a slow shipwreck

'we cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto. the body, the senses, must conspire with the mind. expression is the act of the whole man...' 

so remarks thoreau on this day in 1851. fernando pessoa takes another view;

'unknowingly, I have been witness to the gradual wasting away of my life, to the slow shipwreck of everything I wanted to be ...

however, as an ironic spectator of myself, I have never lost my interest in observing life.' 

- fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, fragment 140 (212), 2nd september 1931. 

horsemouth has been looking at the bromyard folk festival (11th - 14th september). sadly there's no railway station and it's a two bus jobby at minimum (and not a runner on the sunday er. because there is no bus). it looks like the bus is intended to get people from bromyard to hereford (but not necessarily to get them to bromyard and back). 

from here on in an entirely written in the morning blogpost.

horsemouth watched some french crime thrillers - he attempted to watch some novara media coverage of what is going on (but it was just too depressing).

he took and posted some photos from up on the common. 

he cobbled together a piece for substack on marguerite duras' practicalities. (he had to check he hadn't done this before) and read some of watership down (which rattles along quickly and efficiently). 

he has some broad beans to get in as over winter ones - 'earlies' for next year.