Underworld; 21.10.2017

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Saturday 22nd October


YELLOW HAT THINKING:

Drove around at night listening to the radio, darkness like a warm tunnel.
Words, like voices seep out’ve everything. Poetry wants to write it’s self
everywhere I look, it comes at us in waves, sometimes torrents, but always
there, slow trickling out’ve everything & into us like we were giant plug-holes.
So the radio is sometimes inspiration, sometimes a means of blocking out the
flood of words. Let’s not get started on colour as sound…ha ha ha!

(K)

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