I'm still having major creative block problems, and not dreaming properly. (The more vivid, colourful and deranged my dreams, usually, the more prolific I am, artisitically-)
Saw an interesting documentary about Donald Cammell the other night. Wish I'd known him. He really shouldn'ta shot himself. I hadn't realised that he took part in SCORPIO RISING. I once impulsively sent a fan letter to Kenneth Anger, after watching INAUGURATION OF THE PLEASURE DOME in a drugged delerium.(I hardly EVER write fan letters-like maybe 8 or 10 in my entire life-) He actually sent back a nice handwritten, signed,note AND a picture of Anais Nin in costume! Good man-shame about the scary toupee.