“Overcoming Early Year Writers’ Inertia & some biographical data & musings about life (a few thoughts about the page & me)

2022 was the second year of published work on this page, & the first full calendar year of posts (The page started posting in Feb 2021).

In order to keep writing during the dry creative spell that naturally occurs during summer (in southern hemisphere) I will write a really easy post about this blog page.

Last year was a good year for this page. The views/hits were up about 30% and the followers up about 50%.

I posted 62 Posts vs 58 in the prior year. Outside the numbers, the highlights of the top of my head were

  • I wrote about 7 short stories & I think I have enough now for an ebook
  • The Poems could also be put into an e-book.
  • I made progress on my Novella “Marcell Atkins the 21st Centuries Brain Chip Hacker” (then half way thru I got into writer’s block as I realised my idea to finish the book was ‘too stock’. But luckily, I think I now have a solution – the main character will turn to ‘the dark side’. This also sounds a bit ‘stock’ but trust me it is less ‘stock’ than the first idea train. So now I must try to finish that remaining 20 000 words or roughly 10 chapters. I’m dreading finishing it. I’m afraid that it’s really really crap. But I must force myself to finish it anyway. I’ll go by the adage “All turds can be polished, and today’s turd may be tomorrows fertilizer”.
  • I wrote a few good songs some were derived from some of the poems, although some were from scratch. This page isn’t a music page, but I thought I’d mention that.
  • The podcast associated with this page was fun, but traffic slowed to a crawl. I think this is because the podcast platform was free & I was supposed to “upgrade to a paid plan” but I didn’t. Or it was to “Whack” and so people dropped off listening. Either way it was great to start a podcast & I have almost hit 50 Episodes (I think we are at Ep 48).
  • Regarding my writing – I am wondering if my depressive ways are a positive or a negative. That dark cloud hovers but I fear that I might be making the world a “worse place” for putting darkness onto a page. If the answer is “Yes” then the only right thing to do is delete everything. That would be hard to do. This is why I realised a good strategy is to always add a “silver lining” of sorts to writing. Perhaps that’s enough to save the writing & my sorry ass.
  • I live in a small town where nothing happens. Of course, that can be good – as this can in theory help production of work due to the ‘lack of distractions’ – but after 6 years of being back here I am worried I have become like a giant elephant attached to a tiny peg in the ground. I want a real friend who also likes writing and flinging ideas around. Not being neurotypical it is very hard being surrounded by ‘normal people’ who only want to talk about house prices all the time.
  • You might want to know I am 45 years Old – I guess this makes me ‘young middle aged’ or an ‘old young person’. I think I have reverted to being 27 since the age of 35. Prior to 35 I tried to be ‘Normal’ & have a ‘career’ etc – this resulted in burn-out & my current state of awareness which is to shun that fake world of false material promises. It’s a lonely existence but at least I’m not living in a cubical battery hen room any more wondering why things never come together. I wouldn’t say I’m happy but for a depressive I think I’m happier than I was back then. I think my life is productive in its own way & I am more content. I think I have got to the point where I could in theory attain something really good with my work.
  • My life is now devoid of women & I am like a monk. This is because women around here don’t really like arty types, & there is no women my age who are into the ‘alternative scene’. If there are – they are more likely that not to be ‘flakes’ that are faking creativity. Oh well, just as well I had a vibrant party life when I was in my 20s & 30’s. It’s ok to be shunned into ‘forced romantic retirement’. I can survive & it is better than a series of insane girlfriends.
  • You might not know it but I lived in Australia from 2005-2016 – I returned to my home town & I feel like that old life in Melbourne is like a ghost that haunts me. Not because it was ‘bad’ but because it is an ‘entity’ that still exists in my mind. I miss a handful of people from those years, & I kinda regret not making some ‘smarter moves’ – ones that would have set me up better. I know regrets are bad, & admitting them is worse but that is the truth & truth is important & powerful on the page. Unfortunately, errors & bad choices in anyone’s past, especially while they are inexperienced in life’s ways – happen because they were always going to. An adult must accept learning comes with failure & vice versa. But early mistakes & their first cousin regret still make poor dinner guests – you accept them politely but this doesn’t mean they don’t annoy you & overstay their welcome. These things that annoy us are a part of our sentence as human beings on this planet. I am no different than anyone else.
  • The above point makes me think how ‘individuality’ is kind of a con – ultimately are we not programmed in only a handful of ways? There is a theory that there are only about 20 different types of people. But we like to think we are ‘one in a million’ – it’s an ego thing. Our parents, classmates, teachers & physical environment (for they are the most important) can only screw us up in a few different ways.
  • I spent 11 years of my 44 in Australia – & I feel at least 25% Australian (adding as an aside).
  • I am annoyed I do not get any feedback from viewers of my page – one day someone will email me at martinantonsmith@gmail.com & tell me either my page ‘sucks’ or “is good”. I’d actually be happy if someone messaged me & said my stuff ‘sucks’. It’s better to have you work insulted than totally ignored. Hopefully this year more followers will happen & more work done & more real-world events I will attend & this will happen.
  • You might be interested that my bike rides in the country help me attain well-being enough to have the motivation to write poems etc. I think arty people ignore their health too much as if it is independent of their ability & longevity to create work. No wonder arty types die early – you can’t ever fool your body’s thermodynamic properties – it needs negative entropy supplies to thrive. Being a ‘stick figure clad in black’ is favoured for an artist, followed a distant second by the ‘pudgy dishevelled look’ – but that’s confirmative bullshit. You can look healthy AND do great arty things. (Clive James is an example that springs to mind – he looked like a rugby player & was well known in the 80s – I struggle to think of other ‘healthy looking well known arty types, which underlines my point).
  • as a “P.s.” to the part where I was talking about “ghosts of the past” – I wonder if the people that haunt me are also haunted by me as well? Mutual hanting seems to be a welcomed thought but also pretty sad as it suggests both parties were never mature enough to tie close ends. We humans can’t handle rejection & it corrupts us no ends – we torture ourselves for it. how ridiculous that is. I’m trying to get better at that. Honesty & forgoing ego should be practised as we age. But I guess the question that revolves in my mind – “Am I a good or bad person” won’t die down any time soon. Sigh.
  • Thank you for reading – attached below is a pic of me taken only a day or two ago. Take care & I hope to write something good soon. (Ah it feels good to have written the first content of 2023! I will celebrate with a beer & 90’s Rock. By The way – I wrote a Poem just after I wrote this so this blog entry – so it doing it worked wonders – read it here if you like https://martinantonsmithart.wordpress.com/2023/01/09/percy-mcwhirter-on-the-margins-of-life// )

(Picture: Scruffy Scruffy Me in 2023)

“Polite 21st Century, Post Pandemic HR Advice For The Job & Interview Hunter – Australian Edition” (Satire/Prose)

By Martin A Smith (Bcom – “Bachelor Of Complaining“) martinantonsmith@gmail.com

None of us like Job Interviews – But let’s face it – You are not a Royal who sneaks cash from your millions of subjugated serfs – you ARE A SERF – so you NEED A JOB FROM THE GLOBAL SOUL SUCK MACHINE. That Housekeeping over let me get right into the nitty gritty. Note this advice is set in the PARIS OF THE SNOUTS aka MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA – But it could be ANY WESTERN CITY – They are all slices of the SAME SH*T SANDWHICH

In general – always remember to always be positive, wise sounding, graceful, strategic & f*cking hilarious during a job interview. As such simply Follow these 11 steps to SUCKCESS & you’ll do AOK.

1. open the door handle with a swift quarter turn – if you push instead of pull don’t keep pushing – this will make the recruiting agent think you suffer from ‘Einsteinian Insanity’ (doing the same thing over & over again & expecting a different result).

2. Congratulations you finally got in the door! Now make good eye contact with the Recruiting officer – don’t overdo it & stare them down like ‘Crocodile Dundee’ did to that Steer in the Outback – 5 seconds is fine – and then break eye contact off, then repeat process.

3. You a can now walk the 5 meters to the chair, again walk with good posture – imagine you have an ironing board strapped to your back, what’s that? You tripped over the ‘not yet rigor mortised’ carcass of the previous employee? Just imagine it was a small dog & kick your heels up in confidant ‘cabaret style’.

4. Ok great – you reached the interviewee seat – but wait, OH NO!!! It’s a tiny Vietnam Street Food style plastic seat! It’s 2ocentimeters high & only covers one chubby Westerners butt cheek! Never mind – simply squat like that seat is your CEO’s seat in your Penthouse Office overlooking that filthy, stinky, sh*t brown colored, Yarra river.

5. Ok now it’s time to shake hands with the Zombie interviewer – don’t let their appearance upset your composure – so what if patches of their hair are falling out, we all age – don’t we?; so what if their rotten eyes bulge as they view your giant university educated brain-holding craniumcan you blame them for wanting to feast on your juicy tangy frontal lobes?; so what if you can smell their maggoty, rotten, half drooping off flesh – can’t they be individuals too? Just smile broadly and say the following “Hi I’m Ann Arky (Or Bob Upindown or Jock Ular etc etc), and I’d make a wonderful modern day “Klaus Schwab Style 4th industrial Revolution Slave” for your ASX 200/300/500 Company – DoneyGiveeAF*ckiebouteeCustermeree Ltd.

5. (Note that there are two ‘Fives’ in this checklist as the World is F*cked Up & so is full of the most risible duplicitous legalistic chicanery) Now that you have That Zombie Skunk F*ckwit Interviewer in front of you all impressed & sharing a black toothless grin – it’s time for you to listen. The Zombifux Interviewer(s) will now speak endless brain-numbing ‘corporate gobbledygook’ for about 17 minutes – don’t worry, just nod and daydream of how in 20 minutes time where you will be – at the Kebab Shop facing the blunt end of a FAT HOUMOUS & LEMON LADEN KEBAB – Near the Beach in St Kilda. If during your tasty daydream the Zombiefux Interviewer suddenly look at you quizzically – simply laugh heartily and say “Well I’ll consider it, I mean I love to help cunstomers, we I mean customers! The hearty laughs will mask your totalised lack of poise & attention.

6. It’s now the end and you have shaken the Zombie’s sweaty, pale, cadaverous hand (Yes, their hand fell off but you handled that with aplomb – simply placing it nonchalantly on the desk in front) and said “I’ll look forward to the weird one-sided slavery document to arrive in my inbox, so as I can sign my soul away to your ruler – Beelzebub – I mean to say I’ll wait for your next stage telephone call or email”.

7. You reach the door – remember to not do the same stupid ‘Einsteinian Insanity trick’ – If you fail at this – not only will they have confirmation you are f*cking insane, but they’ll also know you have a very shitty goldfish type memory.

8. Now get your well-toned deadbeat’s arse down to the St Kilda Kebab Shop, and treat yourself with a post interview dinner – double up on everything so as to allow those lashings of trans fats of help combat the stressful thought that those Zombie f*kwits might actually offer you that Klaus Schwab sponsored, Dictator Dan organised Globalist Fake Carbon Credit Salesman, Soul -Sucking probably Money-Laundering Job.

9. Finish delicious Kebab meal, wipe mouth – run outside & puke in the bin. See Zombie c*nt Interviewers walk by – say to them as you wipe the puke off your face “I guess I’ve got no chance now” feel relieved when thy say “no no no – not at all !!! We are looking for soulless regurgitators with a penchant for impulsivity! You start Monday”

10. Wipe the remaining sputum from your mouth, do a final “mouth puke & swallow” and say *Gulp* Great!!! Can’t wait to start my new life at “WontGiveAF*ckee Intl.” ….then, with horror, you realise you said the wrong company name…before you can correct yourself the Zombie DontGiveAF*Ckee ltd Interviewer (s) say –“Sorry you got our name wrong – We Kunts at DontGiveAF*Ckee ltd may be the “Evil Dead” but we love attention to detail – your f*ckin’ fired”.

11. As you marvel at the fact you have just been fired from a job you had for only 23 seconds, you snap to and throw your hands up crying “easy come easy go”. You about-turn & return to Kebab Shop to celebrate – after all -you didn’t really want that job anyway. . . – You’re more of an ‘Ideas man’ & ‘Entertainer’, than a simple salesman.

(P.s. I hope you enjoyed this Aussie style humour, my dear old Melbournite (& St Kilda) people – written from exile & across the ditch in NZ – Martin A. Smith 23/11/2022 martinantonsmith@gmail.com)

I have updated my Latest Short Story – Please read it – You may like It as it slags off the Faceless Men & Women in Puppetry (i.e Modern Politics).

the link is here:

https://martinantonsmithart.wordpress.com/2022/10/05/the-lucid-dream-of-marcel-smithski-just-another-poor-walter-mitty-of-the-south-seas/

Here is the first few lines to whet your appetite

Marcel Smithski age 29 was definitely a Walter Mitty type character. He was a ‘History buff’, practically spending half his life bumming around musty old urban bookshops hidden down the numerous alleyways of his hometown of Melbourne Australia. He loved the obligatory parts of second-hand book store culture: the smell of the musty books, the nerdy bespectacled & rake thin staff always reading at the cashier desk. He loved the thrill of the chase, of finding that hidden gem such as Steven J Gould, Christopher Hitchens, Bukowski, Orwell, Hawking or Bertrand Russell or any number of the numerous brilliant minds that lined those dusty tall shelves.

After a typical book hunting session, he retired to his bohemian digs in St Kilda. He lived in a weird boarding house built in Edwardian times; it was at base beautiful property but like them all – it was now simply a faded memory of its former self. He continued the second half of his creature of habit ritual -shutting himself away in his room, lying on his bed and beginning a 7-hr read-a-thon. He was perusing his latest great find called “The Great Depression: A Diary by Benjamin Roth – a blow by blow account of the great depression years from the viewpoint of a professional man.

Dear NZ & Australia: Lets Ditch Tall Poppy Syndrome (An Open Letter)

Dear NZ & Australia.

I would like to talk of that awkward subject, that horrible addiction we have, those unhealthily too comfortable mind-shackles we choose to wear:

Tall Poppy Syndrome.

The Problem with NZ & also Australia is that too people are Prisoners of their own Egos,

& they mostly choose to stay with that familiarly uncomfortable, Viper-like, very limiting cocoon.

They then choose to teach their kids how to do this to secure the next generation of misery.

And so on & so forth seemingly until the end of time.

They make this ‘deal with the devil’ to stay this way until the daisies are very much pushed skywards.

That system of blundering dunderheadedness is the basic ingredients of the famed ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’.

I dream that one day this cycle will be broken, & NZ & Australia can embrace its own, rather bully them.

They are usually Bullied into jumping ship, suicide or the more common garden variety solution:

To take an oath of wearing a Calvinist spirit, only hold materialistic & utilitarian views.

In short, they agree to wear that well-worn mask of intellectual Lilliputianism.

Say what you like of America – for all their misgivings, they at least learnt to cut those juvenile shackles off.

NZ & Oz Love To Cut Tall Poppies

For that’s what Tall Poppy syndrome really is – ‘Shackles that Retard the Mind’.

If America did it – then so can we in NZ & Australia, & it can’t come soon enough.

I only hope that unlike America we can achieve Freedom from our shackles Peacefully –

But perhaps to kill off Tall Poppy syndrome you really do need violent revolution & civil wars.

I am a cynic, but I’m not that cynical – We can simply choose to remove our mind-shackles.

We can follow this simple process:

When the natural feeling comes over us to cut the heads off a loud annoying ‘Tall Poppy’,

We must reach into our pocket & read a laminated note that reads:

Don’t Do It.

Do this enough for ourselves & our kids & the “Don’t Do It” note becomes freely available in our heads.

Then The War is Won, & the ‘Mind Shackles’ will be a distant memory of an archaic brutal past.

Then we will have a chance to truly self-actualise.

After all – Is it really much fun being miserable? To go along with a un-reflexive crowd, baying the words ‘WHAT DO WE WANT – MORE MEDIOCRITY’? WHEN DO WE WANT IT – NOW & FOREVER’.

Nor is it joyous to carry placards through the land that say ‘STAY WITHIN YOUR LANE’?

I say to you Ladies & Gentlemen of NZ & Australia

NO IT IS NOT!.

Yours Sincerely Martin Anton Smith (a 44-year-old New Zealander and Ex Melbourne man still trying to cut his shackles – but at least I know they are there and the metal is weakening)