Ganymede said we should drive through the night

Last night I did a reading. It was the first time I have done a reading. It was for Succour. It was in London at "The Bestey Trotwood". Rosies dog is called that. I stayed with Crispin Best and Rebecca Perry. They are in love. On the tube Crispin rubs his crotch a lot. On the way back from the reading we smiled at people that looked as though they did not want people to smile at them. I was drunk because I am young and had not eaten. Crispin and Rebecca were not. Crispin is happy and funny. In London I tubed around in circles. At the reading I was nervous. Afterwards I spoke to some people and they bought me some beer. James Peake was a poet and he worked for Random House. He said I was good. He said he spoke to an agent about me. James longitalianname was a photographer and illustrator who said he would like to illustrate one of my books. I think I got some more pre-orders for FENCES. This morning I was tired and said not much. I think I left half a bottle of beer by the bed last night. Sorry Crispin. Crispin was very nice to have me. Rebecca Perry is a poet. Crispin Best likes someone Dunthorne who also read and was very very very good. I said those exact words to him. He has long blonde hair and he wore denim shorts. FENCES has come back from the printer correctly now so the review copies are being printed. People can send me emails about that if they want. I am going to stop blogging now for maybe a month or something. I will probably still answer emails.

be patient fred

its dangerous to wake a sleepwalker.

i am watching the flinstones. its morning. FENCESgirl is in england. everything is very good.

maybe the blog has been too much FENCES, and you are missing art, so here:

Benches are a thing in nature that people enjoy.

This is called "through the lense of your fat eye" because it is a real piece of art.

This is a scene from noahs ark which i believed happened literally.

Well done Assif

Everyone go and pat Shane Jones on the back real hard because SPIKE JONZE bought the film rights for LIGHT BOXES. So go and preorder FAILURE SIX and get FENCES while you are there.

none of those things were linked.
link function is broken.
no its not.
uhh.


I did "open mic" and killed the song "lua".


FENCES

Everything is bright and hot and tiring to look at. i am tired. some people came over last night and we watched "the football factory" and drank home brewed beer.

I keep thinking that everything i type on this blog now is very "business".

Trees, Saints, Floods

I was going to type about how industrial civilisation is unsustainable but derrick jensen says it better than me, so read him.

Broke up on friday. Tom Parker talks about Thatcherite economics loudly in a small pub. There is a long gap where i forget things and then, on saturday morning, i get a text saying that someone got the wrong bus back and slept beside the road (later picked up by the police). Poetic drama. Shitft due to start at 11:00, phoned in at 10:56 with "swine flu".


I am still nervous about J.A Tyler reading TKSN. I keep imagining him printing it off then reading it to his pets in a sarcastic voice.

My new book will not be 1,000 pages. I have no idea what 1,000 pages feels like.

Some people from school went on a trip to China but they all got swine flu and are being kept in quarantine.

This new book went through a crisis. Structure was scrapped and any didactic element was laid to rest after thinking "fuck it, people should learn for themselves".

I should talk about how "blog hits are down" but i dont really care. I think its because nothing exciting is happening. I do care really. I am going to do a series of posts (starting tomorrow) in which exciting things happen. The exciting things may or may not have "actually" happened.

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Those people that made "Chicken Run" keep asking me if they can make a film of FENCES, irritating twats.

PRE ORDER FENCES

Omegle is the most fun thing in the world.

Can something please verify that this happens? "ohhhh it has a name!"

Rich Kids in Portugal

I might write a book called that but not about that.

This book is going through a crisis.
WILL IT COME OUT THE OTHER SIDE A STRONGER AND MORE INDEPENDANT BOOK?


Yesterday i said "i will write a real blog later" but that was a lie because i just went to sleep.

I am sick to death of people saying;
I am a liberal
or
I am a catholic
or
I am a plumber
or
I am a fan of tribal football
or
Last night me and ryan got ultra drunk and rode around in his car until it ran out of fuel and then we got out and walked around and kissed and watched some cows and slept in the mud until we died.

It is because i dont want to hear anything now.

I will fill my ears with woodglue and lace the woodglue with environmentalist propaganda.
There is no such thing as global warming folks!

Inside of my heart there is a smaller heart which constantly says "feelings are for dicks and girls"
Fake feelings to get your dick in girls.

Wikipedia "postmodern authors"; James Chapman is by Noah Cicero is by Paulo Cohelo. Paulo Cohelo writes books that "change peoples lives". My sister reads them and shes still irritating. One time James and Noah pulled down Paulo Cohelo's trousers and flicked the exposed baggage with industrial size elastic bands.

If someone wants to give me a fucking massive advance on this book
then i promise to finish it to the best of my ability and spend the advance on only pencils and petrol. I dont drive. To make a petrolbomb you need to really hate something or really love something that is in direct conflict with something you feel indifferent toward.

olive drab smoking opium in his tower of motor oil

I havent done a real blog post in a while. I have said "happy birthday crispin" and "Buy my book" but no anything real. I will write an essay tonight about why I believe in less things than you.

On friday the school year ends. AND WHAT A YEAR.
"The Human War is Shit"
"The Human War is Shit"
An english teacher said that to me over and over after i said i would do it for coursework.
I am not allowed to do it for coursework. I have been forbidden from writing about a book because it has not won the fucking man booker prize.

Today exactly the same thing happened with Light Boxes.
"YOU CANNOT DO THIS BOOK"

I feel disillusioned.

Claire is currently going from festival to festival and living in her van. What am I doing? I am going to school and being told that the books i read arent good enough for shit. The Man Booker panel only like books which get them hard.

If anyone lives in an Amish community or lives alone and grows their own shit then i will polish their windows with my spit if they give me a tent and some potato every now and again.

Or you could preorder FENCES and I will sort out the tent/potato thing alone. PREORDER HERE.

I will write a real blog post tonight.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRISPIN

Today it is Crispin Bests birthday.

He is 49.

Happy birthday Crispin.

On your left is a montage of my art, crispins gift on this special day. One of them is an imposter posing as a piece of my art.

Pre order FENCES HERE

Pre order Failure Six HERE

I havent quite reached the 1,000 page mark yet.

trivial pursuit

I have not been blogging so much recently. Everytime I think "blog, write a blog" then i get a sort of conflicting train of thought which says "YOU have nothing to say".

Thanks a lot to everyone that has pre-ordered Fences, I will try to get your unspecified free (book) gifts out over the next 2 or 3 weeks.

I did an interview with Jillian Clark HERE.
Recently DJ berndt said "i heard a rumour that you and Jillian Clark are online dating". Crispin Best is a good person and i hope he lives forever.


I am listening to Johnny Flynn and writing a 1,000 page novel. I will never complete a 1,000 page novel. hawoah.


I have been interviewing some people about allegory recently, including Shane Jones, Crispin Best, Dj Berndt and Jillian Clark. If anyone else thinks they could spare a second then please email brooksben@hotmail.co.uk and you can talk shit about animal farm.


J.A Tyler is currently reading "The Kasahara School of Nihilism" which makes me feel very nervous. I am working through his colossal sidebar of publisher extracts of things. A current favourite is WOLVES. Everytime i read a new thing of his i think, shit, i really hope this sucking up helps his opinion of me. kidding. hes really great and im really excited that he would take the time to read TKSN. His magnificent free distribution of Charles Lennox' field of colours is over but, for those that missed out, you can read it on keyhole now HERE.

I feel pleasant right now. The johnny flynn album has played through and now its laura marling. I am going to write 1,000 pages.

PRE ORDER FENCES NOW

The first 20 pre-orders will receive an "unspecified free gift" the free gifts could be anything. They will probably be great books.

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DJ BERNDT WAS THE FIRST PRE-ORDER AND IS BEING SENT TWO GREAT BOOKS>>>>WINNER!





From the publisher:



Deeply Russian in its sense of life, bitter, very funny, and shattered in its love of beauty, Fences by Ben Brooks shows what happens when the art of poetry and the art of the novel get in a head-on collision. Told in flashes and fragments of compressed emotion, this novel tells its story through glimmers of an intense personal narration: about a Russian girl, a librarian and an Italian man's mysterious wife, a hopeless car trip across Europe, judgement, inadequacy, God in his drunkenness, death at the end of time, and the fury of an apocalyptic search for meaning.



Ben Brooks has invented an involving new form for the novel - emotional montage like experimental film only wishes it could be - but more importantly has cut human desperation into pure form and made it go 180 miles an hour.

So its a fucking masterpiece.
Theres an extract on the fugue state site.
I hope people like it.