Bedtime Story Conservatory 36 01/05/2020

May 28

Hello all,

Today I am really excited to write this email and start it off by saying something that I am happy with and I feel that is honest and true to my being, but I can't think of anything, and in writing this beginning to the email I am being honest and true to my being. Or maybe by writing what I just wrote in the last sentence was untrue, because now I have acknowledged it and knew what to write? And now that I just wrote that last sentence I knew that I was going to write that after the sentence before it? So that wasn't honest and true to my being either? Or maybe none of that is relevant because now this entire paragraph is a result of my trying to be honest and true to my being, and in that trying to be honest and true I am being honest and true to my being? And so on.

And then I say who cares! But I care. Or do I? And so on.

Today's reading is from a suggestion by a member of this list, so thank you to that individual. It's a short poem/story, Daniil Kharms A Sonnet 1935. Here is a small description (warning if you're not in the mood, it's a little dark) of Daniil Kharms from this site:

"Daniil Kharms (1905-42) mainly made a living writing children's books in Leningrad. He also wrote poems and absurd short stories, often published in underground magazines, after the avant-garde literary societies that Kharms was associated with were banned by the Stalin regime.In 1931 Kharms was convicted of anti-Soviet activity and spent a year in prison and exile in Kursk. In 1937 his children's books were confiscated by the authorities, and deprived of his main source of income Kharms was often on the brink of starvation in the following years. He continued to write short, grotesque stories, which weren't published, but merely stored in Kharms' desk drawer.In August 1941, shortly before the terrible siege of Leningrad, Kharms was arrested a second time, accused of "spreading defeatist propaganda". During the trial Kharms was declared non compos mentis and was incarcerated in a military prison. In February 1942, while Leningrad was ravaged by famine, Kharms starved to death in prison."

I hope you enjoy.

PS: The song at the beginning and end of the recording is The Bee Gees' I Started a Joke 1968. (Excellent music video also)

Link to the reading-

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1RSVfQG2pTMgzamMsFH8EwMPI-cvMHOqS

Link to previous readings-

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1t4v042zpGgwI7KN6_ST_tAthqm63J22V

Warm wishes, and still with an equal amount, if not expanding, love,

Sam