Inside this

Yesterday I started a novel from nowhere. It is maybe halfway done now. It will be done by monday. This book is about something. I know where this book came from. Its raining.

Pro-active Citizens Save Everything

Thanks to a bunch of sweet people and working some extra hours i have a new laptop. Above is a picture of a woman I took using the laptop when I went to a beach club for people who own this laptop. On her camera there are pictures of us practicing calligraphy and tickling each others eyeballs. She is no longer with us.

My feet are hands my hands are ears my ears are wilting.

Here is an excerpt of FENCES now up at Abjective.
One day I want to be published somewhere where I can say "they publish a lot of shit there" but Abjective isnt one of those places. I want to do an annual list of shit things I have read. The shittest thing I have read recently is "A Thousand Splendid Sons" which is almost as shit as Hosseini's debut novel.

"You can suck my dick if you dont like my shit"

Cough into me when we pass each other please

This is all I got. If you are writing a novel stop. There is no drinking water left anywhere. We are getting by on hallucination. Today we found film of a naked woman in grass and developed one of the pictures. The woman looked better in negative. And when your phlegm hits me we will be connected and the planet will squeeze smaller like it is trying to hold itself and failing.

Create a blog. Motorise the bandwagons. Eat everything. Nothing moves.

don’t move, move, follow the well to feet, chew, choke, burn your toothbrush, leave, sleep, eat, shrink, close the door behind you, plane, are you german, no, idiot bitch, be naked and leap, roll through clouds, extinction, please never use your voice again, sit, sit, let sit, smoke on planes sir, not so small, never woke up, taller, stretched skin, sleep, miss, garden capitalist, this is my chair now, home, do we wait for some flowering, no, move, fly, flew, cant kiss tarmac, the tallest man on earth

If we had breasts shampoo would be free

Last night I had a "turn" or something and couldnt stop doing things. I painted a lot. Some of the paintings were in the pages of books. I thought of painting on a copy of Fences but didnt. A lot of writing was also done. Seems like i'm writing two novels at once and they are near opposites.

On thursday night Nick Griffin was on Question Time. I thought maybe he would be able to endear the BNP by saying "its not about being racist, its about looking after our own" or some other shit, but instead he never challenged anyone who said "You hate black and brown people". He watched everyone very closely as they spoke and nodded, even while they said things like "He hates black and brown people". Someone should have thrown a punch. I think everyone there felt that but no-one acted on it. If someone had to be elected from the crowd to throw the punch, I would have picked the shaking jewish boy who said "how can you deny the holocaust?". The audience were majority ethnic minorities. I kept wanting Nicko to stand up and ask to see their passports. As soon as he started speaking I also wanted everyone in the audience to say at the same time "definitely gay" and then walk out. He said that "Gay people are just creepy". Actually used the word "creepy". A lesbian told him he was "creepy" too. I kept wondering if Nick Griffin had a wife and if they ever watched porn and if he maybe had a secret penchant for asian porn.

Some people protested outside about the BBC allowing the BNP air time. I thought it was "pretty gay" that people were protesting the fact that faschists werent censored.

The woman on the panel dubbed "Britains most powerful muslim women" was slightly irritating maybe. While they talked about homosexuality (Nicky said bad things about it) she was quoted as having said it broke down family values. When questioned she said "i dont believe that" and nobody said anything else about it. Nick Griffin was not allowed to do that with his quotes (including "Churchill would definitely have been in the BNP"). I thought "you should keep that shit to the pub Nick mayte".

All this BNP stuff means there may be an opportunity for cracking some skulls soon.

I am going to Germany tomorrow for a week so I wont answer any emails or sending anything out. I am flying to frankfurt and then there is like an 8hour train to Gottingen or something I think. My email is Brooksben@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to send fun email games.

New Shoes

To your right is a link to a new review of Fences by Forrest Armstrong, author of Asphalt Flowerhead, from Crossing Chaos. Apparently his book is the shit. I want to read it.

He said lots of nice things about the book.

Thankyou Forrest Armstrong.

"The layout of the book is incredible. It’s like classical music, how it pulses and falls, and is done in such effective harmony with the text that it creates another poetic breath on top of the written one. It’s one of the most successful elements of the book at putting you inside of the narrator’s head as it curls out and then flinches. The book is called a novel but you could just as easily call it poetry; it’s laid out in broken lines and some of the language in it is shockingly fresh."

"Fences is definitely a dope book. "

Also, Joseph Young listed Fences in his recommended reading list of "Good books with good art"

BUY FENCES HERE.

Win a Fences, J.A Tyler is a sugarbomb

By way of christening their new blog, jmww have ran an interview/review/giveaway of Fences by J.A Tyler. J.A is really great and has been really supportive. If you comment on the section then you'll be entered for a random draw to win a signed copy of Fences. The interview/review will be reprinted in the winter issue of the journal.

I am watching an interview with Terry Pratchett on the breakfast news. He is wearing a leather jacket.

I recently read, on a "celebrity twitter" site, that an ex-girlfriend had said a nice thing about Fences. She is nice. She is writing a musical with her brother (Tom Fletcher, Mcfly). Sounds like its all going well. They just signed something with universal records.

New book going well but lacking title.