horsemouth was enjoying the wizard of oz elements in the video. (it's not their best song, it's produced too clean. the video is a bit too MTV friendly).
'these fragments I have shored against my ruins’ - t.s. eliot, the waste land. .
on this day in 2020, taking gottfried benn's dictum as gospel, horsemouth launched a poetry competition.
'in the hands of a proper poet, you can lift one stanza out of a railway timetable, the second from a hymn book, and the third one a joke, and the result will still be a poem' - gottfried benn
horsemouth had invited himself and his friends to try their hands at such poetry.
his first effort was;
'stay home. don't travel. the whole realm of nature mine. why don't ants get sick?'
(as ian objected he had misunderstood what a stanza was). nevertheless horsemouth persisted in folly amd answered himself with;
'tfl. isaak watts. they have little anty bodies.'
john clarkson was the first to rise to the challenge with his;
'From Sheltered Seas to Golden Heart,
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
To get to the other side…'
ermes amin the only person to attempt an extended form;
'See it. Say it. Sort it.
But give that which is within as charity, and then all things are clean for you.
Wash your hands like you're Nigel Farage and they're covered in the consequences of Brexit.
Stay at home. Don't Travel. Save lives.
How blessed is he who considers the helpless
The guy who invented hand sanitizer must be rubbing his hands together right now.'
as he noted elsewhere horsemouth had survived the apocalypse long enough to be bored. he is reading more poetry (he doesn't have the focus for prose).
saturday horsemouth got nothing done. (ok ok he went for a walk on the common and talked to himself for a bit).
sunday he doesn't know what he will get up to. it's a rainy and grey day so far
monday and we are back to the conventional formulation of the (working) week.
on monday horsemouth will tell you a story about him and howard recording demos 2 years ago for the next horsemouthfolk album.
on tuesday there's a kafka quote from 1915
on wednesday antonia white dies (1980)
on thursday the anniversary of another day of work on the demos.
on friday horsemouth does not know
on saturday the anniversary of a duo gig and probably the 2000th published blogpost (of this series).
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