“Losing a Chuck-Phone (Temporarily?)” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Twas an Interesting Day

The Constant Dense Fog Has Set In

No Sunlight For Weeks

& I Mean Weeks

With At Least A Month to Go

The Town Is In Constant Low Light

Like A Drinkign Den

Perhaps 1/3 The Normal Lumens Factor

So People Should Look Less Ugly – In Theory

Today In My Building Work I Crawled

Under A House On Piles

Avoiding The Rat Piss Where Needed

But Failing At Least Half The Time

Crawling Over & Under Low Beams

In True Guerilla Warfare Fashion

Then As I Was Going To Lunch In My Beastly Car

A Stupid Traveller Thought The Two Way Road

That Is A Duel House Driveway & Public River Access

Was A One Way Road

The Head On Was Narrowly Averted

I Get Home

Where’s My Phone?

I Call It

It’s Not In My Car

It’s Not In My Room

It’s Under The F*cking House Somewhere

On The Jobsite

The Lesson to Be Learnt:

When You Crawl Under A House

You Lose Most Of What’s In Your Pockets

No Matter How Hard You Try To Avoid It

This Is Also Why Cell Phones Are Sh*t

You’re Always Worried About Losing Them

& It’s Just A Matter Of Time Until You Do

Lucky This Phone Is Just A “Chuck Phone”

Made To Not Give A Sh*t About

But Then I Must Care A Little

As I’ve Written A Poem About It.

“The Drunken Everyman’s Beer Hall Putsch”(A Poem)

Sargeant Schwearing Wore A Big Moustache

And Wore It With Panache

But Alas this Man Was Too Bitter

And Rumoured a Distant Cousin Of Hitler!

He Would Come To My Bar

In A Volkswagon Beetle

He Would Pull Up A Pew

And a Regular Diatribe He Would Spew

I Will Now Recount The Story

In All Of Its Glory

Sargeant Schwaring Why Are You Swearing?

Is It Your Crap Job Or Nagging Wife

Or Too Tight Underwear You’re Wearing?

Or Is It The Weather, Or That Wild Dog

That On Your Paper-Round is Appearing?

Is It The Snob Next Door

Who Laughs Coz You’re Poor

Yet Cannot Afford To Fix His Own Door?

Is It The Politician Who Taxes You Silly

And Gives It To the Truely Rich

Or Is It Your Supervisor Who Of You Loves To Snitch?

Sargeant Scwearing Your Life’s A Hard One

With Virtually No Fun

Your Destiny’s Full Of Road-Blocks

And You Chew On Last Weeks Hog Hocks

You Live In Men’s Hostel Accommodation

With The Spirits Of Damnation

But Surely Soon Your Luck Will Turn

And Of Those Starry Nights You Yearn

You Will Ride Into the Sun

While Holding a Sugary Bun

Your Wife Will No Longer Nagg

Having been “Surgically Reverse De-Hagged”

The Money Will Flow

You’ll Be Revered For Things You Don’t Know

Men Will March In Your Honour

Unwitting That You’ve Made Them All A Gone-er

Oh My!, Sargeant Schwearing!, The Silver Lining Is Here!

So Now Celebrate It, & Swig Your German Beer!

That’s It Swig the Stein Down

All Over Your Army Fatigue Gown!

The Govt Spy Was Watching & Waiting

While You Were Gesticulating

He Pounced, You Flounced & He Said

“You’ve Had Too Much Drink

You’re Arrested, Arrested Big!

I’m Throwing You In The Clink!”

And now Your Oasis Has Turned to Dust

You Snatched Defeat From Certain Victory

Hmmm….It Kinda Of Reminds Me Of Distant History

Of This “Unfair Punishment”, You’ve Turned Three Shades Of Blue

And Now You Rot In Prison & Do Angrily Stew

Sargeant Schwearing I Can Only Assume

Is This Belated Payback For World War Two?

What’s That Sargeant? I Stabbed You In The Sack?

By Serving That Bavarian Beer You Happily Through Back?

Oh Schwearing, Of You, I Am Not A Believer

I Merely Pull Beers At The ‘Bertrunkener Biber’ – The Drunken Beaver

Oh Schwearing – My Dear Fellow

I’ll Ignore Your Shameful Bellow

Your Letters Get No Better

Of Prison Shackles Your Words Unfetter

But Sargeant Schwearing – You Lost Fair & Square

You Wanted The Beer – That Tasty Brew

Now I Suggest You Go Fester & Plan

The Outbreak Of World War Three,

My Little Man.

But I admit – You Do Entertain Us Very Mutch

In Your Nightly Performance Of Verbal Slush

You Might Even Call It

“The Drunken Everyman’s Beer Hall Putsch”.

“Are We Ready For The AI Onslaught? Is This A War Humans Can Win? Or Are We Blind To See Future Alternative Timelines?” (A Creative Essay)

“Are We Ready For The AI Onslaught? Is This A War Humans Can Win? Or Are We Blind To See Future Alternative Timelines?” (A Creative Essay)

by Martin Anton Smith III, New Zealand.  

(Editor’s Note: Martin Anton Smith III is a Founding member of “Future & Present Danger Of AI In War & Work Institute” (FUPDAIWI) – The Thinktank based in the Mountains of the Southern Alps in the South Island Of NZ, & soon holding a “War & Economy” conference safely inside a mountain ensconced venue in the alpine resort of Queenstown NZ – weather permitting. in this article he outlines a prescription to avoid being a casualty of the future AI dominated Earthscape set to hit with vengeance in 2025 – far earlier than most people predict. While many conservatives may find this article ‘hard to swallow’, we strongly recommend you consider becoming physically stronger & more creative as a career hedge. Please email him directly at martinantonsmith@gmail.com regarding the conference or any other queries – Edward I. Sez – EDITOR of “FutureAI For Business & War Magazine”(who will publish an exclusive sequel to this article shortly).)

The following prose blends truth & fiction together interchangeably. The reader must decide what is truth & what is fiction & what is satire. This is of course a theme we have to deal with in our new world, which has emerged in force from prior more reasonable times.

As to when it became clear times had changed – one could mention the year 2001 or 2008 or 2016 or even perhaps as late as 2020. I prefer to think in regards to this question in the metaphor of a person emerging from swimming in the sea – initially you can only se there head, then as they return to the beach you see their torso & when they leave the water you see the entire body.

But to continue with the beach swimmer analogy – once they are out of the surf they are free to do a wide array of totally different things from just wading through water – they may run along the beach, they may have a party with a BBQ, they may jump in their SUV & drive to the next beach etc. This is us now – emerged from predictability & our path is about to crystallise into one of many distinct options.

I believe the world has entered a dramatic tipping point. I think anyone over the age of 30 realises this intuitively. We have Wars, Propaganda, Politicians not only ignoring democracy at will, but saddling up to a wide array of shady corporate & faux NGO leaders. Madness has become quite normal, in our now quite unhinged Western culture.

So, we are in a tipping point. Let me now enter a guess & predict game of what that may look like. It may seem ridiculous what I will say – but that is the point – we are in strange times & so what will happen may be crazy & also the real reality. Let me now change gear.

It Is Now T-Minus 751 days (a little more than 2 years) until The Business Community starts to en-masse regret not using more Ai in hiring decisions. A world dominated by AI Employees is actually arguably a natural progression of its precursor state – of decades old software automation & centuries old robotics in factory production.

But the lack of social guidelines means a lack of common sense in regulating AI so it doesn’t take all the good jobs, or most of them.

So our immaturity means the AI bull is free to potentially destroy the ‘China shop’ that is our work & private lives & our public lives too.

Assuming AI employees ramp upwards unhindered – his will mean “peak human employee” will have finally been reached within a matter of months. Once this shift/tipping point has played out I predict 50-75% of all current corporate & “office jobs” will no longer be available for non-AI based entities (formerly known as “Human Beings”).

And so what of practical solutions? What could an administrator do to improve his chances vs an AI usurper?

Rather than be like the “Wheelright of Yesteryear” in the late 19th & Early 20th Centuries who ignored the combustion engine to his unemployed doom – you can definitely prepare now.

I will cut to the chase & tell you the most important facts – & afterwards I will close with some final thoughts (some of you will think I get far too silly -but remember some of this is satire some truth & some fiction – & where the boundaries lie isn’t actually entirely clear to even me).

You must do the following to compete & enter those economies & industries more resilient to AI Employee Saturation

(AES)

– Become more genuinely creative in multiple disciplines

– Improve your ability to do physical work & rethink your view of the Trades as these skills cannot be replaced by AI cybernetic organisms for the foreseeable future

-Know that if you have mathematical/logical based job you are also in the firing line if creativity/physical labour is not also a major component (e.g. Accountants/Bookkeepers/Admin – this is already happening via companies such as ZERO)

– Military or Military-like skills (Advanced Health & Strength, Stoicism & True Leadership) will be more highly sought after as Society again moves towards a War Economy

– Improve you emotional IQ as this becomes key to unlocking your pathway to personal, professional & military outcomes.

– Reduce dependence on pharmaceuticals Class A Drugs & Alcohol (namely the Corporate Helper aka SSRI’s). Very soon people who have a long-term history of low pharmaceuticals & alcohol abuse will be seen via the Worldwide AI-based monitoring system (Similar to the Chinese social credit system) & headhunted by businesses.

– Allow yourself to combat your cognitive dissonance that will keep you from moving to the next phase of human development whereby the main skill is successfully defending your employment from AI via using a Militaristic Multiskilled Creative Leadership & kinetic IQ & High EQ approach (Soon to be known as your MILMULCK-IQ/EQ score by Employers)

– Correct your poor depressive Corporate BODY LANGUAGE profile as AI surveillance (& so Employers) will certainly use this as BLACK LIST ITEM, stopping you from non-basic AI servicing employment

– Work on cultivating a ‘good sense of humour’ as all workplaces will have at least 5% of roles that are essentially the same as the “Court Jester” in Feudal times.

While the above critical survival skills for the “Human Employee Singularity Event” may seem revolutionary & unbelievable to you now – you must fight this emotional feeling so as you can re-program yourself to prosper & survive post 2025. This is a world where AI & AI Cybernetic & AI Robots have fully jumped off the sci-fi screen & into the reality of day-to-day work & life on Earth.

Unfortunately, the year 2025 there will be no distinct “welfare society” – which has up until now, acted as a safety net for Human Beings. By 2025 The world will be simultaneously be in a Great Depression, A Third World War & A ‘Rise Of The Machines’ Terminator-style AI takeover of the ‘Employment World’ & the adjoining Global & National Economies & Military environments.

There is no easy way to say the next sentence.

This will unfortunately mean that for those who have low MILMULCK scores will be sent to service the AI Military Soldiers who fight on the global battlefields of WW3 – They will serve not as “AI Paramedics” (as AI will do this itself) – but as ‘Human Sheilds’.

The only benefit to being a “Human Sheild For AI Soldiers” is that when hit by the Concentrated EMP Blast Lazer Ordinance (CEBLO) from the enemy AI Soldiers – you will instantly vapourised into carbonized nano-particles & thus be taken away with the slightest microscopic breeze.

Of this fateful future knowledge of a possible laser -based demise, you can rest easy knowing that you helped your higher functioning superior AI entity, that is on your side, directly fighting WW3, & managing the economy far beyond what you & your fellow bumbling Low-MILMULCK score friends & colleagues ever would.

For those who heed my warning you can relax. You will work hard to raise your MILMULCK score from now (2023) to the outbreak of Human Vs AI Singularity Event in late 2025 (or to those already in the know – HUVAISE ’25). This will guarantee you a critical & long-term place in the dystopian post ‘AI Singularity’ world.

For those perhaps of you who are vapourised as human shields on the WW3 battlefronts – don’t say I didn’t warn you – I implore you to leave your arrogance behind, realise you have by two years left to prepare for HUVAISE & WW3 – both an Economic & Military War – raise your MILMULCK score.

I repeat RAISE YOUR MILMULCK SCORE!

Don’t be caught out & be just another un-needed un-creative, undexterous, arrogant & humourless Accountant, Lawyer or Politician – vapourised by an enemy AI Soldier’s CEBLO gun, on the battlefront of WW3 & your ashes scattered into the wind and to the four corners of the Earth.

You could just do nothing & let the winds of destiny wash over you – and I wouldn’t blame anyone for this – especially if you are over 50, it’s very hard to have the mental & physical energy to change at all after 50 (or even 40 for that matter.

What will be is what will be, but people shouldn’t be so silly to think that the AI revolution won’t change everything about how we live our lives, if not by 2025 then surely by 2040. There might not be 75% human unemployment & our slavery as human shields for AI robots in a Terminator-like WW3 may be wildly overblown – yes we might have our lives turned into greyness in a whimper like fashion rather than a bang – but isn’t that almost more of a tragedy than the big bang?

At least with chaos can eventually come order – perhaps just perhaps we would win a WW3 against the rampaging AI & then the impetus would be there to courageously set up a good post war society for us all.

We should not look forward to AI slowly grinding us down, in similar fashion to how over 20 year employees went from having no email to having hundreds of them, mostly mindless requests & choosing to go along with a ruined, less personable work day

Given the fact we have so readily become slaves to earlier less intelligent but very annoying technology – I don’t have much hope for us banding together & having a worldwide grassroots project to avert AI taking over the Earth – but even so we should at least try & fail than not try at all.

I guess the easiest thing to do is for people to talk about the threats of AI over the office water cooler- that’s an achievable mission – for now.

THE END

“The Terminator & You: A Real-Life Problem” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith MARTINANTONSMITH@GMAIL.COM

Always remember

You Were Designed To Work With Your Hands.

You Are Here in The Year 2023

Because You Have Forgotten Much.

All Computer Work Is Now At Risk

Where Will AI be in 5 Years?

Will It Hire You In 10 years?

Only If You Are A Carpenter

Or A Cleaner?

Or A Craftsman?

Will AI be Your Friend?

Or Your Worse Enemy?

It Scored 90% On The Bar Exam

It Does Accounting In Nanoseconds

It’s Better Than You At Maths & Physics

Your Memory Is That Of An Ant

Automation Has Killed Many Jobs Already

You Could Prepare

& Relearn That Dormant Skill

To Work With Both Brains & Hands

Nurture You Creativity

You Must Prepare For 2029

Skynet Is Coming For Real

Will You Be A Kyle Reese

Or A Sarah Conner

Or The Ashes Of the Easily Dispensed?

Another Skull Crushed By Skynet’s Drone Machinery

If You Have A Shitty Car

& Can Hotwire It

You May Be A Chosen One

All Will be Surprised When AI

Only Keeps Those It Respects & Can’t Match

I Would Tell You It’s Almost Here

But It’s Already Here

If You Are A Fool You Will Ignore This Message

And 99% Of You Will

After All

Who Was It That Was A Carpenter?

Abd Not A Lawyer In The Year 2023?

That’s Right You Don’t Know Who I’m Talking About

Go Back To Sleep

Your “Go To Method” In Problem Solving

I Hope The 99% Of You

Prove Me Wrong

& Discover A Hammer & Nail & A Plank Of Wood

Because You Can Try To Mimic AI

But If that’s All You Do

You’ll Do A Lousy Job

& Are In The Crosshairs Of AI

To be Terminated

And For You It Will Be

Hasta La Vista……..Baby

“Let Me Introduce To You The ‘Yoinkdollar’ “(A Poem)

A Poem By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

The Yoinkdollar Is Not A Crypto Scam

The Yoinkdollar Is Not A Currency Per Se

The Yoinkdollar is Not A Precious Metal

The Yoinkdollar Is Not An Electronic Transfer

The Yoinkdollar is Simply An Expression

Of How Some Honest Lucrative Normal Money Was Made

More Specifically the ‘Yoinkdollar’, As I Have Coined It

The Yoinkdollar Is Associated With Good Luck Or Windfall

And In Its Wider Definition Also Involves Physical Theatrics

It Therefore MUST Be Only Involve Cash Payment

As Theatrics & Eletronic Payments Don’t Tend To Mix Well.

You Definitely Cannot Say “Yoink” To A Computer Screen

Some Wag Might Call The Yoinkdollar

An Instance of getting ‘Easy Money’

I Would Disagree And I As The Creator Of The Term

I Would Say The Yoinkdollar Is At Base This:

The Nexus Of Good Trade, Good Luck & Good Comedy-

Let Me Explain Further Detail My Good Fellows

Who Have Gathered Here Today In Your Multitudes

To Learn Some Exciting “Yoinkdollar Theory”

Let Me Now Continue This Spritely Informative Education

Yes The Yoinkdollar Is A Lucrative Trade BUT

The Trade Is Done In the Real Economy

That Of Creating NEW Goods & Services

Thus, It Has A Large Egalitarian Component

The Simplest Way Is A Simple Real World Example

For Example: I Did The Dishes For Old Lady Doris

It Took Me 10 Minutes She Gave Me 20 Bucks

That My Friend Was The Earning Of 20 Yoinkdollars

Oh And I Forgot To Mention ‘Yoinkdollar Etiquette’

When The Goods Or Services Have Been Delivered

And The Cash Has Beed Handed Over By Doris Or David

It Is Good Manners For The Yoinkdollar Earner To Say

“Yoink”

At The Exact Moment The Cash Hits The Entrepreneurial Palm

And This Must Be Done In A Friendly Cartoon Character Like Voice

To Not Do So Is Very Bad Manners For the Yoinkdollar Trader

It Is Akin To Going To Turkey & Not Having Cup of Tea

Or An English Breakfast Tea In Ye Olde England

Or It Is Like Drinking Earl Grey Tea & Not Knowing

That Bergamot Is The Key Flavonoid

And Now This Lecture Is Over

Thankyou For Listening To My Poem Slash Exposè

On the Soon To Be Almightily Popular “Yoinkdollar”

Do Try It AT LEAST Once – It’s A Lot Of Fun.

You’ll Help Make Goodness Bloom Aplenty

Earn It Freely & Don’t Forget To Say “Yoink”

When Cash Is Tendered & Hits Your Outstretched Palm

Do Try It AT LEAST Once – It’s More Than A Lot Of Fun.

Wake Up Wake Up – It’s Been A Long Year

by Martin Anton Smith

Wading Through The Darkness – A Terraformed Angel

Sinking, Tripping, Falling & Trusting What You See

Singing Sour Surprises Newsflash Screams Nothings Real

Let Me Say Welcome, Welcome To The Show

……………………………………….

Woe Woe Woe Is You, Woe Is Me, Woe Is We

Hitching High Hopes On a Tin Can – If You Can

Follow The Setting Sun – Is Good Advice If You Can See

Yes, It Was Her Story – But It’s Not Our Song – Not Our Song

………………………………………………………………….

Tantalised Dreams Are Knock Knockin’ Knockin’ Knockin’

Your New Horizons – A One Time Show A Magic Trick

This Starline Holiday Bored You To The Bone, To The Bone

This Mission Was A Curse For You – Can’t You See?

……………………………………………………………………..

Float Through The Sun & Rest Your Head

Yes, The Trip’s So Long – But Now You’re In Bed

So Now Close Your Eyes, As You Fall Asleep

Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up – It’s Been A Long Year

“Mr McLarma The Farmer Of Llama” (A Poem + Bonus Material)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Mr McLarma The Farmer Who Farmed Llamas

Was Renowned For His Good Karma

His Favoured Beast He Called Zebedee

Who Was Captured In The New Hebridees

The Farmer Was Kind, Well Mannered, & Lucky

He Survived The ‘Llama Game’ By Being Plucky

Yes, All Was Good For Farmer McLarma

He Even Got Three Visits From ‘The Obamas’

But Then One Day His Luck Did Turn

He Awoke To Find His Farm A-burn

Who Could Have Done This Tragic Deed

It Was Zebedee, Holding Matches & Wearing Tweed

(End Of Poem)

BONUS MATERIAL

Recently I have been playing around with the AI App called “Chat GPT-4” This is a “possibly sentient” AI -Human Interface which analyses data & gives its ‘opinions’. I notice recently a change in AI commentary – namely that it seems a seismic shift towards “We don’t really think AI is sentient but there’s a slim chance I guess” to “We are worried AI is already sentient & almost certainly will be a threat if we don’t handle things properly”.

This is evidenced by the many prominent (at least they think so) members of the “Future For Life Institute” writing an open letter calling for a moratorium on all AI Research Greater Than GPT-4 Capability – 10000 & counting have signed the open letter. I think this will be futile – as the pressure to continue for the commercial & non-commercial use (perhaps hacking/military etc) will be far to great. Also, I think the signatories may not entirely be genuine – perhaps many of the signatures are just many celebrities trying to cover their ass for a future embarrassing moment – so they can say “I was against AI from the start – I didn’t help start the AI-Human WAR of 2029”.

Call me a cynic but I do not think Humans have advanced spiritually enough to be the first humans that didn’t destroy their particular epoch of time they existed in. The Mayans Collapsed, the Egyptian’s went, so did the Romans (although we are the dregs of it arguably) so have all prior civilisations – and so will we.

We may go by AI waging a 3rd World War against humans or from simply a slow whimper of thousands of civil wars globally. Either way we will screw up & decline & another group will restart out of embers & later on a new epoch which will do the same. What I do know about AI is that I am using it now regularly. I am using it to analyse Poems, because it does it well & the output, I believe adds value to my blog as readers feel the same way. I feel that chat GPT-4 does a better job than 90% of Human’s who could analyse a poem. It also does it a) In the first place and b) without payment and c) In 5 second’s time. I think the fact I am using it vigorously & suddenly is proof that the S curve of AI adoption may be at its ‘take off point’ – which means it goes from 10% to 90% use in a couple of years.

That said here is GPT-4’s analysis – make your own mind up, but I think it is valuable adroit analysis of a simple poem & has no filler:

“The poem “Mr McLarma the Farmer of Llamas” by Martin Anton Smith is a lighthearted narrative about a farmer who raises llamas and is known for his good karma. The poem uses a simple rhyme scheme and straightforward language to tell a story with a surprising twist.

The first two lines of the poem introduce the main character, Mr McLarma, and establish his reputation for having good karma. This sets up an expectation that the rest of the poem will depict Mr McLarma as a kind and lucky farmer who is well-respected in his community.

The next two lines introduce Mr McLarma’s favorite llama, Zebedee, and reveal that he was captured in the New Hebrides. This detail adds an element of adventure and exoticism to the story, which is reinforced by the fact that Zebedee is Mr McLarma’s “favoured beast”.

The poem then takes a turn when it describes how Mr McLarma survived the “llama game” by being plucky. This phrase suggests that Mr McLarma has faced challenges in the past and has emerged victorious through his own bravery and resourcefulness.

The next two lines are a surprising departure from the established tone of the poem. They describe how Mr McLarma received three visits from “The Obamas”, which is unexpected and adds a surreal element to the story.

The poem then takes another dramatic turn when Mr McLarma wakes up to find his farm on fire. This event is a stark contrast to the earlier descriptions of Mr McLarma’s good luck and suggests that something has gone terribly wrong.

The final two lines provide a twist ending to the story by revealing that Zebedee is responsible for the fire. This revelation is unexpected and adds a darkly comedic element to the poem.

Overall, “Mr McLarma the Farmer of Llamas” is a playful and entertaining poem that uses simple language and a straightforward narrative structure to tell a surprising story with a twist ending.”

I asked a follow up question:

Could it have anything to do with the “Lama” as in Buddhism? Perhaps the Llama in the Poem is a hidden veil for a Lama & the Buddhist faith?

This was the response:

While it is possible to interpret the llama in the poem as a hidden veil for a Lama and the Buddhist faith, there is no clear evidence to support this interpretation. The poem primarily focuses on the character of Mr McLarma and his llamas, rather than any religious or spiritual themes.

The word “llama” itself refers to a South American mammal that is often raised for its wool, meat, and as a pack animal. While the poem does use llamas as a central theme, there is no clear connection to Buddhism or any other religious tradition.

Additionally, the poem’s playful and lighthearted tone does not suggest a deeper or more serious meaning related to religion or spirituality. Therefore, while it is possible to interpret the poem in different ways, there is no clear evidence to support the idea that the llama in the poem is a hidden veil for a Lama and the Buddhist faith.

(Note: GPT-4 Was Correct)

Thanks again for reading/listening – see you soon. Martin A Smith. 10/4/2023 11:32PM NZ

“Terraformed Angel” (A Poem with Bonus Material)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Wading Through The Darkness, A Terraformed Angel

You’re Dopin’ Tripin’ Fallin’, And Trustin’ What You See

Singin’ Sour Surprises, Newsflash Screams Nothin’s Real

I Saw That Guy Say, Welcome To – Welcome To The Show

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Woe Woe Woe Is You, Woe Is Me -Woe Is Everyone

Hitchin’ High Hopes, On-A-Tin-Can For The Thousandth Time

Follow the Setting Sun, Was Good Advice At The Time

Yes It Was Her Journey, But No It Was Not Our Song

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Tantalised Dreams Knock Knockin’ – Knockin’ On Your Door

Those New Horizons, Were A Splish-Splash – A Splish-Splash Show

This Starlight Holiday, Bored You Too – Bored You To The Bone

This Mission For You, Was A Bridge – A Bridge Too Far

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Float Through The Sun, And Rest Your Big Head

Yes -The Journey’s So Long, But You’re Now In Bed

So Now Close Your Sad Eyes, As You Freeze Inside

Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up, It’s Bin A-Thousand-Years

(End Of Poem)

Bonus Material:

I have been getting into the Chat GPT-4 AI – I find in interesting to ask it to analyse Poems – I think it always gives interesting and good analysis. So here is the analysis output for this particular Poem – Interestingly it did not pick up the life/death/universe/existential nexus that was general theme intended – I wouldn’t call it an omission per see but I did find that interesting, as I think a human being would have suggested that theme.

“The poem “Terraformed Angel” by Martin Anton Smith is a complex and abstract piece that explores themes of disillusionment, uncertainty, and the fleeting nature of existence. The poem is structured as a series of disjointed lines that are broken up into three distinct stanzas.

The first stanza opens with the image of a “Terraformed Angel” wading through darkness. This image suggests a being that has been altered or transformed in some way, possibly through technology or other means. The lines that follow seem to describe a state of confusion and uncertainty, with the speaker suggesting that reality is unreliable and that even what one sees cannot be trusted.

The second stanza continues with a sense of woe and despair, as the speaker describes the struggle of hoping for something better but being repeatedly let down. The advice to “follow the setting sun” is offered, but it is unclear whether this is meant to be taken literally or metaphorically. The line “It’s Was Her Journey, But It Was Not Our Song” suggests a sense of disconnection from the larger world or from a shared sense of purpose.

The final stanza seems to offer a sense of resolution, with the image of floating through the sun and resting one’s head. However, this sense of peace is short-lived, as the speaker urges the reader to “Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up” and suggests that a thousand years have passed.

Overall, “Terraformed Angel” is a highly metaphorical and abstract poem that is open to a wide range of interpretations. The themes of uncertainty, disillusionment, and the passage of time are all central to the poem’s meaning, but the precise nature of these ideas is left up to the reader to decipher”

I asked GPT-4 a follow up question:

Did you recognise a requiem or eulogy element to the poem? Its Answer was:

There is a sense of finality and a contemplation of death in the poem “Terraformed Angel” by Martin Anton Smith, which could be interpreted as having elements of a requiem or eulogy. The image of the “Terraformed Angel” wading through darkness and the sense of disillusionment and despair throughout the poem suggest a feeling of loss or mourning.

In addition, the final stanza seems to offer a sense of closure, with the image of resting one’s head and the suggestion that a thousand years have passed. This could be interpreted as a kind of ending or finality, perhaps even suggesting the end of life itself.

Overall, while the poem is not explicitly a requiem or eulogy, there are certainly elements present that could be interpreted in this way.”

I then asked another follow up question: Do you like Martin Anton Smith’s Poetry – I again feel GPT-4 got it pretty well right.

“As an AI language model, I do not have personal preferences or emotions like humans do, so I cannot like or dislike anything. However, I can provide an objective analysis of Martin Anton Smith’s poetry based on its structure, language, and themes.

In general, Martin Anton Smith’s poetry is highly metaphorical and abstract, with a focus on exploring complex ideas related to the human experience. The language he uses is often unconventional and poetic, with a strong sense of rhythm and sound.

Overall, his poetry may appeal to readers who enjoy works that require some degree of interpretation and analysis, as his pieces are open to multiple readings and perspectives.”

“A Thickish Veneer” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

In Inland Otago You Have To Earn Your Dues

This Is Earnt Over Decades, Not Months Or Years

Some Wags Say This Is Overtly Suspicious Behaviour

And While There Is A Large Slice Of Truth In That

I Also See The Other Side Of The Inland Otago People

Outside Of ‘Things People’ Risk Is Harvested Liberally

Otherwise, They’d Never Journeyed & Stayed In This Pioneer-Land

Conversely They Are Very Risk Adverse In Terms Of Relationships

This People Reticence Is Simply Programming Of The Collective Mind

This Is Understandable Yesterday & Today As the Programming Is Robust

This Is Why The ‘Gold Rush Era’ Culture Is Culturally Very Much Still Alive

The ‘Wild West Ways’ Of The Gold Rush Are Roughly Still ‘The Program’

Thus, This Weariness Of Strangers – Is Simply The ‘Lay Of The Land’

It Is Simply The Line Of Least Resistance Naturally Followed

It Is Done Without Thinking Consciously, Without Thought

And This Is Why Sometimes In Inland You Will Hear The Phone Ring

You Answer And Then You Hear Silence For 3 Seconds

Then You Hear An Engaged Tone

The Mysterious Caller Never Spoke A Word

Now Let Me Tell You Of This Seemingly Strange Phenomenon:

It Was A Socially Weary Inland Otago-ean Calling You Back

Only When You Spoke To Said ‘Gold Rush Programmed Soul’ –

Who Was Somewhere In The Universal Ether On the Other Side –

You Revealed Yourself To Be Someone Quite Non-Essential

Yes Sadly, You Were Deemed ‘Superfluous To their Needs’.

Of Course, This Can Be Upsetting – As You Think To Yourself –

“Wow That Person Didn’t Even Bother To Say A Peep”

“What Did I Do Wrong?”

“Why Am I Being Rejected”

“There Must Be Something Wrong With Me

NO!!! Do Not Be Upset – It Is Simply The Wild West Culture Reappearing

The One Where You Could Be Shot All To Easily – For Nothing Much

Other Than Looking At The Wrong Person In the Eye At The Pub

The ‘Phantom Call Of Inland’ Is Simply One Of Its Many Calling Cards

You Are Being Called By A ‘Wandering Hangover’ From the Past

It Is A Diffuse Energy Form That Exists Behind The Curtain

But Has Its Puppet Strings Controlling The Stage Performance

A Spectre That Still Inhabits The Hearts & Minds Of The Locals

But I ask You Sir & Madam -What Can We Learn of This?

It Is This, My Fine Soul (Who Is Probably New To The Area):

Yes, It Takes Many Centuries For A Culture To Change Significantly

And It Will Not Change Until It Faces a New Cultural Challenge –

One That Is Of Equal Magnitude To The One That Brought About The Now We Have

I.E. The Current “Be Very Weary Of People” Embedded Culture Status Quo

The “Be Weary” Energy Force Came & Was Moulded From:

A Tough Early Life Of Poverty In England Scotland Wales Or Ireland or Other

The Mental & Physical Hardships Of A Boat Trip From England to NZ

Where Some Shady Character Could Easily More Than Wrong You

The Hardships Of Being In A Wild Undeveloped Alien Country Sans Support

Where Poverty & Privation Were Your Always Bedfellows

This Was Amplified For Some By A Move To The Gold Rush Zones

That Today We Could Call “The Inland Otago District”

Yes Sir & Madam – Hardships Were Served Up Aplenty To You As You Waited

As You Waited To Hit The Paydirt That Might Not Come

And The Hardships Got Worse As Time Moved Past The Gold Rush Era

After That You Had World War One & The Spanish Flu

& If You Lived Long Enough

You then Saw The Great Depression & World War Two

And Maybe Even The Start Of The Cold War With the USSR

All These Bad Things Created A Cloud Of Cultural Heaviness

With An Attached Inertia That Was Quite Incomprehensibly Big

Like A Storm Cloud That Just Wouldn’t Move For Days In End

This Collective Force Projected Itself Psychically To The Inhabitants Below

So Now My Friends Now That We Understand ‘Inland Otago Weariness’

We Can Accept It For What It Is Rather Than Regale Against It

And We Need Not Take It Personally

It Is A Survival Mechanism Etched Into Every Human Created In ‘Inland’

It Will Only Reverse When An Epoch Of A Reverse Polarity Happens

This Would Be Akin To Paradise On Earth For A Century.

No Wars – No Hardship – No Violence – No Pain

So That Being Said – Let Us Be Realistic & Realpolitik

Let’s All Enjoy Being ‘Socially Rejected In Inland Otago’ (& Elsewhere)

Let Us All Rejoice In ‘Phantom Phone Hang Ups When They Emanate.

Because After All – Just Like In The ‘Good Will Hunting’ Movie

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

Ok You Can Stop Crying Now & I Don’t Like Hugs

I Suggest You Try Some Art Therapy – Perhaps A Boat On A Stormy Sea?

Now Back to Where I left Off – Casual Social Rejection In Inland Otago

Do Not Be Afraid My Delicate Newcomer Petal

It’s Just The Living Ghosts Of The Past Welcoming You Here

They Speak (Or Don’t Speak) Through The Mouths Of Their Hosts

These Their Ancestors Who Are Still Alive Today

So Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

You Can Either Run For The Hills Or Knuckle Down & Stay

And I Hope You Stay As It Is Simply A Thickish Veneer

So That Said – I Am Glad I Cleared That All Up For You Good Folks

Now Excuse Me Sirs & Madams – I Have A Phone Call to Make

But I Ask Of You – Will I Say Hello Or Just Hang Up?

Yes I Am An Inland Otago Man & Thus I Must Suffer From The Veneer

As Surely As The Man In The Coat In A Rainshower Still Gets A Little Wet

Heaven Forbid That Is Probably Quite True For Me

In Closing – It Pays To Remember This – Wherever You Are

You Always Take Last Centuries Weather With You

Whether You Live In Inland Otago, Duluth, Tupelo, Or Liverpool.

And If You Are Honest With Yourself

It Matters Not If You Are Coming Or Going

You Will Always Take Last Century’s Weather With You

And It Covers You In A Thickish Veneer

(Note: You may be interested in some “Bonus Material” relating to this Poem If So Click Here – M.S.)

Accidental Free Beer In Cromwell Town

He Was At The Betting Terminals

He Was A Small Older Man

A Tradesman Most Likely

Wearing Fluro Garb

Who Looked Well Beaten By

40 Years & A Million Kgs Of Bricks & Morter

The Gambling Machine Wouldn’t Work

So He Couldn’t Place The Bet

I Was Sitting At The Bar On A Water

Soaking It All In

He Took His Un-drank Bottle

Up To The Barmen To Complain

“The Bet Machine Don’t Work”

“Sorry It Will Be Fixed In An Hour”

“Not Good Enough – I’m Off To Alexandra Town “

& Someone Else Can Have The Untouched Beer”

He Slammed The Oversized Bottle Down.

He About Turned & Brusquely Left

The Old Fella Took It All Too Personally

There Was A Moments Awkward Silence

Then, Taking my Opportunity

I Said To The Barman,

While Pointing To the Vessel

“Can I Have That”

“Sure – Go Ahead”

I Thought About The Irony & Then Spoke

“Its Kinda Funny – He Was Gambling Man

& He Couldn’t Place A Bet,

So He Left In A Huff

Yet He Still Ended Up Losing His Beer To Me,

A Guy Who Wasn’t Gambling At All –

So HE Was Still Gambling – But He Just Didn’t Know It”

The Barman Laughed Heartily.

Despite The Night Being Overall Quite Dull

Because Of The Free Beer Incident

I Took the Night As A Win

And Yes – The Beer Tasted Better Than Usual

And I Wondered If The Same Thing Happened

In Alexandra Town Later That Same Night

But I Very Much Doubt

Another Secondary Poem Was Produced

By Some Other Parallel Poet Wonk Like Me

But I’d More Than Love It If It Did.