horsemouth has been caught wishing it were may already (freudian slip - oops) - this is largely because he fails to make proper use of his time - last night he failed to invite someone up the pub (and failed to suggest that someone should put their comments in an email). over the weekend he failed to go out and meet people (wandering round pop(u)lar instead) or engage in any music. neither was he in hereford for the weirdshire weekend, nor at stick in the wheel’s do at cafe OTO (for which someone had some spare tickets), nor at the nominees in paper dress vintage.
on the plus side he may have sorted out a gig invite...
he did however read violette leduc’s in the prison of her skin (small town french childhood misery memoir by a lover of sartre - and serious threat simone de beauvoir thought) and he has started on another life by yuri trifonov (soviet era novelist in touch with the 19th century style of deep and satisfying characterisation). sadly though he has become immediately distracted by dave van ronk’s the mayor of mcdougal street -(NY chancer makes it big on folk scene and becomes the inspiration for llewellyn davis). dave was big and clumsy (and left-handed) as a child - so much so his irish grandmother said he’d been swapped for a swede up at the hospital.
bernie wrightson has died (one of the few comic book artists horsemouth could tell you the name of) (ok er... frank miller, dave gibbons, stan lee (?), matt boyce, sean o’connor, dan barker). horsemouth only really knows his work from swamp thing (which dan lent him way back when) and there’s a classic book’s frankenstein - wrightson’s work is dark and big and busy and epic.
the king is gone but he’s not forgotten...
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Tuesday, 21 March 2017
Thursday, 7 July 2016
books\ gigs \ events june 2016
books
- eca de quiroz - the sin of father amaro
- jose saramago - blindness
- guy de maupassant - short stories
- edna o´brien - august is a wicked month
- jean genet - our lady of the flowers (introduction by sartre and dips)
- jacques ranciere - on the shores of politics (dips)
- jean jacques rousseau - political economy in discourses and social contract - introduction and dips)
- utopia: mitos y formos: colloquium 17-20 jan 1990 ed. yvette centeno (papers in french and english)
- gangster girl (thriller- part)
- alentejo folk songs\ brazillian songs - res de rua (vegetarian st. joao)
- reggae club porto
- kuduro and 80ies indie - virtudes outdoor pre-primavera festy gig
- primavera - soundcheck (shellac?) and gig (song of the siren - unknown singer)
- the drive across england, france, spain and portugal to porto
- being in porto for the month of june
- st. joao
- sunbathing (some wading and swimming) much walking
- open day porto (stomemasons co-operative, marques da silva´s home and office)
- brexit
Monday, 2 May 2016
end of month round up for april (a little late)
gigs
books
zatoichi 15
events
sean visited, beers with andrew minty, falafel with work mate, coffee with friend, beers with marike, basho accompanists and collaborators research, scammed by mendicant, myk's singles party, wander round to hermit park then wander out with john down lee, beedle coram shop leaving party.
- electronica in new cross
- folk synthesis in peckham,
- stick in the wheel at the folk cub in walthamstow
books
- mill on the floss and essays by george eliot
- allen ginsberg biography - barry miles
- anna kavan
- paul bowles - stories
- introduction to pascal's provincial tales
- silence and christian history - diarmard macculloch
- the invention of morel - adolfo bioy casares,
- introduction to the white goddess by robert graves
zatoichi 15
events
sean visited, beers with andrew minty, falafel with work mate, coffee with friend, beers with marike, basho accompanists and collaborators research, scammed by mendicant, myk's singles party, wander round to hermit park then wander out with john down lee, beedle coram shop leaving party.
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
upper and lower clapton (the guardian of the nunnery and his epileptic pekingese)
so following a walk up to norton folgate on sunday (then down to crossbones cemetery) - horsemouth decided to wander further afield. first up the canals (limehouse cut, three mills, river lea past hackney wick almost up as far as the anchor and hope - near where amelia and helen once lived thought horsemouth nostalgically) to howard's in stoke newington borders (er. upper clapton). and thence back down towards wapping to pick up some chillies from an anonymous friend. (from stoke newington borders (!), where horsemouth one lived, down queensbridge road (where brenna once lived), through haggerston park where horsemouth would read and sunbathe, past the nags head where he once lived (and further down just off vallance road too) and thence back home down cable street/ various cycle paths and the limehouse cut again. (see there's something circular to this journey - about 8 miles all told maybe a little more).
the canalside was practically solid boat all the way up - but the boat people were friendly - the cyclists less so (fucking cyclists). new blocks (with speckled brickwork and julliet balconies) sprouted out of the nilotic mud and the sites of old pubs. horsemouth stopped off at the filter beds - ruins when horsemouth first discovered them in 85 by climbing through a fallen down bit of the wall. now artful victorian ruins - if not quite well-loved enough to have a coffee shop.
the destruction of hackney continues but on his walk horsemouth observed more of the continuities than the transformations - the sunbathers in haggerston park looked the same (though where was the guardian of the nunnery and his epilleptic pekingese and his friends in 'the regiment'). the street-drinkers had their resident spot on the bench just by the pond. the epileptic pekingese had died many years ago - leaving him with just the wolf hound - when horsemouth met him again a few years ago (up by st.clement's) he had been forgotten - so many new people in the neighbourhood.
true horsemouth had picked a route that avoided the masses and the main shopping streets. he mistimed crossing the road and had to back up - the driver gave him the finger (ah that reassuring 'up-for-a-fight' hackney rudeness). back down to wapping - still the new estates but also reassuring poverty. horsemouth waited in a park. the youth played football in the sun. people rented out boris bikes . horsemouth could have been in barcelona.
the canalside was practically solid boat all the way up - but the boat people were friendly - the cyclists less so (fucking cyclists). new blocks (with speckled brickwork and julliet balconies) sprouted out of the nilotic mud and the sites of old pubs. horsemouth stopped off at the filter beds - ruins when horsemouth first discovered them in 85 by climbing through a fallen down bit of the wall. now artful victorian ruins - if not quite well-loved enough to have a coffee shop.
the destruction of hackney continues but on his walk horsemouth observed more of the continuities than the transformations - the sunbathers in haggerston park looked the same (though where was the guardian of the nunnery and his epilleptic pekingese and his friends in 'the regiment'). the street-drinkers had their resident spot on the bench just by the pond. the epileptic pekingese had died many years ago - leaving him with just the wolf hound - when horsemouth met him again a few years ago (up by st.clement's) he had been forgotten - so many new people in the neighbourhood.
true horsemouth had picked a route that avoided the masses and the main shopping streets. he mistimed crossing the road and had to back up - the driver gave him the finger (ah that reassuring 'up-for-a-fight' hackney rudeness). back down to wapping - still the new estates but also reassuring poverty. horsemouth waited in a park. the youth played football in the sun. people rented out boris bikes . horsemouth could have been in barcelona.
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