his wanderings round

so horsemouth is back from his wanderings round.

he will now tell you about them. 

horsemouth leaves liverpool street towards moorgate. his aim is to find the barbican by the powers of memory and luck alone. 

he finds the barbican and avails himself of the toilet facilities there. the art exhibit in the curve isn't open yet. he ascends to floor 2 to the library and takes a look at the library sale (ever reliable) - there are things that interest him but not enough to make him put his hand in his pocket (as it were).  he descends into the record library and looks at an exhibit of photos of debbie harry (and an expanded painting of the single heart of glass). 

thence up to floor 3 to the conservatory (shut horsemouth believes - but possibly not). then back down to floor 2, through a corridor with a view onto part of the encounters giacometi exhibit (kind of like photo 2) and out onto the high level bridge. 

part 2 of his plan is to make his way via st. paul's and the wobbly bridge to the tate modern. there in the turbine hall he finds a giant exhibit by máret ánne sara. more mazes thinks horsemouth (though he does not pause to sit and listen). 

but his feet will not let him be. they take him off in search of crossbones  and then back to liverpool street via london bridge. by this point it had come on to rain again. horsemouth had left home without his hat and phone (like a fool). he had also not brought his laptop - he probably could have taken advantage of some free wifi here or there to stay on top of his plans. 

on the train on the way back he read more of the journal of a survivor. there is the dreamland where doris lessing/ julie christie can walk through walls into new rooms and architectural spaces and there is the child emily/ jenny diski and her interactions with the roving gangs of young people. 

in addition to journal of a survivor horsemouth is also reading the portable hannah arendt which he loaned to his brother some time ago. hannah arendt is (as usual) reliably great. look at this bit;

'... I know exactly what I want to write. I do not write until I do.'

in the evening horsemouth had a shower. he feels progressively better (he thinks). he's a little out of practice with seeing and talking to people. 

today in the day. minty. 

but first a changing of the guard in the wilds -his brother is off by train, horsemouth has just walked him down to the station. he himself will be making the journey back next friday (so you have until then to see him). as usual he's been cack handed about letting people know he is here.