Bedtime Story Conservatory 51 17/05/2020
Hello everyone,
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When I was younger we would always go to see my Great Grandparents at their house in Leicester. Lots of good memories there. When my Grandad died, my Great Grandma left the house, and the house was cleared of hers and my Grandad's possessions for new people to move in. On the first floor, me and my brother, when we stayed there, would sleep in a room facing the back garden, on two beds side by side with a small bedside table between them, which had small toys and books in. We would run out of this room into my grandparents room in the morning. I remember my mum telling me that they were walking through the house collecting things, and they opened the door of that room on the first floor, and inside was a swarm of flies, all over the window and over the beds.
This was the house, I think, I found it on google maps just now from searching a word which had been stored somewhere in my memory, and i'm not sure if this is the house, or if i'm projecting onto this place, I quite like this uncertainty, the place is resonating but it isn't a fact yet.
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Today's reading is a series of poems on flies, which are as follows-
The Fly 1794, William Blake.
The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly 1914, Vachel Lindsay
The Fly (couldn't find the year somehow), Walter de la Mare
There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly, an old 'cumulative nonsense children's rhyme' I knew as a kid, by Rose Bonne.
I found it interesting to put these together, to see how the images they conjure up talk to each-other, I hope you enjoy.
Houseflies have a lifespan of 30 days, they can see behind them, live on a liquid diet and taste with their feet.....i'm sure William Blake didn't know any of that.
Here is a link to the reading-
https://drive.google.com/open?id=19kmWJnait3DYHNumelEzAfn7qhelPTQ1
And a link as always to all previous readings-
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1t4v042zpGgwI7KN6_ST_tAthqm63J22V
Warmest wishes, lots of love,
Sam
astro crusto, a, 2012, Wolfgang Tillmans
