Bedtime Story Conservatory 65 31/05/2020
Hello all,
I have begun writing this email at 13:22, I am trying to think (maybe I shouldn't be) but the thing outside the window is pissing me off, I feel violent using the word pissing, and in that sentence too, I take it back, forget I said it, but the thing outside the window is stopping me from thinking, oh it's stopped making the sound now I've said that, and it's started now I said THAT!
It's a red and yellow plastic strip taped between two lampposts outside my window, presumably to keep people from climbing inside the giant bush which it guards with it's thunderous shaking and it's snaps and claps. And somehow, after writing this, I now have some admiration for it, and it has become part of my room and my idea of how and what today is.
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A video of 'Screaming Thing' from The Muppets singing The Windmills of Your Mind 1968 by Noel Harrison, become increasingly manic and quick.
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And in contrast-
I made this video on the morning of the day before yesterday, I saw the seagull, and started talking to it to make my friend laugh, I said to it that previously I had called it's species a variety of unpleasant things, but this morning and today I love you. I realised I was then feeling three things, something based in my ego in making my friend laugh, and then somehow a separation from this in that I began to feel a genuine sort of admiration for the seagull.
I started to film it and follow it, and as I was I thought to myself that I might like this to be a gift to you who is reading this email, because this experience felt quite honest and raw and exciting and serene and clarifying and every other word I could use.
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Today's reading is me telling a terrible joke that I know from a long time ago. It's called The Man With Half an Orange For a Head. I hope you enjoy it, it's very stupid, and I read it quite slowly so this recording relaxed me also, I hope it has the capacity to relax you too.
Links-
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Warmest wishes, and lots of admiration for myself, lots of admiration for you, and lots of admiration for things in between,
Sam
