Tuesday, 23 December 2025

'if there's a story in the matter...'

following on from the 'rediscovery' of licorice mckechne horsemouth has been thinking about rose simpson's return to this material. 

'writing the book has changed things, as has listening to the music. I feel I’ve been given all those years back again, the good times and the loveliness of sharing dreams with wonderful people. I guess I’d purposely remembered more of the difficult times in order not to feel the losses...' 

- rose simpson (the incredible string band)






'one of the more memorable descriptions of jefferies was given by a squatter in the former cambodian embassy in maida vale in the 1970s... whom he declared was 'a wiltshire taoist'' 

- andrew rossabi, a peculiarly english genius: a biography of richard jefferies, volume one, 1848-1867.

rossabi (head of the jeffries fans) seems to have been involved with radical anti-psychiatry communities. the cambodian embassy squat seems to be a good tale.

meanwhile in 1971 kilvert is going in for some dentistry.

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'if there's a story in the matter I recognise the exact moment at which it began...' - henry james, sir edmund orme. 

horsemouth had been on the hunt in his archives  for material to write about. maybe he should just pick up and read a book. maybe he should go back to walking on the common (despite the risks of falling over).  maybe he should just get on with it. maybe he should listen to same music again. he's feeling a bit flat and uninspired. he's wishing he hadn't fallen over on the common then he might have done more things and had more energy to get on with things. 

he's still a bit ache-y from it

he was feeling a little uninspired maybe this dark, damp morning will improve his inspiration. 

in the evening his inspiration was improved by starting on henry james's the turn of the screw (and other stories). he had read a little of the introduction already and began on the first story sir edmund orme. it reads well, the seafront at brighton, promenading ladies, discovered writings. 

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