yesterday
horsemouth went for a wander on the common. he met a flock of sheep - all hand reared and named. 'that's red circle. that's cloud (because she looks like a cloud). that's surprise (because she always looks surprised) ...'
they were placid beasts. unbothered by humans or dogs (perhaps too much so).
he also read an essay on theodor adrono's early music criticism. sample sentence;
'... the putrescent geniality of that bourgeois realm haunts our dreams in the form of dread...'
the title of this blogpost? an adorno title. (televising music? he's against it.)
oh teddy horsemouth has missed you (you grumpy old so-and-so).
el niño over summer. so hotter and drier. so possibly droughts. so possibly water shortages.
today. no kilvert today.
tomorrow the last kilvert for april (1872).
looks like a good morning. horsemouth is up early. let him get a coffee.
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