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March 31, 2014 by musehick

How fitting in a sense that today has a Velvet Underground feel to it. Or maybe not. And who cares? I do, obviously.

I am still happy from yesterday’s great communication with my mother, which, being a day before Mother’s Day in the UK means a lot to me.

So, I watched a tribute to Lou Reed. I am watching a Warhol documentary. I watched a Flaming Lips documentary. I was up til about 6 this morning after watching A Late Quartet with Philip Seymour Hoffman. There has been a lot of information passing through my mind about the creative impulse and process from a variety of angles.

Communication and the ideas of how to work it, the effect it can have, and the profundity of it. It felt like a significant weekend before even this moment. I am feeling something change in my universe and that means a change for everything, right? Some epochal shift in my creativity? Who knows. I realise this is a little fragmented today, but this is what I have, so this is what you get.

All these fictions – watch them compliment each other and a world emerge from the broken fragments on display. The poems push in the direction my interests move, and watch the prose follow close after. Maybe. Or maybe watch it kaleidoscope.

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