Nice to see you.



''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)


Many stories and poems published worldwide.
My work is raw and from experience and observations.
I never studied writing and never will.


Contact: anthonyjlangford2@yahoo.com.au


Helpless Lost


I put this meme together so if you like it, please share it around.






I love this quote. It has probably never been more topical, (the phone obsessed drones) though they may have said the same thing when cars took over horses, or the television over radio. As we become more reliant on computers and soon driver-less cars, are we in danger of becoming redundant? Helpless? Lost?





The quote is from Dr. Keller's first professionally published science fiction story, "The Revolt of the Pedestrians". It was published in Amazing Stories in 1928.




It seems Keller (48 at time of this story) was a controversial figure. He was far right ideologically. He was also a trained psychologist. Despite his late start and some unflattering opinions regarding his writing style, he was quite inventive and had many publications before dying forty years later in 1966.









Was Keller wrong?

What is the state of technology today? 
Our we way off track?
Where is it heading? 
Does anyone care?
Would it matter if we did?



Freaky World War 1 motifs



I told you guys that those are MY sticks!




Those who can't do, Review



Those who can’t Poo, Review.


Blocked up and Bitter.
Too many rejections and not enough of the other.

A cacophony of coilers in the caustic conjectures
A gust of hot air, made solid
A tangible fillet of flatulence.

It’s like the stamp without the adhesive
The spit without the polish
The torch without the blow
It’s the hard, cold truth
Of One.

It’s an intellectual Island
Devoid of inhabitants.
It’s a pure same-seeks-same hanker
For another Wanker.

Tsk Tsk
It has to be said
It must be honest
Yet a dash of acerbic spice
And venomous cattiness
Is the required juice
The necessary ingredients
For this snooty serving
Though turgid on the tummy
And it barricades the bowels
Yet,
The Holier than thou must Exult!
Let’s face it...
Those who can’t do,
Insult.

Finally,
Summed up
With the infamous last line
The crème de la crap…

It’s a one equals one
Stew.
All for the frustration of…

I can’t Poo.





Future reviewer




I thought of posting an actual coiler as these toffs really give me the shits. 
Alas, too much toilet humour can give one stomach cramps.


More Satire Bytes.



Unattainable




Someone moved the goal posts




It’s a long, long way

Up a gravely gradient

To the smooth summit

Of consideration.




Blame the sky

For consistently narrowing

Around one insignificant

Destiny forged object.






Art by Christian Breitkreutz




I based this poem on the notion that we create our own destinies, often putting them out of reach, dreams to pursue, goals to aspire to and judge our success and failure upon it. When we don't reach it, we blame the universe, anything or anyone but ourselves, who placed us in this unrealistic predicament in the first place. 




Famous After Death - Anne Frank






Needless to say you know the story, so I'll aim to present a few perhaps uncommon facts about this amazing young girl.






Had she not been left to die in Bergen-Belsen she could still be alive. 
As of March 2017, she would be 87 years old.



Anne was born in Frankfurt, making her a German. She moved to the Netherlands at the age of four due to the anti Jewish sentiments of the times, especially given that the Nazi's had come to power.


Anne went to a Montessori school in Amsterdam (unlike her sister) and showed an aptitude for reading and writing. 


Her diary was actually an autograph book, bought by her father just a few days before they went into hiding, after Anne had pointed it out to him in a shop window. It was a present for her thirteenth birthday.





She believed her writing was a gift from God and wanted to become a journalist. Failing that she wished to 'write for herself.'  


She was somewhat of a feminist.  "I need to have something besides a husband and children to devote myself to! ..."

and


"I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!"


In hiding Anne mentioned her contempt for her mother, often clashing. She was much closer to her father.


Her last diary entry was on the 1st of August, 1944. The family was uncovered three days later.


Half of the people who arrived in the camp that day were gassed immediately, including all children under 15. Anne had just turned 15 and was one of the youngest to be spared. 






Anne's mother Edith died in a concentration camp in 1945 from starvation, approximately a month before Anne and her nineteen year old sister Margot. 


The original Dutch publication in 1947 translates to The Secret Annex. When it was published in English five years later, it was called The Diary of a Young Girl. 


The unabridged version of her diary was finally published in 1995. It described Anne's confusion over sex and childbirth and even described her own genitalia, an aspect which upset some schools in the US who demanded to use the censored version instead.


Her father Otto remarried in 1953 to a neighbour from Amsterdam and a fellow Auschwitz survivor. The woman's daughter had known Anne. Otto died in 1980, aged 81. 


An asteroid that was discovered in 1942 was named 5535 Annefrank in 1995 in her honour.


"I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart."







More Famous after Death


Searching for Love


Search Part – Love Lost


Take your chances
Out there alone
A world of indifference
Chill you to the bone.

Grass appears greener
Where the sun always shines
Wait ‘til the night falls
Where the outlook is not sublime.

I’m a trick of the light
A mirage deceiving sight
You could bring me home to roost
If you only you could
Discover the truth
No language, no words
A sign language mismatch
Merely a clash of swords
Leaving you spinning
Out there alone
Loud echoes to your cries
Chill you to the bone.

You came to find me
I’d given up and gone
‘You don’t know what you’ve got’
You had baptized a con.

Now it’s you who suffers most
A penniless wanderer
Forever counting the cost

I seek a mere smile
Out there alone
But the years have passed
And worn me to the bone
Worn me out
Unsown.




Post Valentines Day - 2016


I wanted to experiment with a traditional rhyming poem
And the concept of a lyric based song
Mixed with my own style of poem.
An experiment, if you will.
Did it work?






























More Poetry



Rolf Harris - The 'Greatest' Albums

As Rolfy hits the News yet again, it's time to revisit some of his Greatest




Hmmm   Should've realised earlier.


Classic Tracks!!



Tie me teenager down sport

It’ll only take a minute

Two little girls

Jake the Middle Leg

Feel me Hidden Peg

Give a little tickle

Autograph with extras

Everyone does it

When you wish upon a squeeze

Our little secret

It wasn’t me

Daddy’s bedtime story

Checking your heartbeat

Lean on me

I did you a favour, remember?

Rock a bye baby

My little Wobbleboard

Storytime, on my knee



Plus the Positively Classic Rolfy

HIV Negative



My photo - Saw this in a bargain bin. Had to laugh. Needless to say, I did not buy it. Inspired this post though. (Look at that mouth! Oooppss!)


The Court of King Octopus

The Wild Fondling Boy

I'll be Hung

Hurry Home - I'm Waiting in the dark

London Town - is my Home forever

Along the Road to my Gundy Eye

If I were an invisible man

Don't let the sun go down on me,
but your daughter is good to go



Plus

Coming Soon


Some Very Exciting News!





IRONS - A historical convict drama - My short film.


Two brothers divided by circumstance in

bloody, colonial Australia.

































Watch it here. 
(Maybe be blocked in some countries-If so let me know please.)








The original film was made in 2004.
This updated version, 2011.



Irons - The Official Site
(Not alot of info on the site)




More of My Short Films



Feedback welcomed. Happy to answer any questions.
anthonyjlangford2 at yahoo com au


Please share.






A re-post from 2011, as I am planning to slowly release my short films online.
Irons is the most recent.
I've made six prior.
Four in the 1990's. Two in the 80's.

Another in the works?






Last One Home Wins
























Last One Home Wins

First places
Not always quick to learning
Some come slow to the party
Others never grasp the truth
No matter the surface success

Longevity is built on foundations
Comprised of relationships
Earned and won
As sturdy as roman bricks
And not a glitzy flash on today’s pan

Foundation exists
As others bring home the bacon
And no trophy
At least not today

Rewards are fleeting
In the best of times
Yet those who seek them
Are rarely satisfied

Cling to your ideals
Tomorrows respect awaits.

Awaits.










More Poetry.




I'm proud to present... a smile for your dial!




Not so long ago, in an independent galaxy near you...
A very talented Poet just released his second collection;


Put a Smile on that Face




BUT WAIT!


You may not be into Poetry, many aren't, but this isn't a book about Mrs McGillyicutty's visit to the green rolling hills. You'll find it accessible, chockablock full of biting black humour and startling revelations to boot. You'll find a couple of examples further down (some of the poems are quite controversial so I've posted, shall we say, more PG examples), but prior to that...

Check out the blurbs from the back cover.




‘Eerily reminiscent of the late poet Stan Rice, Kirwan’s words can almost be read as a sarcastic spiritual confession. A ruthlessly honest exploration of the human psyche, on one hand it seems a self-help book for the fabricated dishonesty of society, on the other it gives voice for those who have none. Humour is speckled through Kirwan’s observations, refreshingly brash and unapologetic. Yet there is an unrelenting bleakness to his words, a bleakness all the more tangible because every sentence, every word, is true.’ - Claire Fitzpatrick, poet, journalist



‘The dark, acerbic world of Dominic Kirwan’s second poetry collection may churn the stomach with its no holds barred content, yet in the same breath, can bring about air splitting laughter. It’s smart for certain, but its heart stopping honesty will keep you coming back for that one more fix. Enter the catacombs if you will, but don’t expect the mirror to be kind. It’s far too pure for that.’ - Anthony J. Langford, poet, film maker 






Yes that's my blurb from the book. I do know Dominic but I have never met him. I support him because I truly believe his work is not only unique but astonishing. I challenge anyone to find work that even comes close to his. As an artist myself in search of truth in life and art, I've never come across a poet so deliciously in touch with the folly of the world outside of Bukowski and make you laugh while ripping your guts out. A big call yes, but I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it. 

Please support a unique Australian talent,  shunned by the mainstream bores (so far), and know that you're also supporting the arts and independent publishing. God knows in this capitalist world, we need to preserve our ground roots artists. Plus the guy's living on dry biscuits and baked beans. 


You can purchase it right here...



Gininderra Press (Print copy)  (less than $23)


Amazon (ebook/Kindle)  (less than $6!)






The Last Funeral

When the Funeral Director died
No one quite knew what to do
Thankfully, in a show of stunning foresight
He had left behind a list of instructions
To be followed exactly
In the unlikely event of his passing

Black balloons lifted his coffin into the sky
Mourners shot at it with BB guns
Being somewhat inexperienced with firearms
They missed him
The Funeral Director’s casket soon disappeared completely
Drifting into the ether
A vanishing black speck in the eye of the sky

So at the official Wake
Of the official Funeral
Of the last official Funeral Director
An announcement is made:

“There will no longer be any more funerals.”

Death is standing next to a bowl of spiked punch
When he hears this
He adjusts his burning, syphilitic testicles
Shifting them just a little to the left
This sudden, unexpected news
(although it should have been blatantly obvious by now)
Rips through him like wildfire

Death realises
That this truly is The End
He is out of a job
He sighs
He grips both sides of the punch bowl
He dunks his face into the fruity slop
And like a pale horse at a septic watering hole
He proceeds to drink

Three raucous hours of drunken debauchery later
Death is dead
According to the Coroner
It was alcohol poisoning
According to those who knew him
Death died of a broken heart

There will be no funeral.




Excerpt from This is a Public Disservice Announcement

Perhaps the colour blind
See the world as it truly is?
Maybe only the deaf
Can hear what is actually going on?

We need light
To recognise the darkness
That surrounds us
The blind have no such handicap
Yet they bump into things
That are not there

If you are completely blind
And you are reading this
I can sympathise
Something needs to be done
The light at the end of your tunnel
Does not come in Braille

If you are completely blind
And you are reading this
You really are doing quite well
But you may be a hapless victim
Of gross misdiagnosis

Do you see what I mean?

...


Mr. Kirwan also created the artwork.




The original La La Land


artist unknown - possibly Dan Dingler or S. Steindorf**


I was physically assaulted...

...in Ireland in 1997. I spent a week in hospital. Afterwards, for some months, (actually years) I was in a state of PTSD, without really grasping it. In those days, counselling wasn't as prevalent as now. Besides, I just wanted to forget about it. The entire trip was about to trying to relive some past glorious days living and working in London.
Anyway, I was in a brief relationship straight after that incident. It folded after five months, but I was greatly upset over it. She wasn't anything special. Truly. I had latched onto her, seeking solace, without realising. I returned to Australia with my tail between my legs, with two years of violent nightmares to come. *




In 2011, I wrote this poem about it. I was alarmed at the number of people walking around, clueless as to their surroundings. It's worse now. It's an epidemic. People have a false view of the world around them. Shit can occur regardless of course, but you can avoid trouble if you're alert. 

The poem was published in 2014. Here's the post where I announced it. (The site that published it has not archived the actual poem).
So here it is again. The original! Nothing to do with Ryan Gosling but when I saw the La La Land title pop up in IMDb in 2015, I had to laugh. 



Welcome to La La Land


Not without an inkling
I was cautious
As I revisited, a former life in London,
Now faded.
Snippets of smiles, with a nasty side unseen.
A formidable facade
Passing off as reality.
And so I entered La La Land
Without knowing.

I had my heart ripped out by a twat
Who was only a reciprocal for
My post-traumatic stress.
I’d spent a week in hospital in Ireland
After having my head kicked in.
Wrong place
Wrong time
My actions, barely relevant.

That sense of security
Right and wrong
Is a fucking pretense.

Safety is an ideal
Not a surety
If someone wants to bring you undone
To the extreme
They will.

So go on with your headphones
Your swagger and your ethos
As you smartphone your way into oblivion

This is La La Land.




More Poetry




* I have no memory of the assault. I don't know what happened. I did have my head kicked in. I had swelling on the brain. Horrific headaches. I couldn't see out of one eye due to swelling for some time. No broken bones however. 
Unfortunately it was the second assault I've received. And no I'm not a troublemaker. The complete opposite. A story for another day.

** Thanks to artist Laurie Langford who first shared this image.

Top Ten Films of 2016, Resolutions and some feelgood loving



What's worse than New Year's Resolutions?

New Year's Resolution Memes





Howdie Folks,
G'day Mate
How are ya love
Good day to you
Peace and Goodwill for the Year Ahead
Could always be worse
Could be a damn sight better.

I hope you're well, I truly do. Life can be a shit fight at times. A constant ebb and flow of dilemmas, decisions and insecurities. Doubt lingers and assholes thrive. It's always been that way. This year will be no different. Hopefully we might cope with it a little better.

Let me know how you're going. You can leave a comment on the site or drop me an email. Some people reached out to me late last year following a few related posts. Yes I was down in the dung-heap. I went to some dark places. No need to reiterate; you can go back and check if you like. It's all right there. Thank you to those people. It did help. I really appreciate it. If it wasn't for the fact that I have a young daughter, I don't know where I'd be right now. Truly. It was .... like that. (And let's not even go into all the shitty politics, terrorism and celebrity deaths of the year).

So let's get to something more 'up', perhaps a little frivolous, though films are a passion of mine, so perhaps its not frivolous at all. Here's my Top Ten films of 2016. Obviously I haven't seen every film released in the year, so if you have any recommendations, please leave them in the comments. Others might benefit too.

Let's get into it. As always, there's no particular order.




Image of Captain Fantastic


Both a comedy and a drama, Viggo Mortensen is brilliant in this tale that challenges the way in which we live told within the context of a fractured family. Fresh and invigorating. 





                                                                Image of Son of Saul


Officially from 2015, this was nominated for the Best Oscar for foreign film. It's a holocaust film, told from the point of view of a man forced to work to help exterminate his own people, but it's the unique way it's filmed that brings you in close and personal. Brilliant. 






Image of Hacksaw Ridge


What made this film so powerful, aside from the incredible battle scenes, is the content itself, being based on a true story. The buildup felt a lot like Full Metal Jacket and other films, but the second half is stunning, (especially on the big screen). An excellent return for Mel Gibson as director, even if he did cast Sam Worthington. 




                                                          
                                                            Image of Free State of Jones

An aspect of history that I was not familiar with made this story a fascinating one. That's always worth a few extra points. I like the way it was shot, and Matthew McConaughey is a fine actor.





                                                             Image of The Nice Guys
                                            

Comedies are usually a mild distraction but this was hard to resist. Nice to see both of these actors stretching their talents, and the nod to Lou Costello was hugely appreciated by fans of the legend, namely me. (Ironically Lou was mentioned in Arrival too).




                                                                 Image of Snowden


True stories well told are always worth watching, and there's not many incredible stories of individual courage like Edward Snowden's. It's overlong but it's a return to form from Oliver Stone, who's made nothing but shit for years. Big Brother is watching, and it seems no one gives a shit.




  Image of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

The first real Star Wars film for adults. No cutesy moments for kids. This is a dark tale. Main characters die. There are complex motivations. Ben Mendelsohn was great. And it all ties in beautifully in the lead up to the original film from 1977. (RIP Carrie). I don't think we'll get something this 'real' from the S.W. universe again.
                                                              



                                                                 Image of The Lobster


Bizarre and bold. Released late 2015 but could feature at this year's Oscars. Hopefully it will. Director Yorgos Lanthimos is a genius (check out his earlier films) and Colin Farrell is superb.




                                                               Image of Arrival

I wasn't interested in this at all. The trailer looked woeful. I only went because nothing else was on. What a surprise. Far more intellectual and engaging than I expected. And there's a close connection to parenthood, which resonated with me, obviously being one. Amy Adams was excellent.




I have a feeling these films might make the grade, but I haven't had the opportunity to see them as they haven't been released yet and/or available on Home Media (and no doubt a whole bunch of indie films that haven't surfaced yet).



                                              






                                                                Image of The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Lastly, a toss up between Genius, Deepwater Horizon, (more true stories), Midnight Special, plus another Michael Shannon film in Frank and Lola and Embrace of the Serpent but I'm going with The Autopsy of Jane Doe. I feel like I'm too old for horror movies. Most of them are merely jump fests, but this one really tried to step outside the cliches and originality is always worth honouring. With a great actor like Brian Cox on board, it says something about the quality in place. Very well directed and pretty creepy. 


I'd love to hear your views/recommendations. 


I have a couple of books by friends I want to share with you in the coming weeks, as well as more Poetry of course, short stories, and more videos. I'm hoping to ramp things up this year. Something's got to shift. Let's see what happens. Despite my cynicism regarding New Year's Resolutions, I am feeling quite positive. 


Take care of yourself. Until next time.... Peace.




The Force will be with you... always.