April

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

March/April are flying by quicker than I can get a handle on, and its hard to describe what's been happening other than working/writing/going to the zoo/hanging out with old and new friends/feeling mixed up goodandbad/writing some more.

Here are some pictures:







I feel like my past few months have been full of beautiful things.
And sunshine.

Here is my current Youtube playlist (Pop is what I crave when I'm writing, like energy drink bubble gum poetry for the brain):









this is a great remix by Jamie XX of Adele's Rolling In The Deep



I've also been listening to Spies, who are both a friends band and a band I love, which is rarer than you would think. They recently got a great review in Hotpress and their single Barricade was Single Of the Fortnight, and no-one deserves it more. Weaker Body is my personal favourite.

I went to see the Werner Herzog 3D documentary 'Cave of Forgotten Dreams' about the cave drawings in Chauvet, and it was incredible. I'm so glad I got to see it on the big screen in its full 3D glory. The drawings inside the caves were so beautiful; they were full of movement and detail and felt so incredibly human that it rattles you to the core. It makes me think art is a very pure human action rather than something created by society, which is a strangely comforting thought.

I've been doing a lot of research lately into the nature of truth (or Truth) and the wonderful Oisin Byrne of www.origasmi.tumblr.com sent me this snippet interview of Werner Herzog talking about The Ecstatic Truth which is very, very good. I will leave you with his wise words.