love of money. you can really hear his talent and skill at layering guitars. he's since done instruction books in a number of african guitar styles.  (shit looks like I've got it wrong all these years he's actually a sierra leonean!).

horsemouth is debt free (it's one of the thrifty opinions he picked up from his yorkshire/scottish granny) but he's not absolutely averse to debt, to horsemouth you can borrow money if you can service the debt comfortably. but, of course, you can't tell this in advance because in borrowing the money you tie yourself more tightly to the fate of the overall economy. capitalism has a tendency to work it so that you can only keep your head above water by borrowing - and then they have you. (then you're a zombie).

even if you have your own money (you are a thrifty, valiant saver, a rational actor under capitalism), you are still tied to the fate of the wider economy (by means of inflation, devaluation etc.). on the whole it is a most chaotic and unsatisfactory life for the risk averse. 

horsemouth is beginning to realise quite how many of his life goals (read the russians, speak french, be ecological) in fact come from his father. it is a sobering realisation.

horsemouth ate a little salad from the garden (cucumbers, tomatoes, spring onions, basil, some of the spinach that had bolted), he had a plan to eat beetroot leaves (either salad or steamed) but his mum was shocked by the idea and threw them away quickly. the thing he should really do is thin down the carrots so that they can grow to a decent size. they are getting through his dad's potatoes at a rate of knots, they probably have enough beetroot (it is fortunate horsemouth has discovered a taste for beetroot).  horsemouth should think about things to plant for the remaining growing season.  

the key problem is that horsemouth knows nothing about growing food (this was always his dad's thing). 

his mum is talking about increasing the number of chickens (now that they have more room). 

on this day

kilvert is still back at langley burrell. boswell has left london (he is away travelling on the continent). kafka is writing (but it is not pleasing him).

'yesterday and today wrote four pages, trivialities difficult to surpass...'

there will be nothing from kafka now until the 11th.

it looks like it will be a decent enough day today (intermittently sunny). tomorrow looks rainy and shit. horsemouth has been out already (let out the dog, taken the milk delivery out to the garage, opened up the greenhouse, watered the plants, his mum is just off to let out the chickens). he's looking over to see if the bird feeder needs replenishing. 

yesterday was the village fête (horsemouth didn't go). he did go for two wanders up on the common (top AM, fussell bench and round PM) and sat outside reading.