'I do not know but thoughts written down thus in a journal might be printed in the same form with greater advantage than if the related ones were brought together into separate essays. they are now allied to life, and are seen by the reader not to be far-fetched. it is more simple, less artful.' - henry david thoreau, journals, 27th january 1852.
the slight unfamiliarity of thoreau's turn of phrase makes horsemouth have to read the paragraph several times to get the thought. (it is the plea of the notes and the diary entry over the 'finished work'. it is the hymn of scribbled in notebook against substack posts, it is the song of the avant garde).
but then thoreau tails and finishes the paragraph (a fine day's work) with;
'I feel that in the other case I should have no proper frame for my sketches'.
on the isle of man there's sound art - or rather just off the isle of man in the sea surrounding it. a project inspired (allegedly) by malcolm lowry's 1950s' short story collection named 'hear us o lord from heaven thy dwelling place' after the manx fishermen's hymn. it is often collected with lunar caustic, lowry's tale of being in the new york city drunk tank.
do you remember the manx cat? it has no tail. how can this be? horsemouth worries that he has been sold a myth (sold a pup). but (phew) it turns out to be true.
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