THE BEAT OF BARCELONA

I'm busy living, experiencing and writing my new novel: The Beat of Barcelona. Also: applying for jobs because until you're recognised way after you ought to be like Bukowski (and a billion others) you still gotta work to write and not the unfathomable versa.

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I always say the cure to writer's block is not believing in it/ living as though you are reading your reality through turns of a page: well, after a mad, glad, bad, sad, rad first year in Barcelona, I am pleased to announce that I'm 30,000 words (and about 50,000 notes) into The Beat of Barcelona. This is my On The Road. This is my Notes of a Dirty Old Man. This is my reinvention of the novel for modernity, millennials and all the motherfuckers who fit in within this bountiful bohemian city because they fitted out elsewhere. It captures the phantasmagoria of people finding their place, purpose and predilections that is day-to-day living in Barcelona: a city that never sleeps but only dreams - that everything is contrast. At thirty, I've grown through floppy disk to cloud, 16-bit to 4k, council estate to campervan, working class rites to otherworldly sites. I am the only person who could write this cross contamination of Cultures, peoples, art, philosophy, history, modernity. I'm the only person who could reinvent the novel like this - and showcase why our publishing industry is antiquated and pompous. I'm the only person in BCN that doesn't have a job, seemingly. So as I fight to write, I'll be applying for work as an English Teacher, a Martial Arts Instructor, and of course, a Writer - whatever that means nowadays. If you're here from LinkedIn or as a prospective employer, then peruse my personality through this site, understand that I'd be an asset to any company (so long as you don't expect a spineless soul seller), hire me, befriend me, pay me, embolden me, possibly be mentioned in my Dedications page as you released me from worrying about poverty, homelessness and how I can write a novel amidst existential crises of having no money and no representation. If you're here for anything else, then it's probably Sancho Panza and I of course can pass on how much you love the little guapito!

 

New Year's Revolutions

VIOLENT EXPRESSION VS THE PLUTOCRACY IV

Here's my latest VE piece that outlines the what's and why's behind us living (surviving) in a Post-Covid/ Post-Capitalism world. Join the revolution.

 

THE LOST AND FOUND

'The Lost and Found: A Contemporary Travelling Thriller of Good, Bad and Bohemian All Pursuing Their Passions - However Pure or Perverse.'

My first novel (I wrote the first draft in Byron Bay four years ago during my global travels), The Lost and Found, is finally out in the wide world that inspired it. 
It's written for all of us working-class travellers so disenfranchised by the lack of franchises representing our modern minds.

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ARTBEAT: THE EKPHRASTIC SPASTIC

A Poetic Cavalcade

My first poetry collection is now available on Amazon in paperback and eBook. If you want a cerebral poetic adventure into the styles and substances that informed me as a writer, fighter and psyche igniter, then please read and enjoy the origins of my spirit in black and white words.

 

BY
AARON FARRELL

He realised he needed an author website.

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I NOW LIVE INSIDE THE INTERNET'S ORIFICES

Oh, Hi Mark

This is my website. There are many like it but this one is mine.


Without me, my website is useless. Without my website, I am useless - or so I'm told because I'm not on social media.


It goes like this: 'Darling, you must have an online presence because all your favourite writers are dead, and they're dead because they lived before the internet. I know it goes against many of your natural instincts - to sell yourself in such sycophantic structures. But it will help much more than your dreary bouts of depression stemming from your obscenely passionate pursuit of your natural borne instincts -- to summon the spirit of all things in black, white (and sometimes pink) words.


Now, darling, go learn how to be a Digital Delores and host a place that you can share your imminent Artbeat: The Ekphrastic Spastic - A Poetic Cavalcade by Aaron Farrell (DONE! LOOK ABOVE). Oh, and of course that working-class-traveller-ode-cum-contemporary-thriller novel you wrote the first draft of in Byron Bay Library over three years ago, The Lost and Found. Tell them who wrote their newly favourite, violently expressed words. Of course, they're...' 


By Aaron Farrell

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“unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.”

Charles Bukowski

 

CONTACT AARON IF YOU WANT TO DISCUSS WRITING, ART, FILMS, GAMES, SKATEBOARDING OR THE METAPHYSICAL CONSTRUCTS OF CONSCIENCE COMPETING WITH THE RAGING FLAMES OF THE INDIVIDUAL SPIRIT.

Thanks for submitting!