Son of a Storyteller
June 2011
51 posts
“The writer is a sort of magician, though deliberately a poor one.”
—Christian Tenbrook
May 2011
63 posts
Busibended
We’ve always wanted
quick,
so here it is:
“Buy this now.”
Play
Umbrellenda
The body in rain,
cleansing itself
only to stroll home
and
shower again.
It had forgotten its umbrella.
Three Little Birds
Bob Marley
Three Little Birds - Bob Marley
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Fuegosomanee
The gasoline darkened the center eight feet of the wooden slats in the bridge, running the length of the thing making a large dividing line between the right and the left of it. As the man stood with the lit match, he could only think one thing.
“Au revoir,” he whispered. The match fell from his hand.
“There is one thing that will not be shaken by the Wind, and that is the very Wind itself.”
—Truth
“That 99% of compulsive thinkers’ thinking is about themselves; that 99% of this self-directed thinking consists of imagining and then getting ready for things that are going to happen to them; and then, weirdly, that if they stop to think about it, that 100% of the things they spend 99% of their time and energy imagining and trying to prepare for all the contingencies and consequences of are never good…In short that 99% of the head’s thinking activity consists of trying to scare the everliving shit out of itself.”
—David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. The best book of all time. If you have a spare 1,400 pages of time….hop on board.
Play
Deranged; From My Former's Tape Recorder
I was sitting on a cotton throne,
with my paper crown,
then the sparks
came
out to in.
Ember holes,
if I remember
right.
Red like,
well,
I guess you’d
know.
Ashes,
on the ground and
falling,
from the ceiling,
suddenly so,
and I was,
a-blitzed.
(burps)
Of course,
the doorway,
swept my eyes,
there.
(weeps)
Oh, damn wind,
it was
what burned them so.
(hands)
He stood,
doorway,
there,
telling me
some
damn
thing.
(shifts)
Though in the
flames
and bittered
ash,
I remember,
sweetly so.
(rains)
It was a
burning
of my sitting,
my hair,
and even
my lips.
Something
was
no longer.
Though,
now,
something was.
It is.
(exits)
“We have not been given a spirit of fear, but of power. If then, fear is present, it is undoubtedly from below.”
—Christian Tenbrook
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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“We clutch desperately to things which should have been left far behind us on the road.”
—Christian Tenbrook
“Everything began to shiver and shake. There were businessmen, professional tough guys, battle scarred patriots: clutching their arm rests with whitened knuckles. I wasted everything in me trying desperately not to scream out, for I knew my voice would vainly echo within the belly of the animal. Against the force I sat, dumbly strapped to a million pounds of metal and flesh. The beast bucked and groaned. It clawed and it whined. Suddenly then, I was flying.”
—Christian Tenbrook above the LAX tarmac
Play
“Well that’s got to be the missing link, with your head inside a kitchen sink. Throw up until you cannot drink, yeah that’s got to be the missing link.”
—Badges and Badges by Manchester Orchestra
Greet
I smoked,
between 3rd and 7th,
and there was a kid.
I hate kids,
now.
Just coffee,
and maybe
whisky too.
Yeah that’s probably it.
Look,
I’m here,
aren’t I?
Dressed and out of bed.
That should be enough.
(I know)
I’ve got things to do,
tomorrow,
I’m sure you
have things to do
too.
So let go of my hand so I can go home
and smoke.
We’re only shaking them
because our fathers did.
I’m sure you
have to smoke too.
