'I always thought of metaphysics as a prolonged form of latent madness...'
- fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, 6th may 1930.
6th may 1871 kilvert is in bath.
horsemouth is back in the wilds. he's had a look round the garden. nothing has died while he was away but the runner bean plants are looking a bit chewed upon (he'll put down some more wood ash after breakfast. he's just noticed a hazelnut tree outside his window (maybe he can grow some more of those).
the weather looks good for the next week or so, sunny (but perhaps not as warm as horsemouth would have liked) out til the weekend after next.
horsemouth pronounces the visit to the wen a success
he attended his meeting (things go on keenly), he was interviewed and spoke knowledgeably.
further he got out to visit friends and even managed beers with a few of them and coffees with a few others. he didn't get to see everyone he wanted to see but hey.
he has dispersed books (a whole two books). he has brought home another box of books (the hugo, flaubert, goncourt, maupassant box) and a raft of other books.
'shall I awaken in another homeland...?
I am living in venice almost as though it were my own city...
as though I have been living there a long time.
centuries and countries... interwoven.'
- german expressionist poem made from quotations of aleksandr blok.
it is two years since horsemouth (effectively) moved back to the countryside ('he expects to be up here at least a week').
another beautiful morning out here - he has put the broken-leg chicken in the old garden (where it is fenced in), he caught it halfway down the drive and on its way to the road. over at the main coop there are 6 chickens left.
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