Posts Tagged ‘Hidden People’

Story – Fifteen reasons why we should stay together

Friday, May 11th, 2012

He said to her, “I can name fifteen reasons why we should stay together.”
She waited over on the other side of the room, her arms crossed, waiting to hear his reasons.
He said, “One, I love you.”
She waited some more. She got tired of waiting, so said, “And?”
“The other fourteen don’t matter, just the first one.”
She continued waiting over there on her side of the room, arms still crossed, wondering how to tell him that that just wasn’t enough reason any more.

Reading from Brussegem, a snug hell – Chapter 1 excerpts

Thursday, April 26th, 2012

I enjoy reading my books aloud.

Here’s some excerpts from the first chapter of “Brussegem, a snug hell”.

This sentence is the link.

Thanks for coming by. Vincent+

Note: For more about this book, click here: Brussegem, a snug hell.

“I am a Super Fan”

Thursday, February 16th, 2012

The original cover of my novel, "Self-Portrait of Someone Else" published by Viking-Penguin, N.Y.

Once in a while, from the wiggling foggy ether waves of the internet, something pleasing arrives without the least fanfare. A couple of days before last Christmas, an email from a complete stranger concerning my first novel, “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”, with the subject stating, “I am a Super Fan”, had this to say, in part:

“I read A Self Portrait of Someone Else years ago. It truly changed my life at that age (late teens). I am not sure why but I have often referenced memories from the book when dealing with my own issues. I guess Tim was kind of an anti role model for me. (…) As a teenager, I carried a briefcase around with a pile of poems I wrote (kind of some stuff Tim would have written if he were a poet), pictures of an ex that overdosed and a copy of your book. Pretty much, that was all of my worldly possessions at that time in life.”

Sometimes the purpose of what I perform in relative obscurity suddenly receives such raison d’etre.


Cover of the re-issed version

A video of my story RED BALL

Tuesday, January 24th, 2012

A couple of years ago I posted a short-short story called Red Ball, which became rather popular and got comments like “breathtaking” and “This is great. Really creepy!” and “YES! Creepy… for sure.” and “Creepy is the word! Especially the 4th corner.” You can read the original story here.

Now I have gone and made a short video of it. I narrate it. You can see it by clicking on this sentence.

That’s it. Thanks for coming by. V+

STORY – A Last Artistic Statement

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

Experimentally, gingerly, for the first and last time in his life, the artist known as Smithy lifted his right eyelid, placed his right forefinger near the top of his left eyeball and gently but firmly drove that sucker around the orb and smack into his brain.
Once there, he tickled the frontal cortex gently. Something somewhere in him giggled. It was painful but that was where the jokes were located.
He pushed on.

As his finger dug toward the middle of his brain, he began to loose control of his legs. He sat, suddenly, down. His finger, playing at being a brain elevator, rose to the top of his brain, his skull, pushing lightly at various stimulating gray matter as it went, replaying his many memories. His past, his present, not much of his future. Many of his past pleasures were tucked up in there and he briefly fingered their joys, disappointments and the why why whys that still echoed and generally fumed darkly in there.
He moved on, his finger making a left turn at the rear of his brain where he came into a dense layer of smut he had always kept hidden, tucked back in there, just for emergencies. It throbbed and mutated and performed a lascivious dance just for him, as it always reliably did.
But he had no time for these varied once happily anticipated stimulations, as the thrusting journey his finger was taking had made his groin unresponsive, as his dick, his anus, his flaccid sack of lazy balls lolled lackadaisical, finished for good.

He did manage, before passing out of this life and into esoteric choices he would be surprised he would have to make on the other side of this worldly existence, he bumped up against the back of his skull. His fingernail scraped here, against the skull, and, as a last treat, and as a last idea, he went in for some inner urban art.
With his fingernail he scratched letters. It was hard going as his body was now giving up major motor functions at an alarming rate. He was blind, could not speak, and the hearing was dimming—no, there, it too was now gone.
As he died, as he slumped, as his spirit floated, as required, above his body, looking down, his finger gave up its ghost and slipped out of the gray matter, falling out of his head, his eyes boggling, leaving behind, distantly, on the inner wall of his damaged, lights-out brain, the simple ego words on the inside of his skull,
“Smithy was here.”

FUNNY HAHA about HOW TO FIND YOURSELF (or a reasonable facsimile)

Friday, December 9th, 2011

See my latest video right here, right now CLICK CLICK CLICK HERE HERE HERE….

Might have noticed. Christmas time. I’m in hustle mode. I made another video, about my How To book. It’s jokey! It’s short. It’s for all those people you care about…even those you don’t. What am I saying, slow person? BUY THIS BOOK for friends/family/enemy/guru/neighbor/alien entities. Whoever. Whatever. Buy forever.

GO HERE to see and hear more — and buy–print or ebooks!

Main Idea:
The aim of this book is to supply readers with practical examples and helpful hints as to how to spot, understand, and instill a real sense of self in your innermost being. Yeah, really. This book’s contents should lead readers with a more practical self-knowledge, peace of mind, spiritual nurturing, fuzzy thinking, and strange sexual longings you really should just keep to yourself.

Losing a Glove – Vincent Eaton reads a poem by Jeannette Cook

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

Recently I made a short video based on a poem, “Losing a Glove,” written by a friend of mine, Jeannette Cook.

I have edited another slightly different version of the video, and read the poem myself.

The incidental music is by Explosions in the Sky, from the CD Memorial (track is “Memorial”).

You can see / hear it by clicking on this sentence!

You can hear Jeannette read it in a slightly different video cut & music, if you missed it the first time around: Jeannette Cook reads the same poem, “Losing a Glove”.

Thanks for coming by. – Vincent

Losing a Glove – Jeannette Cook reads her poem

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

I a have poet friend. Of some years standing. She wrote a poem I liked, and she agreed to allow me to put together a video of it.

The poem is called “Losing a Glove.” The poet is Jeannette Cook.

I took a year to take the photos.

The incidental music is by Bjork, from the CD Volta (track “pneumonia”).

You can see and hear it by clicking right here.

I’ll be posting another version, with my reading the poem, shortly.

We did this before, with a poem called Button.

Thanks for coming by. – Vincent

“The Boy in the Sandwich” ready to be eaten via Kindle

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

The Boy in the Sandwich is out in paperback, and now…

It is out and available on Kindle in the USA, the UK and Europe.

Professional formatting with the original illustrations, you can find links to buy it by clicking on this highlighted bit.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy this simple, cozy, semi-weird tale. — Vincent

The Boy in the Sandwich – book trailer

Thursday, April 21st, 2011

I’ve made 2 1/2 minute video that gives you an idea of what to expect when deciding to give my kid’s novel, The Boy in the Sandwich a try.

It’s fun, it’s quick, it’s alive. Click here to watch the video!

Thanks for coming by and reading this…and maybe having a look at the video…? –Vincent

To read chapters, or listen to them, go here.

The Boy in the Brother

The Boy in the Bath

The Boy in the Bed

The Boy in the Dream