'to start with nothing - this morning - again'

'it seems that these days I mostly write to communicate with friends - I write poems, especially.'  - glyn hughes, blog,10th december 2009.

'to start with nothing - this morning - again' - glyn hughes, the opening line to the final section of life class his autobiography in verse.  

zoom beers with howard

horsemouth is trying to tempt a review of glyn hughes's  millstone grit out of howard. (well he can't read and review it again as he would like to because howard has the book). horsemouth was trying to find something by glyn hughes (we've just missed his birthday on the 25th). horsemouth found a website with a blog from the last few years of his life. his neighbours remember him at least. 

horsemouth loves the fact that the edition he owns is a bookclub edition.

howard is nearing the end of his musical endeavours for the year and was discussing the final fixes and sending it all off for mastering and writing horsemouth a letter. 

'its just something to make the moment stay and you don't forget that time that's all.' - annie eliza courtenay in a letter to her son tom (the famous one).

horsemouth and howard were discussing people who write in the morning and then never publish what they write in the morning. writers who are writing to develop their writing muscle. horsemouth is not sure it works like that. horsemouth agrees it is important to write (similarly the way it is important to practice singing or playing the guitar or any activity you want to do well) but he is not sure that success in writing necessarily comes from being well practiced and exercised. 

this is an archetypal worked out the day before blogpost. it benefits from horsemouth being able to edit and re-edit and being flexible in what he wants to say. 

last night horsemouth was feeling a bit overworked and tetchy despite a perfectly pleasant day out. he's found it a bit hard to let go off so he's just gone to bed. 

a grey start but later a perfectly passable day. sunday maybe some rain. 

horsemouth's aunt and uncle used to have a copy of the rolling stones' high tide and green grass he always used to pester them to play it when he went round as a kid. come to think of it the cover shows low tide and no grass - they are all lined up by the riverside, brian in pole position, mick and keith next in the bating order, the bassist and drummer (who) just about squeezed into shot, all looking a bit surly and troublesome. here it is played on a reel-to-reel tape machine (glorious).