FOLLY STORIES
AGNETA’S STORY
Agneta Wytchirche
Autumn sometime 1483
By day a cook and maid for a well to do family but at night a practicing alchemist
I thought I had kept my night pleasure a good secret. I had been taught by my good church friend how to read and write and was now doing mixtures and prayers to try and find the philosophers stone. I put a lot of time and effort into this and sometimes would get no sleep at all before a days work. This went on for some time and I began to get terrible headaches and fall asleep everywhere. One day I didn’t get to my job on time and someone came by to see where I was.
They caught sight of my apparatus and writings and me fast asleep on the table.
It didn’t take long for the village to hear about my obsession and I was summoned to have my head examined. So I let them pick away at my skull. When they had finished they had brought out this brilliant blue stone. Upon seeing it I wept and laughed with joy as I realized the stone I was working so hard to find had been in me all this time. My folly was out of me! I had some rest after my surgery and then I could go on being a good cook and maid and find me a good husband. I didn’t need to read no books or write no more now as I could see what a folly that had been.
FOLLY STORIES
ELIANORA’S STORIE
Name Elianora de crombe
age 35 d.o.b 3rd October 1468
wife – tavern singer
Folly symptoms Choleric personality (quickly aroused, egocentric,exhibitionist, hotheaded, histrionic, jealous, fierce) Symptoms – uncontrollable rages when people don’t do as she asks. Chases people naked through the town if they disturb her sleep. beats men around the head if they look lustfully at her without permission, believes they are the devil in disguise. She believes that the full moon calls her name, speaks to her and urges her to dance in it’s light all night. she wears mens clothes and refuses to go to church on Sundays.
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FOLLY STORIES
LORA’S Story
born 1479
Lora Raveneswathe
Age 17
Trade – seamstress.
I walked out early one winter morn to fetch some milk. Unfortunately I chose that morning to be a little lazy and had not readied myself in a ladylike manner. This fact became public knowledge when I slipped on a patch of ice. Those who stood idly by observed my unsecured bust and lack of appropriate underwear as I went ‘arse over tit’.
In the days that followed the story was retold. The laughter at my shame turned to talk and fear of my apparent ‘hold’ over certain men in the town.
It was finally accepted and reported that I was a women of unclean mind and body and must be cured!
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oooooo time is a ticking the exhibition is getting nearer.
i am very excited to be doing something new performance is afirst for me.
i was thinking why did i choose to approach the furiously mad project in this way? at first i was just wanting to have some fun and kind of take the mick out of all this high art complicated conceptual stuff. simply i thaught it might be a laugh and make me happy in some way. having worked on this project for many months i have changed my mind, it still makes me laugh and happy but it has also pointed out to me that pretending is my FOLLY my madness if you like. so i am fulfilling some kind of need that i subconciously have to pretend, play and be childlike.
after reading everyones stories that they have submitted i relised that everyone was a bit ‘mad’ in some way everyone has a FOLLY but when does that FOLLY become real madness? when it makes your life difficult? when it becomes socialy unacceptable?
in conclusion everyone is a bit mad unless you are very rich then i think this is called being excentric.
