My Writing and Art lives here….
by Martin Anton Smith
A one-inch-tall man who lives inside a ten-inch-tall glass jar,
Shouldn’t be surprised when no matter how fast he moves or jumps –
That he remains inside the glass jar…
But even worse off are the people next to him,
Also inside the glass jar,
That insist the glass isn’t even there.
By Martin Anton Smith
A few months ago, I wrote a Poem about “Writers Block”
It was about 10 lines.
To Steal Lars Ulrich’s favourite term,
Its content was best described as mostly “Stock”.
But alas – there is reason in the madness –
Yes! Let me tell you kind Sirs & Madams – the phrase “please add stock”,
isn’t just for the pages of cookbooks – the writer needs just it as much as the happy eater.
The strategy for the writer is that it will break the hoodoo that is ‘writers block’.
To put pen to paper or more modernly, single-index-finger to dirty-computer-button.
Because in the Poem or Writing game, to not be productive is to certainly risk ‘dying off entirely’ –
And that my fine poem reading, writing, & consuming friend – is a fate worse than death.
But perhaps as the High School English Teachers used to say, I am “exaggerating for effect” –
Like a typical over-the-top-arts-flake’ – yes this is possible.
But the again – perhaps not – after all good poem’s tell a story, do they not?
And no one would argue with the truism ‘good stories have changed the world’.
Well – Maybe a Lawyer or a Politician would but that merely proves my point.
& so now that this poem has served its purpose – to break writers block,
There is no point in more placking away at these dirty, chocolaty keys.
The “kill writers block objective” has been reached and on top of that,
To do so would result in this C- poem becoming a D- poem
& that is stupid in anyone’s book -even mine.
The End
by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com
Post Covid – the ‘Sneak Aways’ had all but ‘dried up’.
Prior to all the madness,
As orchestrated by the Politician ‘Bond Villain’ control freaks,
That not only litter the landscape, but carve it up,
Via slights of hand & its extension – the Missile.
Yes – The regular ‘Sneakaway’ jaunts did flow smoothly,
As did the hazy ales & Burger Joint meals.
As did the Rock ‘N’ Roll tunes,
Played by many the lesser known,
Young but also more known & aging,
‘Semi Traveling Wilberrys’.
And the ‘Sneakaways’ always ended as they should:
Half content & half disorientated,
That comes with visitation to mass transit points,
Aka locales of ‘Spiritual Vortexes & Clandestine Battlefields’
Yes – these are ‘The Sneakaways’
The Spots Where There Are Always & Many
Souls for someone to save.
I did take my modern-day petrol eating horseless wagon,
And parked it by the lake – where later I would later rest my head.
The Pool Joint I did end up.
To cut a too long Poem shorter,
It contained the following:
Ten Big Pool Tables
Pizza’s
30 odd Patrons – aka The ‘New Age Gold Diggers’,
The Ones Working in Low Wage Hospo & Labouring & Paying a Tonne For Rent-
i.e half the town & three quarters of the most visible town-walkers
These “most visible town-walkers” are not mining gold any more but are mining ‘experiences’.
But in Truth, the real reasons they are here – will only crystallise years later – after deep life introspection.
When ‘Old Father Time’ strips away all the smoke & haze & thus reality can emerge with perfect clarity.
Yes – here I am in the Pool Bar.
As an aging semi-life-experienced fella, I begun dishing out ‘how the world works’ epithets –
Which were lapped up by these scattered young men, who all pine for the fatherly & brotherly guidance,
That they probably, almost certainly never got.
I Of course, didn’t mind playing the role, as I played Pool & chugged the affordable beers.
But I ask you – what single, childless 45-year-old man wouldn’t?
He would & does for himself – and he helps heal some wounds as the by-product.
I mean it’s far easier & immediately rewarding AND entertaining than being
A a REAL DAD or even a Older Brother.
It Is All reward with ZERO risk.
The Pool night was short sharp & fun & over fast,
A few of us even talked about “If God Exists or not” topic.
Half agreed & Half didn’t.
I found the ratio quite surprising, for a town like this.
After the Pool Bar,The rest of the trip was just sleeping & waking to a semi officious voice:
“Are you living in your car”,
She said to me as I stood outside my car.
“No I live in the other town, I’m just up for a rest”, I said
“Oh ok we are filming a documentary on the housing crisis down here” – she said chirpilly.
“I don’t see it changing – unless they build totally new hermeticalluy sealed towns” I said.
“I think you’re right” she said.
I drove away & left the scene, realising how lucky I am these days.
For I begrudgingly must admit to myself,
I am now probably a ‘Have’ but was formerly a ‘Have Not’.
And I could now simply ‘drive out of it all’.
But the new age gold diggers & car sleepers here cannot do this –
& I ask ‘who will save them’?
It seems no one who is wedded to this earth is willing to.
because they are ok, & human nature is to be selfish –
& That, in a nutshell, is why suffering occurs in this world of bounty –
Millennia after millennia.
And maybe that problem is why, perhaps – I keep visiting.
A force compels me to ‘sneak away’ to the two-sided,
Spiritually Warfare’d,
Poorly Welfare’d
Ex Gold Mining,
‘Car Sleeping’
Escapist
Shiney
‘Bountified’
Two-Sided Town.
By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com
They Say NZ’s National Sport Is Rugby
I Say It’s Having Low Self Esteem
But I Ask, Dear Reader
Isn’t The Thought Delicious?
Of NooZillan
Liftin’ The Inaugural “Low Self Esteem World Cup”
Raised In True Embarrassed Fashion
With Eyes Cast Downwards
& The Icing?
We Bet Oz!
by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com
My Gardener Read A Lot About Napoleon
When I asked Him To Pull Weeds He Refused
He Said He Hadn’t Yet Finalised Battleplans
For The Eastern Portion Of My Yard
I asked Him “But Are You Up For It?”
He Said “It May Be My Demise”
I Turned Around & Went Back To My Silly-Screen.
& Left Him To Turn the Pages Of His ‘Parallel Lives’
When I Returned An Hour Later
A Russian Gardener Had Usurped Him
I Was About To Celebrate My Weeds Death
When I Saw He Too Was Holding A Book
“The Brothers Karamazov”
Oh No I Thought As I Realised That
My New Gardener Was Reading Stalin’s Favourite Book
I Tested Him
“Would You Mind Pulling Those Weeds” I Asked
He Simply Pointed Over To the Garden
My Landlord Was Pulling the Weeds Out
But They Were Also Tied to a Stake
I Went Back Inside to My Silly-Screen With A Broad Smile
It Was Nice To See Societies Roles Reversed
And Soon the Garden Would Look Great!
For Garden Work Is Just Like the History of Tyranny
The Ends Justify the Means.
Poem by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com
I Am A Quiet Proclaimer
Of The Written Word True
I Wrote A Few Poems
But It Didn’t make The News
Fame Is Not The Plan
For Who Wants All That Schmooze?
Thank You To My Readers
I’m Glad Your Here At All
A Celebration! – We’ve Got To 500 Views!
Now I’m Sorry To Be A Bore
And I Am A Greedy Oiled Pig
But Please Sir?
Can I Have 500 More?
Listen here:
The most common form of “Stolen Valour” is not someone posing as an Ex-Army Vet,
No Sir, that prize belongs to the ‘Fabricator’ that pretends to be an ‘Engineer’.
But should we really be surprised when a “Fabricator” is also a “Liar”?
I mean semantically the two words mean the same thing.
Words have Power.
Maybe this is why Fabricators love to call themselves “Engineers”.
But consider the brute facts:
Engineers don’t weld Trailor’s – Fabricators do.
Engineers can do higher math – Fabricators can’t.
Engineers have letters after their names – Fabricators dropped out of high school.
Engineers can ‘eat time’ – Fabricators are impatient.
Engineers live on the hill – Fabricators are willing to die on it.
But it would be a mistake to be snobby about Fabricators –
Society needs them – as weirdly we still need Well Welded Trailers just as much as we do Bridges, Cars, Computers & Aeroplanes.
A fabricator is an “essential worker”.
And a Fabricator can ‘Smell a Rat’ better than anyone – in true working-class fashion.
And there are more “Rats” out there than ever these days.
And let’s not forget the stereotype of the “arrogant engineer” – for there is an ounce truth in every stereotype.
However, Another Godlier Profession Trumps Both the Engineer & the Fabricator:
Those Awesome Physicists – The ‘Rockstars’ of Science’.
Yes, Physicists ‘lie’ – but these are “white lies” and used only to simplify their equations,
& so you – a total boob – can understand them.
There was a story about a Physicist caught ‘lying’ once,
But this was just hearsay as heard by a disgruntled Fabricator,
While eavesdropping on an Engineer, who sneakily called himself a Physicist.
What’s that you say?
About Physicist Richard Feynman?
About his supposed immorality?
Yes, he lied but only about his naughty deeds with his colleague’s wives – never about Physics.
Thus, the status of the worlds Physicists remains where it should be,
right next to the ‘God Particle’.
But then again, a Physicist often doesn’t wash for days & weeks while working on a tough equation.
And I ask you – should we all be forced to wear pegs on our noses for the sake of scientific progress?
So, I as judge, must call it a three-way tie between all the bastards.
The Fabricator, The Engineer, & the Physicist are all equally Good & Bad.
P.S. A near sighted fool might have said this to compare & contrast the three:
One probably has boils, one boils his kettle a lot, & the other lectures on “Boyles law”.
–by Martin Anton Smith follow me on twitter/fb/Instagram: @mrschmitzo
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Twas a famous Writer called “Honore de Balzac”
My question is not “Were his books good”
My question is this ‘Teenage’ one:
Did he live up to his good name?
Or did he “dis-Honore De Balzac?”
By recklessly scissor-jumping his farm’s fences?
Sorry – How Post Napoleonic of me!
Sam was old & living alone.
Tim his cat jumped up on him. But Sam was dead.
The cat was hungry & meowed loudly.
Sam suddenly awoke. He wasn’t dead at all!
He had been watching “The View”,
& When Whoopi Goldberg talked,
His life-force dissipated.
He fed Tim then shot the TV.
Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode I read a poem with some thoughts on the Book of Revelations – the ancient Christian Scripture which outlines the “End Times”. I have for the last six months or so have been casually studying this book. Perhaps I’ve been more interested in this book because one, it is damn exciting and well told story and two, as the final Book it is so important in tying everything together. As a note to the reader, you do not need to be a Christian to appreciate this, I write this mainly as it is a great instance of mythology – the story is so profound it has had huge impact. You can read and appreciate parts of different “Faith based texts” simply for the intriguing narrative content. I must also mention that many of faith believe we are in the times of Revelation.
When younger I of course I would have discounted 100% this “end Times” partially motivated by healthy dose of a childhood memories of badly taught Catholicism. Now older and wiser and cognizant of the fact we hardly know anything of the whole, I think that it could be possible – for if there is a creator – why wouldn’t they get annoyed their creation turned out underwhelming? After all don’t all artists destroy at least some works that fail? So in 2021 there’s so much stuff going haywire, the pandemic, false idols selling click funnels online, debasing of currency which simply increases inequality and feeds the coffers of those with assets and wild weather, earthquakes, Ufo’s being admitted to by the authorities and uprisings from the downtrodden (e.g. Yellowshirt’s in France, BLM in America) and continuing Israel vs Palestine violence to name a few.
Do these items point to Revelations End Times? Where deception is named as the key component? These are interesting questions indeed, and like the UFO’s acceptance in serious discussions, perhaps we are also getting there with the discourse that is Bible Prophecy. I think discussion of such influential texts, and what they mean, is good for society. For Societies aim has to be to understand human motivation, histories good and bad results and what we should strive for in our life’s journeys. In tackling how to live best, we would be silly to leave out study of theology of the world. This poem is just an instance of one persons willingness to do just that. this Poem was written in one go on the night of 29th May 2021, as the rain came down and the winds howled in the south island of New Zealand
“Revelations Thoughts” Poem by Martin A Smith
The Book Of Revelations
Tells of
The Destruction Of
1/3 of the People
1/3 of The Animals
1/3 Of the Oceans
A Great Earthquake
Many Plagues
Flaming Debris Falling From the Heavens
As Figs Falling in The Wind
A Massive Asteroid called “Wormwood”
Hints At AI/Robotic Surveillance Technology
And Too Many False Idols
An Anti-Christ Who Destroys
Almost All Christians
All those who Refuse
the Mark Of the Beast
He Reigns Terror Over Earth
With His Demonic Plan
He Goes from Strength To Strength
Until
God Comes And Ends it all
With A Single Breath
And The Enlists The Long Dead Chosen Few
To Reign Over A Reformed Earth
A Fresh New Earth
A Genuine Paradise
I Think It Wise
To Not Discount this Account
And It Is Wise To Investigate
With An Open Mind
For All We Already See
Would Never Ever Be Believed
If We Weren’t So Biased
By Existing Here Already
We Are Blinded So Easily
By What We Get Used Too
Unless We Understand
What’s Really Going On
And Remember
You Will Be Fiercely Attacked
When You Are Right About The Truth
Perhaps This Is The Mark Of The Beast
An Attack For Merely Saying The Truth?
End of Poem
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