it really isn't going well for herzog at all. and yet he's getting the walk done.
'I immediately pulled the covers of my display bed over my ears when I saw how hard it was raining outside. please, not this again! can the sun be losing every consecutive battle? it wasn’t until eight in the morning that I finally set out again, already completely demoralized at that early hour. a merciless rain and humidity, and the profoundest desolation pressed down upon the land. hills, fields, morass, december sadness.
mirecourt, from there onward in the direction of neufchâteau. there was a lot of traffic and then it really began to rain, total rain, a lasting-forever winter rain...'
- werner herzog, of walking in ice, 7th december 1974.
here it is pretty much looking like solid rain for the next two weeks (ok horsemouth tells a lie, they have wednesday the 10th off the rain having given it a good solid go on tuesday the 9th).
a photo of horsemouth in the wilds of the east end (24th july 2025) has been popular (horsemouth is up into double figures on the likes for it).
saturday evening a zoom beer with howard
pluribus formed much of the discussion. horsemouth is now thinking about similarities with the midwich cuckoos following an outlaw bookseller session on that. bookpilled had stuff to say too.
outlaw bookseller talks about woke and postmodernism and cultural relativism but horsemouth thinks he doesn't get it really. he's a grumpy old man. he does, however, quote alfred north whitehead, or at least the part of the quote that j.g. ballard liked to quote,
'it is the business of future to be dangerous'
but there is more to it than that;
'it is the business of future to be dangerous; and it is among the merits of science that it equips the future for its duties...' - alfred north whitehead, science and the modern world (1925).
'the major advances in civilization are processes which all but wreck the societies in which they occur' -symbolism: its meaning and effect (1927).
so 2020(5) goes out and 2020(6) comes in
outside it s rainy and grey. inside horsemouth has a sniffly nose and a sore throat. he is reading under the visiting moon by david grubb, an account of his childhood (among other things), he is better known as a poet.
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