'months have gone by since I last wrote anything. my understanding has lain dormant and I have lived as if I were someone else...' - bernardo soares in fernando pessoa's the book of disquiet, fragment 42 (165)
the book of disquiet pretends to be a diary of fragments composed by one bernardo soares, but it is not, it is a diary of fragments composed by fernando pessoa pretending to be bernardo soares. when 'he' writes this it is not a metaphorical laying dormant, a metaphorical 'being someone else', but a literal one.
clever that.
and here we have another poem by another heteronym álvaro de campos. (what does it sound like in portuguese?)
this afternoon horsemouth and his mum will have completed their stint of unlocking/ locking up the abbey - this time horsemouth has only 'nearly forgotten' the once.
later zoom beers with howard - yet another massive IT battle to get online and on zoom. in the end they managed it. (bottle and a half of beer, new 'old' track by howard.
great (worm)moon out the window
end of the month british summer time begins (though people may have forgotten to tell the weather). by that time there will have been a meeting of the entirely fictitious 'communal endeavour' (and a zoom meeting of not-the-consortium). hopefully everything will be clear with 'the thing'.
mid april looks like a busy time - horsemouth is off to a gig the friday night and then off to his brother's daughter's birthday on the saturday. (busy busy). (possibly bell-ringing the thursday - that might be a bit much).
beautiful morning outside. frostyish. he's fed the chickens. in a bit horsemouth will go down to unlock the abbey.
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