Bedtime Story Conservatory 74 12/06/2020
Hello everyone,
I just drank a little bit of my tea which was cold and the tea bag had been left in there for too long. The bitter stuff went into my mouth and as it hit my tongue I caught I glimpse of my own eye in the reflection of the water, it lasted a split second and the image is still imprinted, the eye was watching me drinking the crap tea, and saying you should be drinking good tea, but it was good tea, I say to you, eye!
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“I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.”
- I Know my Soul 1922 by Claude McKay (1889-1948), published in his book Harlem Shadows. McKay was a Jamaican writer and poet, and a key figure in the Harlem Renaissance.
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The song i'm listening to as I write this email, Take Me To The Hospital 2009, The Prodigy. I snipped that image, and I closed the image and beneath it on my screen was of course the same image in the browser window, the paused video, and somehow I closed it and the image beneath, even though the same, suddenly hit me. Last night I was also having a conversation about things on the wall in the room, and how they become part of the room, and it's only until you move them, or acknowledge them properly, that they suddenly become meaningful again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncaNlxvTFzg
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Today's reading is an old English folk-tale, The Buried Moon. I just had déjà vu writing that for some reason. So the magic of that is now within this reading, how lovely. I hope you enjoy it, it's beautiful and kind of funny in some parts.
The song attached to the reading is One Too Many Mornings 1964 by Bob Dylan.
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Also somehow I massively messed up yesterday's email and didn't hyperlink the reading properly, so here is the link to yesterday's too if you are interested. I was spinny yesterday.
Thanks for sticking with this, lots of love and warmth,
Sam
Dark side of the moon
