'... all his works are merely a more or less camouflaged autobiography, an adept introspection, a diary of his mind, a promotion of his experiences...'
- e.m. cioran in valéry facing his idols (1970).
and you could say much the same about horsemouth and his 'literary' endeavours. isn't he telling you too much? inviting you to delve into his life to explain his works? (such 'works' as there are).
valéry is buried in the (now renamed) cimetière marin of his poem.
'ce toit tranquille, où marchent des colombes,
entre les pins palpite, entre les tombes ;
midi le juste y compose de feux
la mer, la mer, toujours recommencée...'
or at least that's how it was quoted by iris murdoch in her novel the unicorn. like dark places a haunted place novel. strangely, anachronistically, gothic.
a strange day
'thunder blossoms gorgeously' (jean toomer)
then almost immediately the sun comes out
meanwhile various of horsemouth's substack posts. the flux wedding. (george and billie maciunas)
and various horsemouths playing guitar (mostly) and the heron that flew into no.10 downing street (symbolising the imminent collapse of the government).
not last or least the pyramid of oyster shells from the graveyard of the outcast dead. (now collapsed and revealed as hollow - but still great nonetheless). surrounded by hollyhocks (horsemouth believes).
last (but not least) another grid. howard, la chinoise. various horsemouths, post-it notes, enza, horsemouth playing a gig, a j.g. ballard book cover (myths of the near future). as a result of going looking for thsi he also found a guardian article on a biography of ballard by writers nina allen and christopher priest.
'ballard made a mistake when he wrote empire of the sun, that the work that came after was less intense, less radical, that in revealing the source of his inspiration he had drained himself dry.'
horsemouth hoped the rain would drive the chickens in early.
it's the morning. today the egg delivery day. the bin down the drive day. perhaps some weeding.

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