Music to get killed by
Cathi Unsworth (recent pieces at 3:AM by here and here) writes to tell us about her “very fruitful collaboration with my longtime pal Pete Woodhead”, co-composer of the Shaun of the Dead soundtrack: “I particularly liked the process of doing the sound effects with him as if we were working for BBC Radiophonic Workshop. Having […]
take it or leave it, I don’t care
The twenty-three poems and short stories contained here possess a life of their own and yet still manage to morph back into one homogenous mass of bitter-sweet alienation once the book is put down. And it is in the very action of putting down this book when special things begin to happen: there is a distance that allows room for thought and deliberation and any of Kennedy’s idiosyncrasies, which might force a cynical reader to give up, are soon forgotten, as a unique way of looking at the world begins to seep forth.
Lee Rourke wholeheartedly approves of Ellen Kennedy‘s debut collection.
Pink
Frank’s girlfriend was waiting up for him when he got home. She tried not to laugh as she listened to the key scratch and search for the lock. She hated him for staying and drinking at work all night, but she loved the way he talked when he was drunk. He would tell stories and act them out and she would laugh so hard she sometimes even peed a little. She liked him better when he was sober, but she could finally talk with him, instead of to him, when he was drunk. That is, he was responsive when he was drunk. She felt like he was keeping himself to himself when he was sober, but would let go enough to let her in when he’d been drinking. She hated herself for feeling that way, but she was very much in love with him.
By Steve Young.