22/01/19 Tutorial and Bedwyr
Tutorial with Neil
People to research:
Carl Gustaf Jung
Freud
DuBuffet
Direction:
Continue making
Be true to working habits
Gain confidence by repetition
Bedwyr's project
Write up another piece about an object; false histories.
Write in a way that feels right, it doesn't have to be through a particular viewfinder.
Last night I wrote the first draft of the story for Bedwyr. It is about a biro I took apart.
“We never seen him before”, “I had to wipe me peepers” Just a couple of residents from Greenville Drive that we interviewed about the incident that unfolded in the early hours of this morning. A milkman, unknown at this time, has been accused of causing a disturbance that has shaken this neighbourhood to its core and has left experts and the dairy industry baffled.
“Milk flowed from his veins”, sounds like the rantings of a madman or a farfetched hoax? We saw the footage. Simon, 44 witnessed the horrific act while stopping to chat with another neighbour. “I saw the notepad, I heard her say she’d be buying supermarket milk... then it happened”. Luckily for us he had the sense to film the whole event on his phone. Footage, that has been found to be unaltered and untampered with in any way, and which clearly shows the enraged milkman advancing upon the occupant (whose identity we cannot disclose at this time). he then proceeds to audibly hiss and grind his teeth before his terrifying display which left some elderly onlookers distraught and in need of medical assistance.
“I don’t know who he is, but he was all angles. Barely a man at all. A clinking flux of glass, milk and pure rage.” Simon then proceeded to tell us, “It was as if time stood still and he was all that existed. I eventually looked around and I could see plenty of us staring, transfixed waiting to see what he’d do next”. Another neighbour who didn’t want to be named shared with us that, ‘[they] all knew he’d kick off, he was ragin’’.
The milkman, already being dubbed ‘The dairy demon’ has since vanished, which he literally did before the eyes of the many onlookers, most of whom have left identical accounts with police. Our reporters wouldn’t have believed it if they hadn’t seen the footage first hand. A half back stumble of shiny black shoes and pressed white polyester. Seemingly reversing into an invisible room. Daryl, 38 lives on the other side of the victim. At the time of the incident, he was in an upstairs window looking down at the unfolding events. “He didn’t fit in, it was the uniform. They don’t wear that anymore you see. It was like he was from another time or place. I told my Missus and she said it sounds like something you’d see in the ’50s. All white and preppy, like in America and all that”. “He was fuming, you felt it before you saw it. Hurt my jaw, tensing. He was so pale but dark. His face was white but deathly dark, can’t explain it”. At one point Simon zooms in and records this darkened expression, twisted and taut. A triangle more than a mouth, studded with square chalk which shorten as he grinds them down in squeaks. Unusually he is wearing a hat but the brim it too short to explain the shadow which conceals his other features. A forensic team is currently examining the chalky residue left behind on the driveway.
What occurred next will shock our readers. The ‘demon’ can be seen shaking, which in turn causes crates of empties to rattle- which begins in tinkles and ends in a low, deafening hum which is where the footage takes a break. Simon had to lower his phone to cover his ears. “I knew I had to keep recording”, we cut to the milkman throwing his notepad down and twisting angrily at his pen. He shakes out the ink cartridge and pulls his sleeve up, revealing a sinuous forearm. To the echos of gasps and sighs, he jabs suddenly and violently into his arm. He then twists the pen, searching for something. “I used to love milk as a girl, but I’ve gone right off it now”, Lil, 84 was horrified to see a white substance fill the pen and trickle from it onto the occupants' doorstep. An act of defiance some wonder, at being snubbed in favour of Tesco.
Police have cordoned off the area but one of our reporters was able to access the next-door neighbours front lawn where she could clearly see the milk, still pooled around the step. A noxious smell emanating from a low mist which only inhabits the victim’s front driveway. Police are urging the public to come forward with any relevant information and advising all homes to cancel their milk rounds.
I will give it a day and do a second version. I need to email Bedwyr and see if this is the whole thing or just one task.
If it's a shorter one I'd like to hop onto another project.
I might change this into a more 'newspapery' style.
“We never seen him
before and I doubt we ever, ever will again!”, “I had to wipe me peepers.”
Just a couple of
residents from Greenville Drive that we interviewed about the incident that
unfolded in the early hours of this morning. A milkman, a man ‘o milk -unknown
at this time, has been accused of causing a disturbance, a curdling, that has
shaken this neighbourhood to its core and has left actual human
experts and the dairy industry baffled.
“Milk flowed from
his veins, white water squeezing on fat’’.
Sounds like the
rantings of a madman or a farfetched hoax? We saw the footage. Simon, 44
witnessed the horrific act while stopping to stir with another neighbour.
“I saw the notepad, I heard her say she’d be buying supermarket milk...
then it happened”. Propitiously he had the sense to film
the whole event on his phone. Footage that has been tested and proven not
to be altered, boiled or tampered with in any way, and which clearly shows the
enraged milkman advancing upon the warm occupant (whose identity we cannot
disclose at this time). He then proceeds to audibly hiss and grind his teeth
before his terrifying display which left some elderly onlookers distraught and
in need of medical assistance.
“I don’t know who
he is, but he was all angles. Barely a man at all. A clinking flux of glass,
milk and pure rage.” Simon then proceeded to tell us, “It was as if time
stood still and he was all. A silver topped mountain. I did look
around and could see plenty of us staring, transfixed waiting to see what he’d
do next”. Another neighbour who didn’t want to be named shared
with us that, ‘[they] all knew he’d kick off, he was ragin’’’.
The milkman, already
being dubbed ‘The dairy demon’ on social media has since vanished,
which he literally did before the eyes of the many onlookers, most of whom have
left identical accounts with police. Our reporters wouldn’t have believed it if
they hadn’t seen the footage first pickle. A half
back stumble of shiny black shoes and pressed white polyester.
Seemingly reversing into an invisible room. Scientistic bodies are swabbing the
area; misted eyeglasses, cold sweat, gravel and scratching explanations.
Daryl, 38 lives on the
other side of the victim. At the time of the incident, he was in an upstairs
window looking down at the unfolding events. “He didn’t fit in, it was the
uniform. They don’t wear that anymore you see. It was like he was from another
time or place. I told my Missus and she said it sounds like something you’d see
in the ’50s. All white and preppy, like in America and all that”. “He was
fuming, you felt it before you saw it. Hurt my gut and jaw, tensing. He was so pale
and dark”.
At one-point, our
plucky-lucky cameraman zooms in and records this darkened expression;
twisted and taut. A triangle more than a mouth, studded with square chalk
which shorten as he grinds them down in squeaks. Unusually he is
wearing a hat but the brim is too short to explain the shadow which conceals
his other features. A forensic team is currently examining the chalky residue
left behind on the driveway.
What occurred next
will shock our readers. The ‘demon’ can be seen shaking, which in turn
causes crates of empties to rattle- beginning in tinkles and ending in a low,
deafening, flooding hum which is where the footage takes a break. Simon had to
lower his phone to cover his ears. “I knew I had to keep recording”, we
cut to the milkman hurling his notepad down in anger and twisting quickly and
angrily at his pen. He shakes out the ink cartridge and pulls his sleeve up,
revealing a snake sinuous forearm. A song of gasps and sighs, a dog, a whistle,
a car, the wind, the cold. He jabs the casing suddenly and violently into his
arm. Loud tin, beat, sour. He then twists the pen deeper inside, digging.
“I used to love milk
as a girl, but I’ve gone right off it now”,
Lil, 84 was horrified to see a white substance fill the pen then trickle from
it onto the occupants' doorstep. An act of defiance some wonder, at being
snubbed in favour of Tesco. This is where the footage ends but
accounts are interchangeable and unequivocal.
Cold splashes which soak the slippers. The victim supposedly slams the door
now, leaving the ‘demon’ draining in the cold, alone but still watched
before reeevvveeerrssiinng steps
backwards, jerk. VHS glitch and gone, as described. Click- click- click.
A low mist still
inhabits the dreaded driveway. A scum, a smell. Fear and yogurt.
Police have cordoned off the laiche and are urging the public
to come forward with any relevant information and advising all homes to cancel
their milk rounds.
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