when the charity shops re-open (and give away the stuff for free)

canadian dude. horsemouth has never heard of this before. nice.

so how far has werner herzog got (on this day in 1974)

'still in tailfingen...' (about 200km from munich)

there is then an unlikely scene with werner yelling at the cops from a car followed by a memory of him clearing out his car. (horsemouth has no more details than this)

'it all started with a tunnel where the parked cars were being ticketed by the police. we drove past hollering, doing something that isn’t done. once, at home, I wanted to tidy up the messy car a bit, and along the way I threw out everything, mostly old scraps of paper. suddenly I found two police magazines amid a pile of junk, and inside them were two pictures of such beauty that I’d never seen anything like them before. they were pictures of a land that took my breath away. but how did something like this get...'

and that is all that horsemouth has of it. 

today the weather should be decent. monday it is due to piss it down (if you'll pardon his french). 

the title of the  post 

this comes from horsemouth's lockdown thought that he would start giving away his books and records when the charity shops re-open. it is kind of like a john fahey title of the type when the catfish is in bloom. 

marguerite duras' practicalities aka. la vie matérielles (1987) excised screenwriter jérôme beaujour’s questions, but the questions are left in with les parleuses (1973), an interview of sorts with xavière gautier, here, in an article, horsemouth finds another book by duras that he wants to read but the only copy he can find online for free is in french.  

there is a peculiarity to this valley. the sun shines on the trees on the hill opposite but horsemouth's side of the valley is in shadow. 

ok now sunset is drawing in. the trees are no longer illuminated. sunset itself at 1606. the land begins to go dark but the skies are still bright. 

thereafter horsemouth will go out to incarcerate the chickens (and collect their eggs). he already went out earlier to lock up the garage. we are into the darkest eighth of the year, the one surrounding the winter solstice. 

it's the morning horsemouth has just been out to unleash the chickens, the sun illuminates the horizon and the clouds.