out of necessity

'difficulties in finding a place to spend the night. when I tried to break into a house in the dark, without noticing it I lost the compass that was on my belt; I’ve been attached to it ever since the sahara and it’s a painful loss. up on the summit, toward evening, I met a group of men at the edge of the forest who were waiting, strangely frozen, with their backs to me; chainsaws were still working in the woods though it had long been quitting time. as I approached them I could see they were convicts consigned to...'

- werner herzog, on walking in ice, 3rd december 1974. 

you see this is what horsemouth likes about herzog, here he admits to doing a little housebreaking (out of necessity). herzog can rock and roll. 

then we have the eerie scene with the convicts 'waiting, strangely frozen, with  their backs to me' (like old school zombies). 

there is a connection to lotte eisner in the lost compass - eisner (in whose aid herzog is doing the walk) did the narration for herzog's film on the sahara called fata morgana.  

the film features songs by leonard cohen which is perhaps a mistake horsemouth would think (but he can see the attraction of having someone that famous associate with the project). 

meanwhile horsemouth has found a smidgen of a translation of les parleuses marguerite duras interviewed by journalist xavière gauthier. the first  interview was conducted 17th may 1973. attention to the precise way duras uses language (translated into english as woman to woman). 

and yet it is not as good as practicalities precisely because it is an interview, the back-and-fore of it blocks the establishment of an easy authorial voice. 

horsemouth just had another toys out of the pram experience 

his mum has a doctor's appointment. 

now that his mum does not drive, and is no longer able to walk to the village (and walk back), there's the usual problem with actually getting to the village to the doctors.

the bus service is different on tuesdays and wednesdays to what it is on mondays, thursdays and fridays. mondays, thursdays and fridays are the good days for getting the bus into the village for the doctors and getting the bus back, saturdays there's no getting back in the afternoon, sundays the bus service does not run at all. 

tuesdays and wednesdays it is difficult to tell what the fuck is going on with the bus running under a different service number etc. from clehonger to abergavenny (and back again) and into hereford via some insane backwoods route.

on the whole horsemouth is grateful and thinks it is a miracle that there is a bus service at all. 

nonetheless its peculiarities must be respected.  

it doesn't help that there don't seem to be any local taxi services. there's a community taxi service but they like plenty of warning (and this is not always possible with medical emergencies). 

but don't get horsemouth onto the subject of the doctor's surgery answerphone ('just press 1 for the non-existent service and please call-back later BZZZZTTTT!'), the callback service, the triaging of patients by the receptionists etc. 

if these were all the problems posed by the situation it would still be too much (but, of course, there's more, there's always more).  ok he's off for a stomp about on the common (ok  nope he's having a sandwich and a cup of tea instead). 

ok he's done the stomp around the common (he only fell over in the mud once). he has a slight tension headache. he is assuming it is all sorted (there is a friend mum can ask for a lift) failing that normal bus services resume on the thursday. 

ah result! bus services! re-incorporation has been achieved! horsemouth is free to leave the topic. 

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in the evening. horsemouth assumes he is coming down with the flu.

in the morning fog and mist (chickens fed). 

now to see if everything will work out or not.