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

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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 Max 49% Bastardry Law” (A Poem)

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by Martin Anton Smith

What if you’ve said all there is to say?

What if you’ve now become a jaded ‘tribute writer’ of your former self?

When will something new come?

I wonder,

Is the lack of inspiration because I’ve been happier lately?

I wonder,

Can you still write ‘good stuff’ if your old friend ‘depression & anxiety’ abates?

I wonder,

Is this the inevitable curse of the good writer?

To become well?

To start to see the glass as half-full?.

To be more organised than not?

To drink less?

To yell less?

To be able to easily afford the nice things?

To have stable relationships?

& perhaps the final literary death knell –

To become an early riser?.

But thank God!

Alas I don’t need to panic just yet.

As I have at best only two of those six symptoms.

If I have four, then I’ll become officially diagnosed.

I’ll be entered into the book or words.

My name will be entered as one of the ‘walking literary dead’.

A soul who no longer has anything interesting to say.

Of course, what I’m actually talking about,

Is more readily referred to in the creative space as “The problem of success”.

It becomes a ‘catch 22’, in that it deadens the creative spirit.

So logically, it’s better to ‘make it’ after death – that way you’ll maximise your best work.

We could call it the “Van Gogh” effect – for he sold only one painting while alive.

But then again, while all the above is true – I must be fair & even handed about the rest.

It’s also a bad thing to have something worthwhile to say,

& be afraid to say it.

But most importantly with words & writing aside,

A bastard is a bastard is a bastard,

Whether he or she writes or not,

or has good material or not.

We should always remember,

To at worse,

Be only 49% Bastards.

For the world sure doesn’t need any more ‘amazing creatives’,

Who also happen to casually destroy the fabric of society.

Contrary to popular opinion,

That ain’t cool.

That aint cool at at all.

In fact,

It’s fucking boring,

& if you look closely at these type’s work –

It’s all stolen from someone else anyway.

All creatives should never forget ‘The Max 49% Bastardry Law’.

You’ll still have fun,

For you don’t necessarily have to be squeaky clean,

And you won’t help destroy the Earth.

Call it a novel idea of mine.

Else that saying will continue to always be true:

“Never meet your heros”.

Those assholes flagrantly ignore the Max 49% Bastardry law.

We might even call them “Those wizards of bastardry” –

But then again, that catchey term might only make their heads swell even bigger.

So don’t now give them souless pricks any of your time or your dimes.

We in the West have become to far indulgent of shady assholes.

That’ll be what the Historian from the next Empire that replaces us will write:

“Their downfall was that they wasted all their time & money on totally shady assholes”.

My theory is the next Empire will call a spade a spade.

They all at least start that way.

So in summary – let me or you say this the next time someone asks us ‘what do you do?’

“I’m a writer, & also I’m technically not an asshole”.

And hopefully for us all – that won’t be a lie.

Updates from the abyss

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Hello there Poem readers of great aplomb. Take me to your leaders. I want to see the cats. The cats are in charge – we all know that. The Cats have pulled of all the rights of life without the responsibilities. their only catch is they mostly rely on us for food.

I have (as usual) been trying to survive small town NZ life. This is not easy for someone who writes Poems. But then again NZ is quite open to these things, so what am I complaining about?

The day job is going ok – I work in the trades. If you mix things up enough you can keep your sanity. e.g. dig a hole here, bang a nail there, prune a tree here.

Since my last letter/update I have written a reasonable amount – the links are below & I have written a line to describe them.

Poems from latest to earliest:

“And so we remain uncivilised” (A Poem)

This is a giant complain about how humans are (a typical theme of mine). I argue for example that Atomic Physicists are not necessarily ‘civilised”

“The Bomb-Cleaner” (A Poem)
This is about my messy room. Just as well if my cat told me to clean up I can yell “No! I am an artiste!“
“Deadbeats Can Be Poets” (A poem)
This is a hurrah to the fact that if you are a loser, you can hide it with engaging the arts –
this is a well-worn trick which has been done since the caveman days –“No I don’t have an actual Bison for tea dear – I was too tired to go out & hunt one down – but look here – I drew a picture of one on our cave wall”
“Low Dopamine Inc.” ( A Poem)
This is about practical ways to beat depressive behaviours – i.e. know exercise cuts it in half at the very least – due simply to dopamine release.
“On Chess” (A Poem)
I went through a Chess playing phase – this is the notes of that.

It has been good to keep writing – unfortunately no one really reads them but then again all I do is this blog. Like most writers – I still need to “Bloom”. This means to be more business like. One day I better push harder. I fear that it is ‘fear of success’ rather than the more advertised ‘fear of failure’ that is the true reason. For that I guess I shoulf blame my childhood – why not? My theory is if I am screwing up ‘blooming’ – at least what I can do is keep writing & posting it here on my blog. At least that’s something – that’s at least like reading one page a day of a giant book – one day you will finish it.

Anyway nice chatting

till next time!

“He Who Seeks Flavour (sic) Amoungst the Gum-Chewers” (A Poem)

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The man who cannot ‘walk & chew gum’ at the same time takes a long time to get anywhere –

Unless of course he hates to chew gum,

In which case he is always on time.

But then on arrival he faces a new problem –

No one wants him around –

You see ‘Gum chewers’ think ‘Non-Gum Chewers’ are snobs.

After a while this accusation gets to him & he begins to chew gum.

In no time he makes a lot of friends & is known for always being late.

Over-excited by his newfound popularity amoungst the ‘Gum Chewers’ –

He goes overboard:

He subscribes to “Gum Chewers Monthly Magazine”

He invests his life savings in Wrigleys

He joins the Ivory Towers set & writes a thesis called:

‘Saw Jaws & bubble blowing throughout the ages: a longitudinal study well worth sinking your teeth into’

He is then approached by a well known american publisher to turn his thesis into a book,

Then Hollywood comes a-knocking for a feature length documentary

‘Saw Jaws’ becomes a Rollicking blockbuster –

He moves into the Hollywood Hills & dates a bevy of ‘A-listers’ –

Of course – “what goes up, must come down”

Fast forward 7 years – he is washed up, on crack & outa fame & cash & lives under a bridge.

“I wish I’d never reached for that stick of gum” are the words that rattle his head constantly.

They are not the only ones

“How can something as insignificant as chewing gum lead to this”

“How did the Devil get me in such a obscure way as this”

“Now I am so broke I can’t even afford a pack of gum” 

Then he had an epiphany: he’d walk & not stop.

He’d walk & not chew gum – ad infinitum.

He Walked & Walked & Walked & never stopped.

People fed him along the way & gave him a bed at nights.

He began to get attention

Eventually the News Networks wanted to buy his story – for a princely sum.

Strangely he said yes and the whole ‘rise & fall’ story repeated itself again.

The moral of the story is this: Never try to impress the in-crowd.

Alas it is always true – they will chew you up & then spit you out.

But why can’t they Chew you up & spit you out at the same time?

Bloody Hypocrites!

Thankyou for enduring this long lasting & unpallatable gum chewing = life analogie

After all – It really is just some pricks piss poor poetry –

But then again – so it all is – it’s just the fancy packaging that makes you think otherwise.. .

Writers Block Poem #2 (A Poem)

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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

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

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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

“The Fabricator Vs The Engineer Vs The Physicist” (A Poem – Features in Ep. 43 of Podcast)

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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”.

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My Poem “The Mindcrime war of 1” read at a Dunedin Poetry Night 2019- a historic. Report , and new content from March 5 2021

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Part 1 : Note from 2021: this blog post and poem was written in late 2019, a little before the Covid crisis, – and alas we are well into this new crisis as I speak here now, on 5 March 2021. When I wrote this original piece 18 months ago, the world was well into troubling financial and difficult social times – I have argued often that since 1980 western society has thrown out many “healthy babies” (such as full employment) along with the old bathwater (such as narrowmindedness) of the past. Thatcher and Reagan (And those kiwi followers Lange, Douglas then Bolger and Richard son in New Zealand ) pushed the ideology of “Market forces” and “individualism”  and “efficiency” these catch phrases put in action, were supposed to make everyone wealthier and healthier. Jobs were shipped, Structural unemployment became a thing, and speculators and big corporations were given a structural competitive advantage, you might say. The big boys never had so much power and influence in profit and the halls of power – bought politicians became legal from this era onwards . 41 years on from that doctrine we have seen huge declines in wealth and health to the great majority of middle and working classes, while the very few have had income explosions. We’ve seen corporations wantonly create massive pollution harming the ecology, and at the least moderately affecting global weather patterns. This is not conjecture but is economic and historical fact, the data is very strong especially on the economics.  The next part of this podcast/blog , part 2, is a report of the poem reading I did in 2019 in Dunedin, and the last part – Part 3 Is called – “The Mindcrime war of 1”  it’s about the psychological warfare that is on show, unbeknown to so many, and that has pervaded the west in particular since the world war 1 era to present. It’s a commentary on how life in our times are merely the flowers that were once roots, that were once seeds and seedlings – history is a river and everything is some kind of outgrowth, or less commonly death and regeneration. In part 4 I will talk again from 5 March 2021 and talk wether my thoughts have changed or reversed since writing the poem.

End of part 1. 

Part 2 Begins (note : This the original Post from 2019.). Yesterday I went to the ‘Dog with Two tails’ cafe in Dunedin NZ, for its weekly ‘open mic’ poetry night. I read one poem called “the mindwar of 1”, this was a shortened version from the original , – which was overly long I guess (which I will re write the read aloud version here soon). But First a little report about the night. This was the second time I had read a poem at this venue, and the first since 2 years ago in 2017 – where I read a ‘quasi poem’ of whimsy which basically outlined my nerd like Poem called “The two Leonards” – This was a quandary in the style of wondering aloud/stream of consciousness, about who was cooler – was it a) Stanford Universities famed Physicist Leonard Susskind (dubbed ‘the bad boy of Physics for his Alpha Male persona) or was it B), Leonard Nimoy the late actor who played the logical to a fault, half man half Vulcan Alien character known as “Spock” in the original sci-fi series “Star Trek”. Anyway this time I got serious and presented a poem that talked of an important issue – the fact that we are continual objects of propaganda by the state and their ever present bosses the entrenched powerful uber elites, who are the real puppet masters of our so called “democracy” and “Modern Capitalism” – The main thrust of the poem is that we have been blinded by the slow moving nature of society, its slow moving power structures, and the system of subterfuge that has been made such an ever pervading and perfected “quasi dictatorship” since 1919 in particular – the years of Bretton Woods/ Money Printing /diluting and leaving the Gold standard /Deficits to fund wars/the falsity of general Elections always being two horse races that are really “one horse races”. I float the thesis that ww1 ww2 and ww3 (which is a continuing undeclared war for your mind, based on the production of fear, so you will always be grateful for the “crumbs that fall off the table” of those that really matter (the elites that have a very stable existence based on this highly perfected system since 1919). As i have said in my draft unfinished essays – the expert methods of the 1920s-50s Dictators used, have simply been expanded and perfected – much like that of the history of technology. The effect is that we have largely (apart from a few pockets of illumination) become the Frog on the skillet, that fails to jump out because it fails to register a change of temperature owing to such a piecemeal and incremental increasing of the gas temperature . And so we the Frog burns alive and fails to save its life, it has become tricked into being helpless – like we are in 2019, we still believe in the system of madness that subjugates at least 50% of us (the World economic forum released a graph a few weeks ago tracking an ever increasing inequality of wealth transfering from the bottom upwards – so much so that 99.3% of the words wealth is in the hands of the top 50% and the top 1% owns 48% – this is essentially a Ponzi Scheme system – those on the bottom are forever raided by those ever towards the top, and you must always add another layer of those on the bottom to keep the whole charade continuing – this is why central banks must always continue to print fiat (fake) money. Edit from twenty twenty one:  I must of course say that it is not all doom , we have many chances to right wrongs and we can become wiser and more community minded without giving up on capitalism and hard work, this in a nutshell is the answer to our modern western woes. end edit.  

Anyway the Poetry night in Moray Place Dunedin NZ that night was a very busy one, the cafe (the Dog with two tails) had opened up a second room, which was great to see, a testament to the great arts scene in Dunedin. There was a good mix of young and older poets, some seasoned and others (like me) relatively new to the scene of reading and writing poetry. Interesting the first fellow up to read did some standup comedy instead, and in John Lennon circa 1966 fashion compared himself to Jesus – which took the rather stressed middle aged MC by surprise – it did raise some chortles though, including myself. I had along with a new friend who is a philosopher and poetry writer as well – although they did not read on this occasion – but have before I am told. (Edit from 2021-th faded away after meeting a new girlfriend in Christchurch, end edit). Anyway I was a little understandably nervous, but not so much and my delivery was quite good – a strong steady cambre, which suited the poem well. I got a reasonable clap at the end and a couple of interested -or maybe befuddled -‘hmms’. All in all it was fun and part of the journey of being better at talking in front of crowds and sharing my ideas – which I so used to avoid due to shyness. Afterwards my friend and I went to the Octagon pub and talked philosophical matters and enjoyed a post mortem of the events from the night. Anyway coming up in part 3 is the poem I read at the “Dog With Two tails” in Moray place Dunedin on Aug 21. (P.s. incidentally, I believe its international Poetry day Tmw the 23rd Aug? I hope to go to some events – I will report back if I do, and if I read anything). End of part 2 

Part 3 begins – this is The Poem I read in august 21 called “the Mindcrime War of 1” (writers note: thats a bad title which I should rename now to something clever like “The 100 Year Old Boiled Frog Chronicles” , no without further delay let me begin the poem – “The Mindcrime war of 1”)

1984
Was Not The Year It Started
But The Year Of The Decisive Battle
Won By The Enemy
When Globalisation was Sold
As the Answer
To Further Your Fears
To Make you Weak
The Year It Began Was 1919
The Seed Was Sown
Of Our Peoples Decline
The Absurd idea Now
Is Demanded Tomorrow
You just Need The Seed
To Sow The Seed In Time
In The People’s Minds
Engage The Fear
Reward The Hate
Divide And Conquer
Slip Through The Door
While The People Fight
A Stitch In Time
Seeded The Decline
The Continuous War
For Your Energy
Against Your Mind
Is Fought In The Mind
Thoughts Are Weapons
You’re Not Like Them
You’re Not Allowed In

But They Want Your Energy
They Want Your Body
They Want Your Mind
By A Leash Chains
Fear Is The Answer
Fear Is The Tool
You Are Told You Can’t Do
You Are Told You Are Useless
To Make You Grateful
For The Crumbs
that Fall From the Table
Fight Back
Write and Speak
Of These Truths
There’s A War For your Mind
Its Been Going Since 1919
The Ashes Of World War One
Seeded World War Two
Created Expert Propaganda
To Control The Mind
Controls The Crowd
Controls The Country
Controls The World
Controls The Past
Controls The Present
Controls the Future
WW1 WW2 WW3
They Are All One War
But Phase Changes
WW3 The Undeclared War
The War For Your Mind
The War No One Realised
They Were Living In
The Woke Few Saw This
They Were Maligned
As Conspiracy Theorists
And Declared Crackpots, (this is the end of Poem)

Part 3 end, part 4 begins

My thoughts about that ww3 is upon us have not changed, the war we are in is like my poem says, a mind war. The proof is that in a war there is always a point where the loser is seen to emerge. In 1943 it was Germany and Now it is the general population of the earth. In 2019 I was more of the thought that the neoliberal political elite and the billionaires were the victors, but in 2021 I think their victory has begun to be vanquished by Mother Nature itself. Covid 19 is simply a sign that the most destructive and intelligent force we know is fighting back – the Earth itself. I think of course the misfiring system of neoliberalism will continue its mindwars , just know that indeed ww4 has also begun. Ww4 is the true alien invasion, it is the cosmic intelligence raring it’s physical manifestation to squash a particularly annoying bug – greedy humans. Of course the neoliberal puppet masters know this and the propaganda will flow to ensure the public don’t awake from their slumber. There job will be to muster all that has been learnt in persuasion tactics since 1919 – and then some. They have had it good in the smoke and mirror game of disempowerment of 99% of earth’s inhabitants , they have won a temporary victory. But regardless of their chicanery and ruthlessness, their are two facts that are undeniable that will always make any deception based rule of the few over the many unstable. 1 . The masses must ultimately believe their lives are improving as the belief that you can forever muzzle and chain a population is a false theory, as the 20th Century taught us, Hitler , Mussolini , Hirohito and Stalin did not win. 2. When the total mismanagement of the resources of the earth becomes greater than a critical point, the much higher non human intelligences (those natural or maybe even supernatural) simply decide the silliness by those backward Corupted few billion apes must end . I feel soon , as this plays out, that we will realise how right the ancient mythology’s and scriptures were all along. Truth will finally show, and like the dictum says, it will be stranger than fiction- namely that one we have been subjected to since World War One ended.

End of part 4.

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