'a record of the author's inner preoccupations'

'it's eight a.m. in the morning' sang the rave album (breakbeat hardcore). horsemouth was in some giant super-club in dalston. he must have dozed off at some point because he couldn't see any of his friends and the club was empty. he made his way out. by the time he got to the door (looking strangely like pellici's) the sun was up and about and so were the crowds. someone was pushing horsemouth in the small of his back as if unhappy with the speed at which they were leaving. this made horsemouth a bit annoyed and so he twisted off to the side  to get rid of the impatient follower. 

such was the dream. 

it was then that horsemouth woke up. the sun was shining and it was 8 am in the morning. 

yesterday horsemouth attempted more ivy removal from the front of the house with a long pole. all he succeeded in doing was pulling various muscles in his back. he's going to have to rethink his strategy.  the long pole is probably the way forward. if a crossbar were fitted on it he could stick that under the tendrils of the ivy and pull them out of their current position blocking the vent (and that would be job done). but he probably has to do it from the upstairs window. 

that was someone on the phone they want to buy the truck (bit early for a sunday but fairplay he did sound keen). 

yesterday zoom beers (two) with howard. horsemouth started reading some of abram tertz (whose birthday it is today). 

'when there is nothing else at hand art begins to talk about itself.'  

sinyavsky (who had written and published in the west under the name abram tertz) has been caught, tried and jailed. in the gulag, in the prison camp he can write letters to his wife every two weeks, but he cannot curse out the guards or discuss his actual situation too clearly because the letters are censored. he follows the strategy of silvio pellico (who will be arrested in milan on october 13th) in finding only good and interesting things to write about - the cant of the criminals, the nature of work and of art, and the work of gogol. 

today looks like being a beautiful day. horsemouth will probably sit outside and read again. 

the third week of his time in the countryside begins.