Tuesday, 7 October 2025

harvest moon (the preface to the first edition)

'the widows were decorated with latin and st.andrew's crosses and other beautiful devices in moss with dazzling flowers...'  -  the hereford times inserts a misprint into  kilvert and friend's account on the harvest festival, this day 1871. 

they laughed. 

in the night there had been a battle between poachers and gamekeepers up on the moor. in it two keepers were beaten about the head with bludgeons and a poacher stabbed so that his life was despaired of.

'everything I searched for in life, I gave up precisely because I had to search for it. I am like someone distractedly looking for something which he sought in dreams, having since forgotten what exactly it was...'  - fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, 128 (178), 7th october 1931.

7th october – 18:20 BST - harvest moon 

horsemouth had a quick look at harvest moon (one of the last great songs by the blue oyster cult). he likes the concept (rural murder - ritual sacrifice?) but at the moment he's not seeing a way into playing it. it's that Am -F, F G Am all along the watchtower thing.

yesterday outside it was a beautiful day. horsemouth had already been up for a walk up on the common and then up into the top field with his mum to check on the apple and pear trees. he has moved the pepper plants indoors. hopefully the warm sunshine will drive more of the tomatoes to ripen and warm up the air to keep off the frosts. 

he dug some potatoes up in the garden. there's only really the potatoes and the spinach left. 

today is judee sill's birthday. today grey all day (it looks like). 

'judee developed her psychic abilities at this time and became a gifted reader of tarot cards...'

stung by the accusation that hannah arendt could be wrong horsemouth has been re-reading the origins of totalitarianism. as usual the germans are great not just on the grim situation we find ourselves in but also the collapse of reason's ability to enable us to understand it. 

'this moment of anticipation is like the calm that settles after all hopes have died...' 

curiously arendt is writing this (the preface to the first edition just after the end of world war 2 which is now viewed as a positive hopeful moment. 

'neither succumb to the past nor to the future. the point is to be fully present...' -  karl jaspers 

goes an autotranslation of the epigraph.  


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