“Are All My Fave Writers Just Chumps?( An Idea/Article/Prose)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

The best art that is thrown up by the system itself,

And described as the best art by the system itself,

Must be of the kind of art that lets out safely the pent up steam in the most discontented heads,

Strongly so but also safely so out of all the true latent Revolutionarys’ minds,

So as to the deflate the risk of a actual Revolution ever happening.

This is a good definition of what is called controlled opposition.

It is the most natural thing to see the following occur:

A Revolutionary Writer or Artist agrees to castrate their ideas & themselves,

Because this is how they can become noticed by the money payers – The Publishers, The Galleries – Society Folk.

The former potential True Revolutionary sighs in giant relief as they grab the long awaited fat cheque.

With cheque -in-hand the former potential Revolutionary knows they have been kept off the street – maybe for life.

No question – It is indeed a big personal payoff.

Of course the creative will keep deluding themselves or lying to others that they are still a potential Revolutionary.

But this has been made impossible by the publishing deal now done & dusted.

For to become known, to become lauded, to become finacially secure –

At some key level the Revolutionary part has to be nixed, neutralised, nullified – signed away with.

And with the artist’s signature now captured in bloody ink, the future Revolution is indefinitely delayed.

The system has won, at least for now.

For the old biblical quote is true:

How can a house stand if it is divided against itself?

The system cannot ever intentianlly promote True Revolutionaries.

This is why by definition all our so called favourite Revolutionary Writers

Orwell, Huxley, Bukowski, P.K. Dick etc etc

Have all been co-opted by the system,

& so used as a Societal-Anti Revolution-Pressure-Release-Device.

These kinds of authers are all true geniuses & will have known this fact to be true.

For them it’s a hard intellectual fact to swallow –

But they wanted to be successful writers not True Revolutionaries.

It’s not an easy fact for us fans to swallow either –

We like to delude ourselves romantically that they were/are True Bona-fide Revoltionaries.

It’s a kind of shared fantasy that us fans self-police amongst ourselves.

Our mainstream success anti heroes are real dammit, if only more people read them the system would change! Let’s drink to the True Revolutionaries!

I’m not telling anyone to stop reading Orwell, Huxley, Bukowski, P.K. Dick et al,

I’m just busting the myth we all happily go along with –

That they are indeed True Revolutionary Writers.

In summary I contend that the adage The pen is mightier than the sword,

Is actually there so the existing power structure stays in power, & is not overthrown.

The True Revolutionary says the sword is mightier than the pen & would never say the reverse.

And incidentily, all the worst (best?) Dictators all had an intuitive knowledge of this.

Despite all their talent for storytelling & warnings Orwell, Huxley, Bukowski, P.K. Dick et al,

Will first & foremost be Anti-Revolution pressure valves – & so also controlled opposition.

Don’t worry – as a massive fan of them – I don’t want to believe it either!

But this doesn’t stop it from being true.

I’ll also keep reading them all with glee –

despite the fact they are all Societal-Anti Revolution – Pressure-Release-Devices or controlled opposition.

All this is why it’s so hard for anyone to be a True Revolutionary.

You can’t just reach for the cheque.

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“We Are at that point now” (A thought/Blog Post)

Has anyone noticed the content on the internet has got really really boring particularly over the last 2 years? All the once interesting stuff has become sanitised & consolidated, profit-ised to the max. In the podcast space there are perhaps 30 mega podcasters. They’ve essentially became like rehashed early 2000s Network TV again.

I think a totally new kind of platform will emerge/is needed – perhaps it might just be growing craze whereby people go back to physical formats? Perhaps we need a Hologram-Net, which springs up from Zero, & we get a decade of growing & improving content.

Perhaps people will stop using the net entirely? I kinda feel like doing that. The net has made “formerly social people” isolate themselves & made them too lazy to connect in person. Pre internet perhaps 10-25% of us were like that, & that was sustainable – but you can’t have 75-90% of people being like that….it’s destroying humanity! I fear that Bukowski’s predictions about this in the early 90’s has become true…where the ‘normal people’ start behaving like artists, only they never create any art…WE ARE AT THAT POINT NOW…..

The question is:

“Can a totally new medium of communication be allowed to be created – or are we only going to have inferior rehashes with poor & disappearing popularity & reach??? Or are we stuck with the TV-ised Internet/Podcast world of 2025 forever??”

Would be interesting to hear readers thoughts on it all….

“Normal Ain’t Good” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

Normal Ain’t Good

Lose your commitment to being “normal”.


Contrary to popular belief,


You’re allowed to be you.

You need no permission slip,

It’s inalienable.

The Ghouls can only temporarily supress you.

Even if they beat you down your whole life.

At the worst – the trapped bird in your heart will sing after you die.

But try not to go that way.

Fend them off early as possible.

Coz what’s Worse than being “Normal?”

I can’t imagine anything worse.

Those guys don’t even know they’re in Prison!

Don’t sell you & your soul out,

To that normie in-group that ain’t cool –

Despite their false backwards land high-school statuses,

They’re just a bunch of literal Ghouls.

And though some do – most never ever change.

They will remain boring straightjacketed normie assholes for eternity.

That saying ‘everyone deserves the face they’ve got at 50″

Is 100% true.

And their faces will show it sooner than that.

Don’t be one of them.

So Let that Bird in your chest sing,

And tell Normie Ghouls to go fuck themselves.

Normal ain’t good.

Normal ain’t cool.

Normal ain’t nothing.

It was probably just blind chance that being a mean asshole somehow became ‘normal’.

So let that bird in your chest sing.

(Regards to Given Bukowski’s Poem ‘Bluebird’).

“Ode to “Chinaski”aka Bukowski (an article)

by Martin Anton Smith

I like to think of myself as a modern day “Chinaski” but less hard drinking & my floozies do not flooze so much. When I was younger, perhaps I was more like him – with a better class of floozie & slightly less wild nights out.

Of course the fictional ‘Chinaski’ was in fact the more than semi-autobiographical ‘alter ego’ of himself – Charles Bukowski. Bukowski the 20th Century San Padro ‘Poet Laurette’ of the “American Gutters”.

It took a while but eventually the writing snobs mostly agreed he was at least somewhat a literary genius; or at absolute worst a semi-historic, partially worthwhile truly original writer. Of course his stuff is amazing, gritty, real, unpolished. He paints with words the underbelly of twentieth century urban America – namely Los Angeles.

I’d like to think I’m like the Chinaski that finally belted out a bachelors degree & the had a crack at being upper middle class, then ditched it out of disgust, picking up a hammer & a rake, & at night – a pen.

This about face with garden tools & pens & blogs serves as my requiem of that fake-ass zombified corporate office scene I was engaged in for a decade and a half. Bukowski is right their are way too many terrible work environments that kill a man’s soul. I’ve seen it & if you’re reading this – you probably have too.

But I’m probably just romanticising Bukowskis mostly horrible life. The guy was clearly deeply depressed. But he said he had never given up for a better life. He had Hope for his writing. Writing was thing that staved away the kinds of suicides that plagued his drinking buddies The drug overdoses & liver failures.

I agree with Buk – ‘Hope’ is so important in a tough life. You can’t live without it, if you try to live without Hope, you can only be actually dead or if you somehow stay alive – you will become the pinhole eyed, shuffling, pale, flabby skinned, disheveled, walking dead. It’s one or the other if you are in the gutters or almost-gutters & you don’t have At least a glimmer of Hope.

I’m like the Chinaski that realised he could easily be an independent contractor instead of a salary slave. I don’t know why Chinaski didn’t realise this.

After all Chinaski could have been an independant cleaner or odd jobs man with ease. But perhaps he would have been too ‘lazy’ to be his own boss.

But Chinaski wasn’t lazy – he had that peculiar form of lazyness – sticking to terrible jobs. But then again he was also harvesting material.

Chinaski’s 11 years in the Post office paid off – he wrote his first published Novel about the misery of it all. I can’t forget his line about one of his colleagues – about how the muscled fit young new guy that slowly lost his self respect & turned to a depressed blob – like every other ‘lifer’ at the Post office. I know what it’s like – I worked for three months at an Australian Post Office – it was basically the same as Buk had described in Post Office.

Without Chinaski type literature, many middle class snobs would never see the reality of urban underclass life: The rooming houses with couples screaming at each other, punching each other. The dive bars & their casual but brutal fights in their back alleyways. Jobs that kill the soul mind & body for slave wages. The evictions the downtrodden faced every other month (yes usually for good reason) .

Through through his personified character ‘ Chinaski’ Buk told of the life of downtrodden drunkard, but he also added the spice of hope – his nightly typewriter & those hours that turned out all those unique gems we get to read or listen too.

His stubbornness eventually paid off when he was 50 – he was offered a stipend by Black sorrow press & he decided to quit the Post office or as he put it to “starve & be happy” Vs stay & be “ dead but full” (something like that anyway).

But Buck’s faith in Hope did pay off. Blow me down if in the last few years of his life in the late 80’s if Hollywood didn’t knock on his door & make a film about it all – ‘Barfly’ was pretty good & was made on a shoestring. Bukowski write the screenplay. Mickey Rourke play him.

Anyway I just thought I’d write a few words about the troubled but great man. I know Not enough Kiwis or Australians know his work. He should probably n fact be loved in both countries – given our tough life heritage on both sides of the Tasman sea.

Sure he was probably an asshole, a sleaze bag, a bad drunk….but he had his good points – he wrote each sentence with real punch & he made things happen through grit & artistic discipline – he was a champion of the liberal arts. If you realise you don’t need to be his best friend to read his stuff – you’ll get the fruits of his labour.

He’s definitely worth a read. I’d start with Post office or maybe Ham on Rye or Factotum.

But beware! Don’t be like me. Don’t glamourised his day to day drunken life too much – least your subconscious mind begin to go to “the track” way too much & you start to kill your liver at a time where you should be doing more gardening.

I wonder what Chinaski’s doing right now? And I wonder if those two places actually exist – did he go to heaven or hell? It’s a fine question, there’s arguments for both sides.

Give him a read or at least watch the movie called ‘barfly’ – last I saw it was till on YouTube.

And for us ‘would be writers’ we should take inspiration that he didn’t make any real headway until he was 50 – but to get that chance he had done the leg work for three decades before. So at the least we ‘would be’s’ need to keep writing regularly. Our time could still in theory ‘happen’. We’re putting ourselves ‘in the game’. Let’s keep writing @ take Bukowski’s advice: write each sentence with punch.

“Smoke, Mirrors & Bad Medicine: The ‘Internal Logic’ That Don’t Make Sense- ” (An Essay)

by Martin Anton Smith

Ok I’m writing this introduction after I’ve already written the body of the essay below. For some reason, I started writing about this thing called “internal logic”. And I might be re-defining the term. I don’t know why I chose this topic – this is the beauty of writing – the words seem to just fall out of the sky. I know that’s cliche – but it is true of the best writing that can be done (or any creative endeavor I guess).

I’m sure the reason is that all that is happening (words/ideas flowing from seemingly nowhere) is that your subconscious has been working on an interesting…let’s call it a ‘proto- thought’…& when your subconscious deems it’s done the neccessary & wants to give birth to the idea to the world – it spews it forward into your executive functioning ‘outside world’ orientated brain – & hopefully onto a page or screen.

[Sidebar: *Psshht* that’s the sound of me opening a beer as I proof read this finished essay. A drink makes all this easier – as does music – I’m listening to ‘Mother Love Bone’ the short lived Seatle grunge/rock fusion band. The lead singer Andy Wood was an amazing talent who tragically had too many drugs – a typically sad rock cliche, but at least in terms of music, one very good if not great album was produced. And on that matter: ‘Escaping’ via easily available illegal drugs is folly – the fact they are so readilly available suggests this is actually a very conformist way to act. if he’d lived longer Andy Wood may have twigged that in an mostly un-free world (like the big music biz), you can’t escape by conforming. This is why when you think about it, all those ‘tragic’ cliche celebrity deaths are semi-planned by the industry & wider culture itself. After all – more records are sold that way. – M.S.]

Anyway I don’t want to get stuck on the mysteries of the ‘writing process’ too much here. It’s not that kind of an essay. So back to the subject matter – ‘internal logic’.

So what I will be talking about with the concept of internal logic, is about how no matter how mad something can be – let’s say the classic example of an organisation bound by paperwork (or nowadays emails & computer word files) & bureacracy. Given that these places essentially exist in what in truth is really a ‘simulated reality’, they can get very irrational. Anything grounded in the real connot go off script too much – that’s impossible by definition. This is more easily noticed by someone who is more connected, or more correctly, wedded to reality by nature of their profession – say a brick layer or a carpenter.

[Sidebar: I’m still proof reading & here is another extra thought: Another more gruesome example of the concept is that of how the Nazi’s increased their efforts – that is their scarce resources – in the extermination of the Jews in the concentration camps. This seems strange given that after 1943 Germany was losing the war, which was now being fought on multiple fronts. Logic said that given Germany wanted to win the war – it would have been wiser to either use the Jews to help the war effort – such as produce weapons in factories etc. But the reality was that to do this Hitler would have been defying his own internal logic. Hitlers ‘prime aim’ was to kill as many Jews as possible – not to win the World War.

I think Hitler knew deep down that he would not win the War from the moment it was declared. . .& as such the main aim was & would always be the extermination of as many Jews as possible in as small amount of time. Thus Hitler’s internal logic was not contridicted at all, even though he diverted core war resources from the front in doing so.

Personally, I don’t think Hitler ever really thought he would win that war, so the gruesome actions I’ve discussed were likely simply his internally logical cold, cost benefit analysis. Yes Evil is real, & Hitler was so evil it makes you think theres a good chance what happened was a supernatural phenomenon. To me it’s almost like how could it not be? – M.S.]

Someone who has a job that is moving & transforming real things can’t by neccessity engage in the madness of the bureau. An builder can’t for example say to the investors “Building has become far too masculine since Ramses the Great, & as such I’m building this 100 floor skyscraper purely out of co-joined daiseys”. But a bureaucrat can entertain the same kind of folly & not only get away with it, but be given a knight or damehood or any number of financial & non financial accolades. They do this by sleight of hand, sophistry & chicanery – of all the different classes bureaucrats, it is naturally the Politicians (govt. & NGO’s) & Mega Corporation CEO’s & their major shareholders (For they are by neccessity, Politicians as well) that are the best at this.

I could list any number of examples of these types – but let’s just list a few (& I have knick-name-ised them to beat the censors, as you do in wartime) names from the post 2020-2022 era: Dr Slouchi – Bill Doors – Jacinda Hardened – Justin Un-Trudeau- Klaus SS Schwab. For these types & their like are our modern comic-book villains who have become all too real. These real-life-comic-villains all got lauded for their total madness, & wrongheadedness & civic destruction edicts.

But why were they so lauded? Well, it was an example of the monster of internal logic. The system that was in place, bolstered by a bought & paid band of crony journalist army had a theoretical framework that had a certain internal logic to it. The internal logic was this false premise:

That thing they created in the lab to combat that thing that was also almost certainly also created in a gain-of-function research lab, was a not a dud & actually worked.

Once they had a commitment to believing this falsity – they built a whole house of cards around propping it up – including lockdowns & attacking free speech. The gang had its own internal logic that informed all the stupid democracy & ecomonically destructive eddicts, no matter how bad things became. As I eluded to with the Bricklayer/Carpenter reference – If viruses were actually as big as marbles, we would be able to see exactly what was happening, & all the wild ideas would never have been able to be foistered by the Politicians onto the mases – they’d be laughed at as much as the builder was who told his investors that he wanted to build a skyscraper made entirely from co-joined daisees.

Internal logic is a funny thing – if you let yourself get too wrapped up in it, pretty soon you too will brainwash yourself into thinking you’re not working in a madhouse. . . & once you’ve crossed that rubicon, that’s when they’ve really got you by the balls. . .pretty soon you’ll even convince yourself if you climb the next rung of the corporate or governmental ladder this time will be different from all the others this time you’ll be happy. Look at the faces of these people that hold these beliefs – they are not happy, & they get much more unhappy & mean looking with age.

These things I talk of have happened a few billion times since the dawn of man – yes there is indeed nothing new under the sun. Everything nowadays just has different veneer painted over it.

Yes, once in the grips of internal logic, pretty soon you’ll be married to a prick, or a bitch, pay forty percent income tax & have a massive mortgage, have assholes for friends & forever be hanging out for the weekend, or your measly two, three, or if your lucky – a massive four weeks holiday. This is just garden variety stuff – we who are lucky enough to have eyes to see, see it everywhere.

Shackled with the high fever of internal logic – you see a mirage of security, yet in truth the generals rank of internal logic global military could fire you tomorrow, in the next few hours, or even in less than three second’s time.

Spend enough time around the Black Widow that spins the web called internal logic, and so they’ve bought your soul. Worse – you’ve agreed to willingly sell it. Then with your weak-to-none defences down, she’s got you straitjacketed in her web. She’s about to sink her fangs into you. She won’t do you a favour & end it all quickly….oh no no no no! – She’ll take a sip of you every night for eternity. You snooze you lose – that’s just the way it goes.

The demons of internal logic will own your very being freehold until someone who saves schmucks like you shows pity on your sorry ass & rips up that life-contract on your behalf.

Yes sir-ee internal logic is the biggest trick of the madhouse. Don’t fall for it before it’s too late. Those slimey guys selling you the internal logic of the madhouse sell billions of souls for a dime a pop. Aren’t you, glorious you worth more than a dime? Even a total asshole is worth a lot more than that, and even then they’d bargain for it.

Internal logic it’s out there hiding in plain sight, convincing everybody it doesn’t exist. This is why people in madhouses & in offices both think they’re sane, despite the madness that surrounds them. At least the literal madhouse kind is more honest, with a higher chance you’ll one day get out – after all madhouses at least all have limited capacities.

It goes without saying that most people will hate to hear these words – they like to pretend that their lives aren’t totally fucked up beyond remit. They’ll get worked up about a tiny stain on a carpet, but for something like sellign their soul to a modern shyster-demon-in-a-suit, they’ll happily look the other way.

And so I leave you with this witty rejoinder which is a twist on an old theme:

People – can’t live with ’em, can’t build a time machine & hand victory to the plucky pragmatic Neanderthals.

But in closing I’ll let in on a little secret that I alluded to earlier: I’m really an optimist. I actually truly believe someone great will break you outa this mess. Call it a hunch. This belief defies logic. I won’t say I feel it to be true – for this will imply I’m an emotion flake. It’s more correct for me to say this:

I envisage this to be true.

So as Chevy Chase once said to his family in that classic 1980’s Xmas movie (that I forget the title to – was it National Lampoons Xmas Vacation?):

“Were gonna be the happiest bunch of assholes that ever lived!

Well at the very least, a few of us might just be.

Ok so at the end of my intro – I said I’d be back for some closing remarks – so here I am. I guess this is a good chance to say why do I think I wrote this? Some (I hope) will call it Revolutionary Writing. Thomas Paine eat your heart out! Well yes these words did just fall out of the sky, like the rain droplets of a sun shower while on an afternoon stroll – BUT to make more concrete guesses , I might say that at my advanced age of forty-six, I’m more interested in Truth, spelt with a capital T.

Perhaps this is just a run-of-the-mill middle age intellectual orientation – but I’m not sure exactly how run-of-the-mill that actually is? Might it not be that most middle aged & above have hemmed themselves into their internal logic of a ‘on paper well organised life’?

If the truth of the madness actually jumped off the paper & into real life – this could lead to a total psycological melt-down. The madness of this kind of life which has been buried in their psyce so heavilly, bolstered by that particulal life’s internal logic system, surely has to stay till death for most people afflicted by the ailment. If all the Truth finally came out like a Yellowstone geyser into the conscious brain It would conjure an epiphany that they’d wasted their best years on a total mirage.

Lets call a spade a spade: Does not the worst of the “Corporate world” – i.e. the “Mega Corporations” rely on the repression of the Truth via the propaganda that is the phenomena of internal logic? Which has particularly taken over the prior world since the 1970s. Priorly the situation was that marked by genuine competition of the millions of small to medium companies. I mean – why else would someone waste their lives creating the unholy, unhalthy crap that is produced by mega corporates?

Basically it’s all about Stockholm Syndrome. Someone working for a Mega-Corporate (or a Monopoly like that thing we call the ‘Government’) or a smaller company that thinks like a Mega Corporate has Stockholm Syndrome – they’ve fallen in love with their captors. The words someone says while living under this ailment are the epitets of what I’m calling internal logic – which is at base just the cultural programming of the captor. The aim is so that the victim doesn’t even know they are held captive, thus they won’t want to actually escape. Then the piramid scheme economy that is created & run by the Mega Corporates stays intact & ideally thrives.

I’ll end with this classic Bukowski quote – which descibes what I’ve been taking about perfectly:

“People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.”

― Charles Bukowski

Bukowski was dead right – & the reason no one breaks out of the situation is becasue of the brainwashing that is internal logic as evidenced when the Stocholm Syndrome sufferer says things like “If I work another five years here at this Mega Corporation, I’ll be able to earn X, then I’ll be able to live in Suburb Y, then I’ll be able to hang out with the ‘in crowd’, Z”. When someone says or thinks that, they’ve invariably sacrificed their entire lives to a scammer, as Bukowski astutely summarised in his quote.

So if you ever catch yourself talking like that – you’ll know that you are a prisoner spiting the empty platitudes, which is the embodiment of the internal logic or the programming – of the pirimid scheme that is run for & by the mega corporation economy. Once you realise that you have become a zombie to these crooks – now your first priority is the need to work on breaking free from your captors – to massively understate it – they are not your friends. Don’t ever let yourself demand your own imprisonment again.

For that is why we have the world we have in 2024, most people havent broken free of their captors.

I hope a few people who read this end up being free from their captors.

If you can read it – then we still have that slowly-becoming-extinct thing called free speech. If we don’t wisen up, perhaps in ten years no one will be able to talk or even think about anything freely or independantly. Free speech & thought could be gone forever. Orwells vision of the dystopian future in the book called 1984 (read it while you can) – will have been fully implementated into society.

We’ll know we have collectively broken free of our slavery when the Mega Corporations are no longer running the earth-prison usually just lazily called the “economy”. There will be a lot less badly made useless, easily broken, unhealthy crap on offer. You’ll see a lot more smaller, often owner operated companies pop up, & they won’t be killed off by a mega corporate within a couple of years. Depression & anxiety will plummet, and no one will be chugging those poisonous, mind & body destroying Big-Pharma pills.

[P.s. Like the famous ‘post quantum selection experiment’, I can feel the Patriots of the distant future read these words. This would mean we were ultimately victorious in our efforts. Perhaps I’ll meet a time traveller from the future, disguised badly as someone from my timeline? Or am I just like Corporal Jones in that great Brit comedy of yesteryear called ‘Dad’s Army’ – once again delving into the realms of fantasy. Maybe. Maybe not?.]

The End

“The Feminists & Bukowski” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

The Femminists hate Bukowski.

But they secretly read his books in the book store,

making sure not to tell anyone.

But all the bookstore owners know their game –

& I am one of those bookstore owners.

In the end as they age –

The Feminists all end up marrying a ‘Bukowski-like-guy’.

After all,

‘People always get what they can have’

You see I was not correct to say “The Feminists hate Bukowski”

I should have said this:

“The Feminists Love to hate Bukowski”

And by marrying a Bukowski-like-guy,

The Feminist can have lifetime-job-security –

She can talk to, eat with & even fuck the object of her derision –

She as a crazy feminist loves being hitched to an ‘unsolvable problem’

The ‘unsolvable problem’ that is her “Bukowski-like-guy”.

I now command you to read the first half of Bukowski’s “Woman” –

Unlike life – The second half is a repetition of the first.

Deep down, surely the Feminists have to at least respect Buk’s complete honesty.

I mean that is a truly rare thing,

As much on the written page as it is in Life.

P.s. As an aside I lied about being a book store owner –

If only I was, I’d finally be happy!

But then again have you ever seen a happy book store owner?

I am not so sure.

Perhaps it’s because of the –

“the more you know – the more you know what you don’t know” effect.

Either that or they are just slowly going broke –

Which incidentily is a favourite topic in Bukowski’s work.

“Fat, Aging, Bald Ugly, Recently Divorced With a Shitty Job – We Got This”(A Poem)

The heat was searing & so a swim in the nearby river was mandatory

I prefer to swim alone, I enjoy the amplified solitude of the cool rippling water

There’s nothing like jumping in & floating downstream for extended few minutes

If you get your float technique right, it’s as close to a “floating in space’ feeling as you’ll get.

Of course, the enjoyment is guaranteed to dissipate as you pass by the townsfolk.

The first townsfolk are teenage boys by the waterside trees – the yell “what are you doing”?

I say nothing but think “What do you think I’m doing – baking a cake?”

Next townsfolk – a fat guy with jet boat & three under 5’s with a big soda bottle

Nothing says townsfolk than having & using a jetboat over – regularly

Good on them for having fun, I’m just pointing out their extreme lack of originality –

But then again if they did something with original thought – they wouldn’t be townsfolk.

I’m guilty of sounding like a total snob here, so shame on me – let’s all agree on that.

And I have to also Posit that it is probably residual ‘worldliness’ that has still contaminated me.

That said – Now let me continue – where was I? Oh yes – the Townsfolk/Normie nexus.

Of course – I am also to blame for being in normie habitats –

Yes – you get meat from the butcher, Milk from the milkman & NPC crap from normies.

But wouldn’t it be cool if one day a normie on a jet boat picks up his beer-

swigs it down whole & then picks up Bukowski’s ‘Ham on Rye’?

If I ever see that I know that I must be dead already.

By now I sit on the seat in the public boat ramp area.

I’m nicely cool but am quickly drying out.

There is car with 2 guys wolfing down fried chicken like it’s their last meal before the gallows.

I thought to myself – why don’t you at least sit on the nice sunny empty picnic tables?

I guess it’s a sign that they are SSYFTNPC’s

STOCK STANDARD YOUNG FOREIGN TRAVELLING NON-PLAYING CHARACTERS

Time to leave – I do the town circuit home – by foot.

I get Fried Chicken & a Coffee on the return trip to my typewriter, which is also a computer.

If Hitler loved Fried Chicken no one would stop eating it – before, during & after the War.

Yes, It was a nice hour & a half or so – you don’t want to do these things all day –

It’s best as a refresher, as an antidote to anxiety or worries or boredom.

This town don’t have much social life – but it does have the outdoors & good weather.

Even the NPC’s know that enjoying the outdoors & good weather is a no brainer.

You’d be a fool to refuse it when it’s served up to you at no price.

A shitty town with great nature attractions is by definition not a shitty town.

In fact I should mount a campaign to make last line as my towns new slogan.

Said three times & plasted as the arrival sign for incoming travellers.

So back to my main theme…I guess I now have a title for this Poem:

“Swimming, Beer & Sunshine – Loved By Hack Poets & Bogans Alike”

Sorry – I forgot to tell you that I chugged some cold beers before & after my soiree.

If a man has nothing – at least he’ll always have some beers.

Now that’s a good advertising slogan.

or the more particular version:

“Fat, Aging, Bald, Ugly, Recently Divorced With a Shitty Job – We Got This”

But then it will never catch on – after all the World hates the Truth doesn’t it?

But it’s certainly good enough to make it to the new title of this Poem.

Now It’s Time This jaded old fool had a beer.

“PapWars” (A Poem)

Wow It’s Been A Week Since The Last Post

And I’m Not Talking About World War One

That Was More Than A Century Ago

I Didn’t Attend That Soiree

But I Hear It Was A Real Blast

But Enough About War & All It’s Gore

Let’s Talk About Happy Things

I’m Sorry I Must Be Slipping

Happy things Aren’t Interesting

Unless Of Course, It’s “Twisted Happy Things”

Like An Alcoholic Who Has No Cash

& is Going Crazy & Has No Beer

And Has Had None For 3 Days

And Then He Moves The Couch Over A Little

And Finds A Solitary Beer Underneath It

He Notices the Glint Of The Beer Can

& A Twisted Happiness Rolls Across

His Shabby Mug

That’s The Kind Of Happiness I Like To Write About

I’ll Leave The Rich Upper- Middleclass

Who Do Not Know Struggle Or Poverty

to Write About The Dull Meaningless Kinds Of Fake Happiness

That they Are So Addicted To Crapping Out

They Write Stuff Like This

“Oh Steven! I Can’t Believe How Lucky You Were

To Win That Free BMW At The Club Yesterday – Oh Joy”

The Reason That Pap gets Published Is The Boring

And the Rich Are Too Well Networked

To The “Gatekeepers” – Their Friends Who Also

Do Not Know Struggle Or Poverty Either

& Thus Want To Publish That Pap

Give Me “Bukowski” Like Writing Any Day!

Yes He Was A jerk So I Hear

But He Wrote Of Toil & Desperation

The Stuff About 90% Of us See Every Day

But It Is Almost Never Celebrated Or Described.

The Pap Peddlers Of The Mainstream Press

Make It Their Job To Post Their Rich Friends Pap

“Wendy, I Thought You Remembered We Were Going

Out Dancing Tonight – How Could You Forget My Birthday”

Dear Oh Dear Oh Dear Oh Dear

I Have A Good Term For This Kind Of Writing, & Mass Publishing

I Call It “PapWars”

Stay Right Away From It.

Papwars Will End Up Killing Us All.