An article on the BBC, Creative side unlocked by stroke, about this guy who had a stroke, and now has become like all crazy artistic and stuff. Sort of interesting in and of itself. But more than just that, he has some pretty interesting quotes:

“I didn’t know much about who I was and what I was. My brain wasn’t telling me I was hungry, I was talking in relentless rhymes. Everything was a rhyme.”

I was actually thinking about that earlier today, about why rhyming is like this almost quasi-magical thing at times. You totally just fall into it when somebody does it well…

“I started writing poetry in rhymes about what I was experiencing. The personalities I was living with at the time were revolving like a chamber in a gun,” he said.

…”I’d spend 10 hours doing a mural on a wall thinking it was only 10 seconds,” he said.

… Tommy describes his thinking as split minded. “It’s like memories are jigsaw patterns for me. I can get a bit of it and fit it together and it will fall apart. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff with the brick underneath your feet crumbling.”

Supposedly, also before this, he had lead a violent life, with a long history of heroin addiction. Now he’s “in touch with his feminine side” and much happier.