Hell’S Heaven Is Between My Ears: (Or Heaven’S Hell Is Between My Ears)

By Elliott Stein

An old soul trips through its many lives and incarnations trying to escape the present.

When we are born, we still retain the memories of all the lives we lived as well as the afterlife. This remembering slowly fades as we become more and more immersed and trapped in this construct that we call reality or life.

This is the story, told in poetry, connecting narrative and photographs of an old soul beginning its current incarnation. Its the experience of an infinite consciousness struggling to hang on to the memories and many identities of countless lifetimes. This consciousness pieces the different events of his/her former lives and tries to hang on to who he or she really is before forgetting and playing the latest game of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jul 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490750316

Elliott Stein

Originally from New York, Elliott has adopted London as his home for the last thirty years and intends to do so for the next thirty. In addition to being a writer, he is a producer, director and actor in film, TV, radio and theatre. He was the scriptwriter and played the role of The Brooklyn Monk in the absurdist BBC radio drama ROBERT RANKIN’S THE BRIGHTONOMICON starring David Warner and Andy Serkis. His upcoming comedy novel THE BATTERY OPERATED MAGIC TOUPEE is scheduled for publication later in the year.

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© Copyright 2015 Elliott Stein.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

All photographs © 2014 Elliott Stein

Dead Bug On My Toast and Brave All American Fool – © 2014 – Hanging Around Mutating

ISBN:

978-1-4907-5030-9 (sc)

ISBN:

978-1-4907-5032-3 (hc)

ISBN:

978-1-4907-5031-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014919441

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Contents

Introduction

Never Will Always

So Me, So You, So Us

Starbucks Oblivion

Handfast

The Magic Scribble

Dead Bug On My Toast

Electric Blue Suede

Lovers in Disguise

My True Hate

Idiots

At The End Of Time

Ever So Brief

Legion Of The Nameless.

Poem to the Richelou Statue Room- Louve Fri Jan 2001

The Small Man

Corporate On My Knees

Burn It All

Twits

All American Fool

Military Men From The Doomsday Opera

The Courtroom

Novocain Dreams

The Clown

Synthetic Jungle

Is There An Electronic Conspiracy Against Me?

I Love My Knee

The Building

The Fool

To The Estranged But Never-to-be Forgotten

Media Chapter Two

Writing Whore

Ode To Empty Headed

Don’t Be Afraid To Go To Hell

Holiday For Idiots

Lifetime Work: Condensed And Combined

Lifetime Work: Continued And Abused

Night People In Twilight Dreams

Bleeding Inside

Unshaven Fallen Angels

You Know Where Love Has Gone Wrong

End Of Hearts

Platitudes Of The Lonely

sex on mind

Transformation

With You

Thank you

To Landmark:

The magnificent Communication Course Leaders, Forum Leaders, staff and wonderful graduates.

Thank you for the last 30 years. They were great. You were great.

"I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand
times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the 
amplitude of time.

- Walt Whitman

Eternity is a very long time, especially towards the end.

Woody Allen

Introduction

"Life’s a bitch –

and then you write a poem about it"

It’s the bitter cold winter of 1986, I’m a twenty-five year old American living in a dingy room in a grimy house share in Woodgreen, North London. It was a depressing house with miserable view from my window.

Directly across the high street was a Greek butcher with a grotesque, disembodied, pig’s head hanging from a hook in the window. When I looked out my window I was face to