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me from
a long
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distance
david_merritt
with a
high
powered
sniper
landroverfarmpress rifle
po box 243
whanganui if...
new zealand
winter poems
david merritt
shoot
me from
a long
copyleft 2009 distance
david_merritt with a
high
powered
sniper
landroverfarmpress rifle
po box 243 if...
whanganui
new zealand
winter poems
david merritt
If I start to become distant and
removed from all my roots, cultural,
social and economic and then one
night find myself totally pissed in the If I start driving around in a big
company of sad-arse strangers with stupid V12 Dodge Viper RAM
whom I have nothing in common XLRS car, or any car, modern,
and who secretly despise me worth more than $7000
or ... or ...
addict
landroverfarmpress
po box 243
whanganui
a precautionary tale
new zealand
david merritt
©
the 12
stages
of the
microsoft
copyleft 2009
david_merritt
addict
landroverfarmpress
po box 243
a precautionary tale
whanganui
new zealand
david merritt
1.
I acknowledge that my addiction is
unfortunate but not irreversable. 3.
Microsoft is a dinosour stuck in a tarpit
2. of its own doom voraciously eating
I know that my addiction costs my family everything within its reach. Repeat this
and work and the Government billions of every lunchtime.
dollars in software licences and
consultancy fees every year, the modern 4.
equivalent of setting fire to money while Microsoft is the virus and the sooner I
the kids are starving. realise this the better.
1.
I acknowledge that my addiction is
unfortunate but not irreversable. 3.
Microsoft is a dinosour stuck in a tarpit
2. of its own doom voraciously eating
I know that my addiction costs my family everything within its reach. Repeat this
and work and the Government billions of every lunchtime.
dollars in software licences and
consultancy fees every year, the modern 4.
equivalent of setting fire to money while Microsoft is the virus and the sooner I
the kids are starving. realise this the better.
5.
There exists a whole other non-Microsoft
universe of software in the Apple OSX and 7.
open source realm. I cannot blindly ignore The network is the key. So is the speed of
this any longer. the network. As the network spreads it is
bigger nails in the Microsoft coffin.
6. Repeat twice.
Almost all common Microsoft software can
be easily replaced by better, more robust 8.
software that negates the need for I need to be a contributer to digital
antispam, antiviral and antimalignancy. culture and not just a passive consumer.
5.
There exists a whole other non-Microsoft
universe of software in the Apple OSX and 7.
open source realm. I cannot blindly ignore The network is the key. So is the speed of
this any longer. the network. As the network spreads it is
bigger nails in the Microsoft coffin.
6. Repeat twice.
Almost all common Microsoft software can
be easily replaced by better, more robust 8.
software that negates the need for I need to be a contributer to digital
antispam, antiviral and antimalignancy. culture and not just a passive consumer.
9.
Digital rights protection and copyright 11.
issues are a crock of crap and a whole lot Open Source software is green and recycles.
worse than many, many other things. It is made collectively by really smart,
geeky people, often with very pointy heads,
10. from all over the world.
There should be a game called Life Without
Oil and I should get used to playing it 12.
every hour of every day of every week of My cellphone is already running a version
every year of the rest of my life. of Linux.
9.
Digital rights protection and copyright 11.
issues are a crock of crap and a whole lot Open Source software is green and recycles.
worse than many, many other things. It is made collectively by really smart,
geeky people, often with very pointy heads,
10. from all over the world.
There should be a game called Life Without
Oil and I should get used to playing it 12.
every hour of every day of every week of My cellphone is already running a version
every year of the rest of my life. of Linux.
also by david merritt
in overdraft at the bank of human kindness - gung ho 1987
big on old cars - gung ho 1988
which one is the shark? - gung ho 1989
55x5 minute poems - gung ho 1990
I have said before hasty notes - frantic scrawl - gung ho 1990
no cup of tea at the railway station - gung ho 1991
I am looking forward to good new friend goes swimming - gung ho 1992
the longer spring Internet - a NZ users guide - Penguin Books - 1995
big book for fourteen letters - one cent press - 2002
the end of the beginning [selected writings - 1986-2003] - gung ho 2004
evenings when a mixture of wishes - exit poems - gung-ho 2009
I can write about prayers for geeks - kilmog press 2009
more on things,
everything under wraps
the game is always for 3 players, eh? - gung ho 2008
and scratch my chin gridlocked in grids - one cent press
this is the book of chips
in wonder and
wry smile, wry smile,
wry smile, even now. ISBN 0-9583256-0-X
landroverfarm press
A cool wind blowing, Creek Road Mangamahu Aotearoa
a bolognaise to feed ten on upstairs, Box 243 Whanganui .
a spring in my step,
a shave to look forward to,
a fire, the fun machine console,
maybe some washing and
a custard dessert. ©
copyleft david merritt 2009
The joys of little things you know. Authors assertion: Including brief passages quoted in newspaper,
magazine, radio and television review, all parts of this work may be
re-published, re-produced, re-performed, re-distributed or
This has been david merritt, re-transmitted in any form or media and by any other means
electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any
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signing off, tonight. without permission in writing from the author, his authorised agent(s) and his hiers.
the language of the geeks
talk in html, xml and css And the language of the dogs, the sly nips
talk in W3 compliant code. of the hands by the fat labrador and secret
broadcast those thoughts custard rendevous and the talk of the
out to the giant interweb. hunterway who just wants to make
small noises in the back of his throat for all to hear.
whats
also by david merritt
in overdraft at the bank of human kindness - gung ho 1987
big on old cars - gung ho 1988
which one is the shark? - gung ho 1989
55x5 minute poems - gung ho 1990
hasty notes - frantic scrawl - gung ho 1990
no cup of tea at the railway station - gung ho 1991
the
good new friend goes swimming - gung ho 1992
Internet - a NZ users guide - Penguin Books - 1995
big book for fourteen letters - one cent press - 2002
the end of the beginning [selected writings - 1986-2003] - gung ho 2004
a mixture of wishes - exit poems - landroverfarm press 2009
prayers for geeks - kilmog press 2009
under wraps
rub
the game is always for 3 players, eh? - gung ho 2010
gridlocked in grids - one cent press 2010
this is the book of chips
ISBN 0-9583256-0-X
here?
landroverfarm press
Creek Road Mangamahu Aotearoa
Box 243 Whanganui .
©
copyleft david merritt 2009
Authors assertion: Including brief passages quoted in newspaper,
magazine, radio and television review, all parts of this work may be
re-published, re-produced, re-performed, re-distributed or
re-transmitted in any form or media and by any other means
electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any
information data or retreival system now known or yet to be invented,
without permission in writing from the author, his authorised agent(s)
ferry observations
and his hiers.
6. There is a continuing sense of dread to watch these break-
1. The ferry provides a microcosm- of the breakdown
downs, the boys spending the bulk of their childhood with-
of the modern relationship, the demise of the nuclear
out the access to almost any masculine role model, with the
family, the new and modern ways we have of making,
struggle of the solo parent and in particular the mother in the
changing, amending the ways of our forebears.
scenario, the destruction of the networks of bloodlines that
have bound us together in the past for better and for worse,
2. I watch in slack-jawed amazement at the forced
but which still gave us an illusion of family, of place and space
fits of our new non-nuclear family models, children
- a home to call our own.
from previous relationships and marriages blending
and trying to fit into one amorphous mass. Its a worry
7. Witness the current property boom as we try and shoehorn
seeing this breakdown and rebuilding process up so
into place the principal capitalist construct of family (sic) home
close despite the fact that I live with these new con-
ownership. For every three in five marriages nowadays that
straints on a day by day basis and have done so now
end in separations, divorce, acrimony and alimony, it ultimately
for the best part of twenty years.
places a demand upon the property market to find a place
where these noveau-dispossesed can call their own.
3. Its the return to the south island thats prompted this
rash of thoughtful thinking about the whys and where-
8. Property has to continue to increase in value due to these
fores and how comes of the modern family permuta-
demands placed upon it. The modern relationship requires us
tion. With the shiftless young, the maritally disposesed
to live in seperate existances, divorced from community that is
on both sides of the gender equation and the craving
increasingly unable to keep the delicate fabric of our dysfunc-
deep down for the ideal state of nuclear monogamy
tional society together in one patchwork entity. We are now
that our parents seemed on the surface to be so
quickly unravelling at the edges.
happy with.
9. Boys nowadays are not bought up by fathers, they are edu-
4. Whats the rub here? What has happened in the
cated by devices and devices which are particularly unsuit-
last fifty years to see the nuclear monogamy model
able for teaching the young anything except the gratuitous, the
reduced to an empty and hollow sham, a shell hol-
immediate, the violent, the uncaring, the shocking, the blood-
lowed out internally by the machinations of the epoc
thirsty.
of capitalism, which has both provided for the nurtur-
ing for the family and at the same time in the last five
10. Our own personal culture for what it is worth is demeaned,
decades served to sow the seeds for its present near
cheapened and continuously eroded by a flood of malformed
extinct and endangered status.
displacement that spills over constantly into our lives from a
5. Its the lack of focus and concentration, a desire for
heady mix of Hollywood, Disney, Microsoft, fast food outlets,
immediate gratification and a lingering feeling as con-
MTV, mp3 players, cellphones and many other instances and
sumers that everything is always greener everywhere
examples of the steady diet the young and impressionable are
else but in our own backyard.
now spoonfed from an early age.
also by david merritt
in overdraft at the bank of human kindness - gung ho 1987
matt
big on old cars - gung ho 1988
which one is the shark? - gung ho 1989
55x5 minute poems - gung ho 1990
hasty notes - frantic scrawl - gung ho 1990
is a
no cup of tea at the railway station - gung ho 1991
good new friend goes swimming - gung ho 1992
Internet - a NZ users guide - Penguin Books - 1995
big book for fourteen letters - one cent press - 2002
the end of the beginning [selected writings - 1986-2003] - gung ho 2004
a mixture of wishes - exit poems - landroverfarm press 2009
prayers for geeks - kilmog press 2009
under wraps
12 year old
geek
the game is always for 3 players, eh? - gung ho 2010
gridlocked in grids - one cent press - 2010
this is the book of chips
ISBN 0-9583256-0-X
landroverfarm press
Creek Road Mangamahu Aotearoa
Box 243 Whanganui .
©
copyleft david merritt 2009
Authors assertion: Including brief passages quoted in newspaper,
magazine, radio and television review, all parts of this work may be
re-published, re-produced, re-performed, re-distributed or
re-transmitted in any form or media and by any other means
electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any
information data or retreival system now known or yet to be invented,
without permission in writing from the author, his authorised agent(s)
and his hiers.
3. He was amazed and startled by the sucessive inflamatory statements
that I made to him about computing such:
2. His mother had no idea that her son was operating on a permanent 4. I drew some charts and flow diagrams and tossed in some words for
software and hardware fuelled high consisting of playstations one and him to google or wikipedia later at his leisure. I gave him a 64bit Linux
two, Xboxes, laptops and XP professional. He wanted World of War- install that I was sure wouldn’t work on his computer and showed him
craft. He played Halo 2 and Runescape. He asked me about shareware the wall of gaming consoles, dating from over 25 years ago, we keep
and freeware. He said he had a virus on his laptop because it made stored and hidden out the back. I showed him an early transistor the size
a funny noise all the time. He was wondering about the Vodaphone of my little finger and then a CPU from a later P3 computer that had mil-
broadband offer and if I was using XBox live. lions of transistors packed onto razorthin slivers of silica.
5. I watched his jaw go slack as he did the maths and saw a histori-
cal overview of the Intel, AMD and Mac G series of processors from
8. There is no library in San Andreas2 I tell him, nowhere where you
the first 286 built by IBM in 1984. His eyes spun when I explained
can go and learn how to make goats milk cheese and synthesise soy
the crucial differences between cathedral copyright and bazaar
protein into tofu.
copyleft software and how historically the unix operating system
arched over the entire decades of the seventies, eighties, nineties and
9. Now whats the good of spending hours driving around the hood
now half a decade into the new millenium, spawns forth into OSX
in a stolen car, best Ho by your side, shooting at the various home-
and Linux ready and waiting for whatever savvy desktop user may
boys until a tank or a helicopter or both appeared, forcing you to
exist..
steal a Hummer and flee to a saved game point. Now you tell me
how thats going to help Matthew out in later life when he’s still
6. Matthew must be one of tens of thousands of kids just like him
undergoing trauma counselling bought about by unfettered exposure
all over the world produced from the same cookie-cutter of video
to video nastiness at such an impressionable age.
games and high tech hype for the last 25 years that kids have been
exposed to such things. I thought that he was just so representative
10. Matthew might know a lot about computers and technology. In
of his type, over active and overly sensitive to the worldwide pulse
fact he knows more about them than his mother and his teacher at
of technology.
school combined, enough to run rings around the hapless parent on
an endless upgrade treadmill of better connectivity, service packs,
7. I told him that I only play rally-driving car games and intergalac-
faster video cards, processors, memory, DVD burners and all the
tic shoot-em ups and couldn’t say anything good about any other
rest of that.
games - especially those which were pitched at a more violent,
More to follow.
mature audience.
Up
through
the
gears
go the
middle
classes
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no tradesman nazi in a ute ever stops for ish tourist up the road has the best chance
hitch hikers. the new neavoux, they have the of both of us so I let him go first, visitors first
money and the arrogance nowadays to for- please I say, his preesence vaugely
get their roots. Its one thing not to expect a lift troubling, a zionist on the side of the road
from the scared middle classes or the elderly in nelson, raphelite curls but one year basic
peering over their steering wheel, but its the miilitary training under his belt and a desire
climate of fear that gets me, everybody is to flee dodge city and get the fuck as far as
afraid, afraid of each other, afraid of possible away from the threat of palestine
getting left behind, of having less gadets and rockets and mortors and suicide
widgets than their neighbours. its a funny old bombers. not all jews are zionists but all
world and it takes something as small and zionists are jews. and there is that old
grounding as hitchhiking to realiase just how trueism that no new car ever picks you up,
sad and fearful and insular a nation we have no prado or pagero or big horn - nothing
become. its the startled look of fear and that the scared middle classes cowering
apprehension that fills their faces - the jew- behind their inexerably upwards house
values - its all that life means for them none will of chance get rich schemers up through the
make eye contact. some are openly derisive gears quickly go the middle classes - gotta
and derrogatory. no ute and no SUV will pick get to top speed as fast as possible nothing
that hitch hiker up - nothing towing a trailor or with mags stops either. and there is an in-
a boat, nothing with a body kit or a spoiler or a verse proportional ratio that says the bigger
whaletail, nothing with some teenage horror sit- and more empty the car the less chance it
ting in the passenger seat telling her boyfriend has of stopping for you, like the higher the de-
what to do - who grows up into scared and cile of the car owners. So the poor arn’t mak-
nasty middle class old trout still telling driver ing car journeys any more - only the middle
husband what to do. nobody has the spark of classes and the rich - so what chances have
youth anymore this property boom has been the humble hitchhikers got to be picked up
too serious and too life changing, rags to riches now - up through the gears goes the middle
stories abound, people fortunate to own at the classes. into top speed as fast as possible, al-
trough and fortunate to sell at the peak - make ways focussed on the destination and not the
a bundle - heard the story a million times now journey people are scared of each other now
in this country they are scared of the and food rioting will shake them, if the middle
differences between socio economic classes, classes don’t actively participate anyway.what
nobody is talking civil war but many are now with the prices of petrol, the number of tourists
thinking that its a historical inevitabliity, (who never stop for other tourists - its a reverse
sometimes the tradesmen tease - they slow kinda snobbery) I also have another theory - the
down and look like they are going to pull over fatter and more obese the drivers and
- and then honk honk and the fingers and a passengers are the more unlikely they are to
yell -out the window by the passenger and a stop so obese people in new SUV’s means
bottle tossed at you if you’re unlucky under not a show. a solo woman driving by herself, a
the cover of darkness. Nothing like throwing nuclear family group, a mum and dad or young
bottles at hitchhikers. nothing like being a red- couple, a boyracer and his girlfriend, no truckie,
neck bastard in a small provincial town where no tradesman, nobody towing a trailer, no
your views go largely untroubled from cradle to tourists, nothing with ski-racks on or those
grave - nothing to shake your stupid stupid coffin things on the roof that wreck what
complacency and narrow minded ignorance. little aerodynamic stability your SUV had in the
the poor people armed with weapons, looting first place.
Morning tea poem #3
When I smile it stretches from me to you to here you have been living in your car and have spent the
its a waltz of grief, grizzled, object day tidying, sorting and sifting the detrius of the life so
I want to think that you are under the far which puts you into a mood of mild melancholy
spell of the smell of my pheramones bordering on thoughtfulness and introspection.
I listen, I watch, I look to be writing again
days are passing here, the weeks of your life.
yep this is under control already you feel a fixture,
I forgot the interaction of strangers posited in a time and space
openly stalking the last cigarette from its case you realise that you are writing without predictive text
I make eye contact with strangers
i smile after a while the current sun will set and darkness falls
it is early in late march, you are in your forty-eigth year
across the room I notice the swell of breasts you weigh the cons and plusses,
the rounding of stomach. adjust a mental balance sheet
I close my eyes and try to think of voices. to see in which direction it balances towards.
I open my eyes to watch the toss and
curl of your hair on the nape of the neck. You are neither sad nor happy, you are alone
I am happy with this careless as always and draw some small comfort from
exhileration. seamless. that seemingly constant fact.
Lonely man / dinner / stood up
(i)
I was proud of the inventory of our first dinner,
penne, parmesan, basil, clean shave/ aftershave/
incense/ citronella candle/ full fruit bowl. (v)
milk and sugar / cream and coffee acquired, Dessert was a nutmeg and cinnamon apple pie with
vacumn cleaner applied jaffas and bananas coated in coconut threads and
toilet bowl clean that was my first salad dressing in over three years
dishes done, dog bathed, feet soaked, nails trimmed. - easy - balsamic, virgin olive oil, lemon juice, salt,
(ii) pepper and sugar - it was beautiful on the lettuce,
by six water on the boil capsicum and salami salad.
by seven sitting outside in gentle rain, thoughtful, waiting (vi)
by eight concerned, abject, remorseful, sad I cooked no heavy old bastard male stodge of
by nine over-caffientated and down to last three meat/ mince/ gravy beef/ chops/
cigarettes but kept it light, nutritious, the pasta was el dente,
(iii) everything mixed and tossed to perfection
by ten, thinking through it all, I accept the inescapable (vii)
thought that I have been stood up and that between Look;
saturday and tuesday night the interveening hours have an ear infection, a yeast infection, a wrong phone
taken their toll, other things have dislodged our date in number, a name, a sunday walk in the park, a bad
time and space and our dinner together has become a day at work on monday, several good coffees or a
non-event couple of spirulina, a violent sneezing fit, a lost wallet,
(iv) an annoying tailgating wanker in a subaru.
by eleven I eat alone, savouring all the special trouble I (viii)
went to, mentally pricing the ham, the salami, the flash Any or all of these things could have tipped our
stuffed olives and how I’d have to live on this food for dinner appointment from being something firm and
the rest of the week, mixed in with rice and weetbix and tangible, life affirming with lots of laughter
porridge. into yet another night of lonely, bleak introspection.
Mother’s salient info #147
Lord
the databug must be the size of a cigarette
packet or smaller.
game is
no cup of tea at the railway station - gung ho 1991
good new friend goes swimming - gung ho 1992
Internet - a NZ users guide - Penguin Books - 1995
big book for fourteen letters - one cent press - 2002
the end of the beginning [selected writings - 1986-2003] - gung ho 2004
always
a mixture of wishes - exit poems - landroverfarm press 2009
prayers for geeks - kilmog press 2009
ISBN 978-0-9582952-0-8
landroverfarm press
Creek Road Mangamahu Aotearoa
for
three
Box 243 Whanganui .
©
copyleft david merritt 2009
players
Authors assertion: Including brief passages quoted in newspaper,
magazine, radio and television review, all parts of this work may be
re-published, re-produced, re-performed, re-distributed or
re-transmitted in any form or media and by any other means
electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any
information data or retreival system now known or yet to be invented,
without permission in writing from the author, his authorised agent(s)
and his hiers.
david merritt
Fiveminutesofpeace
it’s been a good game but... I like the way it’s going for me. Mozart.
Solitude. Fire. Poems flowing.
it’s a game which ends when Sun warm. Waterproof.
a player can’t take it any more. I am at peace for five minutes.
And the game always ends in
Until I close my eyes
sorrow for one player and relief for the other or
and I see you and him,
maybe a combination of both feelings. Cha!
walking an imaginary dog
down an imaginary beach
into an imaginary
endless sunset,
over and over and over again
everyday at dusk
for the rest of your jolly,
happy, satisfied lives, eh?
Fleeting shadows
Content in a tent, haha
Did you know that I stand outside
Tonight I’ve decided that I have no time to waste. my place late at night, thoughtful and smoking.
I’m waiting for the sound of the rain
to provide soothing static to fall asleep by. I am watching the fluro patch of light just across the
And not close your eyes and road there for your fleeting shadow.
know you are Did you know that’s when I can’t sleep?
fiftymetres away
and I am in a tent, I just have to close my eyes and there you
alone and no worse off for it. are, fleeting, moniochromatic in the shadows. Nice.
it’s over, again and again and again...
injury time the game ends when one player signals exhaustion
or player
The game ends when one player is nursing an old burnout or despair or madness or sadness or all of
heartache, these things.
it flares up early in the first half and you
are constantly troubled by it The game ends when one player realises
eventually the game ends and the heart heals, that the game is no longer pleasant or fun.
leaving a permanent scar in the places where
trust, cherish and care once resided. Nice. The game ends when one or more player realises
that
playing the game is the equivalent of a full-time
eight hour dayshift of agonising ambiguity. Cha!
Working title #15
Game over #34 when you run out of ideas, new game plans and
set moves from the base of the scrum.
The game is over when you realise
that the rules are constantly changing and The game ends with a broken heart, just fiftymetres
the game ends when one person refuses across the road, typing sixteen exhilerating hours a
to play any more, even in a friendly match. day.
More game analogy #443
Game over when one of the players realises that the game hurts,
that it has brutal forward movements, a shut down back line and
a lack of gameplan as the game wears on.
Game over #63
You try another gameplan but the rules have changed,
your old gameplan didn’t work and now the new one won’t and The game for three players ends when one player
all future gameplans forever will be useless. realises that they have been paying for the game
all the time and have now permanently run out of
twenties.