horsemouth and a giant talking beetle

'nothing, dull slight headache. chotek park in the afternoon...'  - franz kafka, diaries, 5th may 1915.

o tempera! o mores! it had to happen. ladies and gentlemen I present to you,

'franz kafka exemplary employee'

'so he never turned into a beetle?' asked one of horsemouth's friends.

well, yes, he did.  replied horsemouth, but even then he came into work and attempted to represent his clients in court. hell he came into work early (despite some unfortunate troubles on public transport) and stayed late.

the problem with franz kafka 

there is of course a problem with franz kafka, at least as he is presented by max brod. you can read endless pages of franz whingeing on about not being able to write, but that is the irony, you can read them because max did not burn them as he was asked to do. he did not present you with kafka how kafka wished to be presented. he has allowed kafka's dull prosaic life to invade the scene of his fictions. 

faced with kafka's fictions and what is known of his life the modern world says  but he couldn't really have been like that and re-invents him as a do-gooding lawyer, an advocate of the poor. how long before it gets remade for netflicks? with a female side-kick? and a love triangle? perhaps the negative side of his consciousness could be represented by a giant talking beetle. 

once again with chick corea's return to forever - horsemouth is a big fan, in particular of the first two tracks (the first side we would have said), of flora purim's witchy warblings and screams, the drummer's no slouch - airto moreira and of course there's stanley clarke.

yesterday a beer with his mum. there was due to be zoom beers with howard but howard cancelled and horsemouth did not notice his un-cancellation until it was too late.