
christ, somehow i'm still catching up with last years divined finds, trepidatious purchases, enthused borrows and sweaty-illicit mail packages. this came out lord knows when (october maybe) and i've only just got round recently to tuning out and dropping off. dunno why it's taken so long given my love for the part wild horses / hunter gracchus lot that this square-peg-rectangular-hole mingles with. winnowed from the polymath, alchemist, "the man who could walk through in-between positions", arch black duke of maknovischina, peripatetic flux ingester haji gutterpup ustad's almanac, his scribblings and tapes spanning 31 yrs, "non-euclidean [...]