Archive for April, 2010

STORY – Puppy’s dead!

Friday, April 9th, 2010

dead puppy
Puppy dead!
My cutie little puppy.
I used to hold him fluffy and round and all warm all in my arms.
Now he’s a flat rug in the driveway. He no move.
I throw the ball for him to go fetch but he still no move.
Daddy bad daddy forgot to look when backing up big car this morning.
Puppy-doggie all brown and flat and squishy and not my cuddly-cuddly doggie out in the middle of the red wet driveway.
Who let puppy out?
Bad puppy.
Bad all the way asleep now puppy.
Why did this happen when I went to bed a happy very happy boy with puppy-puppy in his life?
Is mommy bad a bad mummy too?
Is Daddy dumb daddy?
My puppy is all dead and I am feeling dead, all too.
I cried.
Cried real loud, real long.
I cried for three days.
I cried for two and one half nights.
Then I sobbed some more.
Everyone left the house to take a walk around the block.
Away from my unhappy sobs for the dead puppy.
Then someone cleaned up the driveway.
No wet red driveway ex-puppy spots.
I walked to the middle of my lawn.
Stood there green all around my feet and the sun came out. Big and wide where I could not miss it.
I stretched me big and rolled down to the grass bounced once and smelled it deep in my nostrils and then in my all my insides.
Turned over, looked at some funny clouds for a while.
I wondered, cloud wondering, if it wasn’t time I ask to get a pussy cat.
Kitty, kitty, I will call. Kitty, kitty.

Links to web pages & what I’ve been up to sort of round-up

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

Here’s a round-up of links to things, me and the others, that I like. Videos (of matches, Max Dix, and me with why I never got published in the UK) to follow in the next weeks.

During March 2010, here’s my most popular Blog, “The movie I was in is out – “Tombé sur la Tete”.

Second popular, my –Story – RED BALL.

Third popular, my SPEED DATING Story.

Fourth popular, my first MAX DIX Video Clip.

Fifth: “The author as a live cartoon character.

Links I posted via my FACEBOOK PAGE or TWITTER PAGE were:

The ecstasy of the filmmaker Herzog.

“I’m Not Going To Think About Her” .

Plastic Bag By Ramin Bahrani.

And, finally, of course, DAVID LYNCH’s INTERVIEW PROJECT.

Lastly, anyone want to join my HIDDEN PEOPLE FACEBOOK FAN PAGE is welcome….

MY FOOT, ongoing video and stills installation project

People like my on-going stills & video installation project, MY FOOT. Here was a recent favorite….

car

Audio book – the complete PART ONE of my first novel, “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”

Monday, April 5th, 2010

Podcast image

In honor of a calm Easter Monday, a Brand New, collected chapters of the audio version of the first part of “Self-Portrait of Someone Else” is available at my publisher’s site, hidden people.

Once there, click on the word HEAR and you can download and listen at your leisure the whole FIRST PART, read by your humble author, Vincent Eaton (recorded and edited as well, I might and will add).

We will continue with the audio version of the chapters of this book that we left off with last week next Monday (got that?)…

NOTE: What to see/hear what the critics said about this novel?

Story – Mike Grange, automobile mechanic, finds himself

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

car mechanic tells his story of becoming a lawyer in spite of himself
It’s hell now, just pure hell. Ever since I found myself, I see things differently, and it’s not particularly fun. It’s a whole new orientation. I sort of liked the way I saw things before, before I found myself. God, life, and me, were a lot simpler then. When I didn’t have a clue as to my real self was, I was pretty glad to just be living and sticking my hands in some nuts and bolts, proud when a motor purred. And after work, it was TV, beer, Sunday football games, the basics. It was a pretty good life.

Then I had to go and find myself.

And I discover I should’ve been a lawyer all this time. Jesus….

So now I’m attending night school, acquiring sophisticated tastes, learning big words, manipulating logical thought and instinctively looking for loopholes. I go to foreign films and like brandy. I read. Big books with small print. Front to back, even the footnotes. I’m hooked. It’s depressing.

But I just don’t know if it’s all worth it—really. This Self stuff. I’ve got all these new ambitions and worries. Career goals and financial liabilities. It’s tough. I wouldn’t recommend a true sense of self to anyone who’s been fooling himself for years and has already gotten used to who he thinks he is and has his habits, a beer belly, a life….

Maybe if I had discovered myself earlier, before I had all these pleasant memories when I didn’t know who I really was but was having a good time anyway.

My old friends really think I’m crazy now. They say, “Come on, Mike, you’re crazy. Stop going to college. My carburetor’s starting to go on the blink.” But I explain to these people, “This is the real me, since I found myself.” They back off as though I’ve gone loony.

Who knows. Maybe they’re right.

Nowadays, I just try to keep me to myself, stop having these urges to bill people for my time, and suffer in silence….

Taken from the book, “How to Find Yourself (or a reasonable facsimile).