Spent the day in a field on small island in an estuary.
A strange day.
Watched some german japanese (using a mixture of both languages) play some bizarre version of hand/foot/basket ball. Not that I think that the japanese are always bizarre. I'm one of the minority group bemused by the success of lost in translation/racism. Laugh? I nearly did.
Finished the day by watching a proper filmmaker's work. Roy Anderson's film "You the Living". Very fine. But I felt not as moving or cohesive as the truly fantastic "Songs from the Second Floor".
Moment of the day has to go to being at the local station waiting for an elevator.
After a looong wait the glass elevator slowly appeared with a man (my guess, accidentally) baring his full naked posterior.
He didn't turn around. The door opens. No movement.
We ask "are you getting out?". "No....(long pause) going down".
The door slowly closed and he gradually sank down into the earth again.
I spent a good couple of minutes in tears painfully laughing.
The poor guy wasn't well. The way it played out as a drama was priceless. Only a really slow elevator could produce such wonderful comic timing.
A bit like life in general really.
A cursory google produced this poem
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