In a reddit thread on health inspection violations someone offered a story about a run away cow licking bread in a recreation of a 18th century french bakery.
A commenter wrote a poem about the incident:
my name is Cow,
and wen its nite,
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite,
and all the men
haf gon to bed -
i stay up late.
i lik the bred.
It is unclear why it caught on so quickly, but the poem inspired countless imitations, telling more stories from the perspective of Cat, Cow or even Dog.
I would guess it is the plain form and the formidable self-confidence of Cow that makes this poem an essential response to our troubled times. Cow does not ponder on its identity or its actions. Cow knows what it is and what it does. Naturally. It liks the bred.
I wish for all my friends to be more like Cow. Believe in what you do. Do it. And find something to lik.
There is something magical in such videos - since you are basically making something from nothing. The technique is borrowed from impro theater: you write the screenplay together as a group, with every participant saying one simple sentence on his or her turn. One by one a story is built. Then just film it using the simplest means, and you have a non-trivial movie in a day.
I used this technique in workshops with USANII-Lab in Nairobi, resulting in two short films in two days, the beautifully absurd My ambition for survival is the only way to eat my food and the more polished To painfully swallow the pain of being unnoticed.
As for the video above, that was just reviving this excercise for Ivana and me.
In Guinea laufen Hühner überall rum, sie sind schmal und schmächtig, leicht und knochig wie Rennradfahrer.